#but he also hurts himself in the process of being pettily mean to them and it devastates him after the mess so he crawls back to apologize

[borgialucrezia]

#and what was juan's family if not both the knife and the bandage to his wounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (via @jeonwonwoo)

And even if you chose To lock yourself away If I listen close I can almost hear you say... Once I was real, once I could feel some feeling once in a while

JUAN BORGIA in THE BORGIAS (2011-2013) Brad Kane — Once (Inspired by this edit)

[awhitehead17]

Who’s To Blame?

Tim & Steph & Cass, Bickering, Injuries, Friendship, Cass drives the batmobile, Fluff. 

Summary: After sneaking out Tim and Steph get injured and have to decide on how they're going to get back to the cave. However their decision is already made for them when Cass turns up in the batmobile.

A/N: This is done for @lazuliquetzal from the @batfam-christmas-stocking 2019, I hope you like it! 

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“This is all your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault!”

“You’re the one who wanted to come out tonight after specifically being told not to.”

“Well it’s not my fault that you decided to come along with me while sneaking out now is it? You could have stayed home in the warmth and uninjured.”

“Well -ow- I couldn’t leave you to do it by yourself now can I?”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“You know it’s not like that. Wait, wait… let’s just pause… I need to sit down.”

Tim grits his teeth as he slides down the wall and onto the floor. He breathes heavily through his nose and out of his mouth as he tries to ignore the throbbing coming from his right leg. There was a bullet wound in his thigh, a knife wound in his calf and on top that off he’s sprained his ankle. It was not a good night.

Next to him Steph slumps against the wall and slides down until she’s on the floor as well. The gash on her forehead was still bleeding and the side of her costume was slowly filling up with blood from a stab wound.

The two of them take a moment to breathe and try to get themselves together. They had been in a ridiculously long battle with a gang of thugs and barely came out of it victorious. The two of them had teamed up and were taking down a drug trafficking network through Gotham but when word got out about how big it had become Bruce immediately took them off the case and refused to let them work on it further.

A couple nights later Steph had somehow managed to catch wind of a meet up happening and had planned to sneak out to bust it, however Tim had caught her in the process of going out and instead of convincing her to stay in he joined her in going out.

That’s where they are now, enjoying the consequences of sneaking out without back up. Now they were injured and bleeding out in an alley way, arguing pettily over who’s fault it was.

The battle was harder than either of them had expected, a few sloppy moments landed them both hit and injured but luckily nothing too life threatening, yet. After tying the unconscious thugs up and calling the police they quickly took care of the more severe injuries before hobbling away from the scene.

Tim takes in another deep breath and lets it out, he glances at Steph’s form beside him before tilting his head back against the wall. “We need help. There’s no way we’re getting back to the cave by ourselves like this.”

Steph tiredly snorts, “Uh huh, speak for yourself boy wonder.”

Tim rolls his eyes feeling slightly irritated, “by all means Steph, try and make it back by yourself, go and prove me wrong. I’ll make sure they use your tracker to find your unconscious body when you don’t make it back to the cave and pass out on top of a rooftop.”

Steph makes a sound and smacks him. She hits his side and it sends a jolt of pain right through him. He hisses and curses, she must have hit a bruise.

They fall silent and Tim knows that they really ought to get moving, or at least contact someone. They’re both injured and bleeding out, too tired to move or even do anything, anyone could come along right now and probably beat them without much effort.

He groans, “Bruce is going to be so pissed.”

Steph hums, “Yup. Who do you think he’ll be more pissed at, you or me?”

Tim cracks his eyes open and shoots her a look, “I don’t think that matters right now Steph, he’s going to be pissed at both of us no matter what.” He groans again. “I am not looking forward to that lecture.”

Steph doesn’t answer him and he’s fine with that. As childish as it sounds he’s blaming this on her, if anyone asks, it’s all her faut. While he did go out with her by choice, it’s not like he would be able to sit back knowing she’s out doing something dangerous without any back up. Not that he’s a much better choice of backup but he’s better than nothing!

He’s still blaming her though.

As he was complementing on getting up and moving a deep rumble could be heard just away from the alleyway. It sounds like an engine of sorts and Tim instantly tenses up. Next to him Steph jolts upright, her eyes locked in the direction where the sound came from.

They couldn’t fight, not in their condition, but damn it if Tim wasn’t going to try. The engine gets closer and he tenses even more, ignoring the burn that it causes in his leg. He prepares himself just as the vehicle was about to show, it could be anything or anyone. They’ve got to be prepared.

The vehicle comes into view at the other end of the alleyway and he slumps in relief when he recognises the sleek black of the batmobile. He rests against the wall and watches as the vehicle pulls up close to them before stopping. Next to him Steph lets out a sigh in relief, clearly feeling the same as Tim.

However the relief doesn’t last long as his mind catches up to what seeing the batmobile actually means. He tenses up again. Anyone could be in that vehicle and he’s not entirely sure if he’s up for a lecture right at that moment. He wanted to go home, get cleaned, get stitched up and sleep.

The drivers side of the door opens and Tim braces himself to see the looming figure of Batman to step out but is surprised when he sees a much shorter, slimmer and much more feminine figure step out.

Cass dressed in her batgirl suit steps around the car, she goes to them and crouches down, assessing their injuries.

Tim tries for a weak smile, “Hey Cass…”

Silence meets him, while he’s not surprised at that, he also knows that isn’t good. The way Cass’s body is tense and unmoving means she’s not happy, he couldn’t see her face due to the cowl but he knows his sister enough by now to know her basic tells.

“Hey Cassie,” Steph pipes up, “It’s been a bit of a rough night.”

Cass cocks her head in Steph’s direction before looking around, seconds later she’s taking off her cowl so they could see her face. She’s currently wearing a scowl and was glaring at them both. Tim cringes and looks away.

“You both stupid. No back up, could have been hurt worse.”

Tim swallows and looks at her again, he could hear the worry in her voice, “Sorry Cass.”

She looks at him, making eye contact, “You know better.”

Tim waves her off as she looks down at his ankle, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

After a moment Cass moves between them, she helps Steph up onto her feet first making sure she was balanced against the wall before she’s bending down to help Tim up. He wraps an arm around her shoulder’s and together the three of them make their way to the car. Cass helps Tim get inside the back seat while Steph slowly gets herself in next to him the other side.

Once they were settled Cass moves around and climbs into the drivers side. Tim frowns. “Did you drive here?”

His sister starts the car up and looks at him through the review mirror, nodding once in confirmation.

“When did you learn to drive?” He asks bewildered. He didn’t know Cass could drive, let alone drive the batmobile! He looks over at Steph who appears to be nearly falling asleep. “Did you know Steph?”

She picks up head and looks around lazily before finally looking at him, “I knew she could drive but not the batmobile. You honestly surprised though?”

Tim looks away and back at his sister who was expertly cruising her way through the back streets of Gotham like she’s been doing it for years. Honestly, he not surprised, it was more just of a sudden realisation that’s all.

“Who taught you?”

“Dick. Bruce. Wanted me learn independence.”

Tim nods his head, “That’s fair.”

It goes silent after that, Cass was expertly making her way through the city behind the wheel of the batmobile and next to him Steph was asleep against the door. Tim hopes that wasn’t a concussion’s doing, hopefully it was exhaustion which caused her to pass out. He looks around lazily and begins to feel his own eyes drop, he doesn’t fight it very much and soon enough he’s out like a light.

He wakes up to a hand lightly shaking his shoulder. He jerks up and looks around until he finds Cass crouched in the door of the car, they’ve arrived in the Batcave now. The seat next to him was empty meaning Steph’s gone, hopefully patched up and in bed. Still not really with it, he gives his sister a lazily smile and she smiles back.

Still trying to get his bearings he allows Cass to manhandle him out of the car and together they hobble over to the medical bay. His leg was in agony and he felt completely exhausted. She sets him on top of one of the beds and moves around the bay, on the cot opposite Steph was there drinking a glass of water, she was topless only wearing her sports bra and her side was now bandaged as well as her head. She sends him a weak smile.

Cass comes back and gets him to lie down, she strips him of his suit so she could get to his wounds on his leg and begins to stitch and bandage him up. A couple of hisses and winces come out of him but she works expertly and quickly, in no time at all she’s done. She packs away the kit but not before shoving some pills at him for him to take and a glass of water.

Before he could make a move to get off the bed to finish changing so he could head upstairs to the Manor, Cass stops him with a glare and stands between his and Steph’s bed. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at them both. Tim feels his stomach roll at knowing what was coming.

“Both stupid, should have not gone out. Especially without back up.”

Cass glares at Steph who holds her friends gaze for a long moment until Cass looks away and then in his direction. Tim doesn’t make eye contact, he keeps his gaze focused on the floor.

“Batman said no for a reason, you both ignored him. Now you are injured. Could have been killed!”

Tim hears Steph sigh, “Sorry Cass, but there was no way I could have ignored it, and by the time Bruce would have found out and gone to investigate it would have been too late. This was the only option.”

“Not good enough. Little brother,” Tim winces at being called to attention, “Should know better. You now hurt and benched.”

“Cass, come on,” Tim protests weakly now looking up at her almost pleadingly, “There was no way I could have let Steph go out by herself without back up. I know I should have called back up but it’s okay. Yeah we’re a little banged up but no severe injuries, we’ll be good as new soon enough.”

Cass stares at him, her facial expression was just blank and Tim couldn’t work out what she was thinking. His sister nerved him sometimes. She looks away from him and over to Steph and moves towards her, Cass then leans over and gives her a hug. Steph looks surprised for a moment but is quick to hug her back. They share a few quiet words before pulling away from one another.

Steph starts to get up off the bed as Cass makes her way over to him, she places her hands on his shoulders for a moment before moving to lightly cup his face. Tim rests his own against hers. “You remember next time.” She says sternly.

Tim nods, sending a small smile, “Yeah. Sorry we worried you Cass, but we’ll be fine. Thanks for coming and getting us.”

She nods once and leans forward placing a light kiss to his forehead and pulls away again. Without any words he grabs hold of his arm and halls him to his feet. Together they start hobbling out of the med bay and over to the stairs, Steph travels by next to them.

“Lets get hot coco.” Cass says with a smile.

Steph sends her a tired grin, “Sounds great to me.”

Tim chuckles, “Sure, why not.”

[rawresparza]

If you’re still writing those Barisi prompts, number 118 looks great !!! Haha :p P.S I love your writing! It’s fantastic! ... Okay have a good day :3

Thank you so much, lovely anon, that’s so kind! And trust me, I will ALWAYS be writing Barisi prompts 😄😄 This was a fun one to write, I hope you like it!

118. “Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.”

—

He’s pretty.

That’s the only way Rafael can think to describe him.

Dark hair gelled into a perfectly style coif, intense blue eyes, chiseled jaw, strong shoulders. Yeah, he’s very pretty and also very close to one Sonny Carisi, Rafael can see that from across the room, and he’s never felt so tense even after several glasses of scotch.

“Barba, you’re up.”

Rafael turns at the sound of his name, barely processing what’s been said to him until Fin is handing him a set of darts bent out of shape from years of wear, and he grunts an acknowledgment before stepping up to the boundary line in front of the dartboard.

He can’t even remember why he’d agreed to play, that had been a few drinks ago and after the encouragement of Sonny and the rest of the squad. Usually, he watches from the sidelines, clapping politely when he remembers to and beaming with pride every time Sonny hits the dartboard in a good place. Tonight, they’re celebrating the win of a particularly difficult case. Tonight, he’d thought maybe it would be nice to act a little more relaxed.

His first dart misses the board entirely. Rafael regrets this decision with every fiber of his being.

Glancing over his shoulder, he first catches sight of Liv, who’s studying him with a quizzical expression while Fin and Amanda double over in hysterics over his awful throw. Over Liv’s shoulder, Rafael can see the pretty boy leaning in even closer to Sonny than he’d been thirty seconds ago and it makes his blood boil.

Liv follows his gaze then immediately looks back at him, her face suddenly washing over with understanding. It’s humiliating. “Barba, you good?”

Rafael nods curtly, returning his attention to the dartboard then sending another dart flying. This one hits the board, at least, but the throw is hard enough to make it ricochet right back down to the floor. He feels his cheeks turn red but it has nothing to do with the new chorus of laughter behind him and everything to do with the fact that Sonny should have been back with their drinks by now. How long does it take to pour a pint and Macallan? It’s not even that busy tonight.

Okay, Rafael concedes, it’s actually very busy but that’s hardly the point.

“Don’t worry, Counselor,” Amanda calls over the loud chatter of the rest of the bar, “you can’t win ‘em all, no shame in that!”

Pursing his lips, Rafael takes a deep breath through his nose then cracks his neck, shifting his feet to find a better stance. He squints at the dartboard, setting up his throw, and he releases the dart with a perfect flick of his wrist. It hits the center of the board, earning him a bullseye, and a satisfied smile tugs up at the corners of his mouth as he spins on his heels to find two dumbstruck detectives and a smirking lieutenant.

“Be back in a minute,” Rafael says coolly, strutting past the trio and making his way through the crowd to get to where his boyfriend is at the bar.

It makes his hands curl into fists to see Pretty Boy’s hand resting on the small of Sonny’s back. He isn’t sure whether he’s more angry or hurt at the sight of it, at seeing that Sonny doesn’t look uncomfortable or ready to pull away. In fact, Sonny’s laughing at something Pretty Boy’s just murmured in his ear, and Rafael thinks he can feel his heart skip in his chest.

He slips into the space beside Sonny’s barstool, forcing a friendly smile. “Hey.”

Sonny glances over at him, briefly looking annoyed before breaking out into a happy grin. “Hey, you.”

“Having fun over here?” Rafael asks pointedly. Sonny tilts his head, sensing Rafael’s sudden shift in mood, but doesn’t get a chance to answer.

“Excuse me,” Pretty Boy cuts in, “but we were actually in the middle of a conversation.”

Sonny’s still watching Rafael but then his eyes widen, almost comically, as if he’s just had and major epiphany. “Oh! No. I mean— no, no.” He glances desperately between his boyfriend and bar mate, mouth hanging open likes he’s searching for words but coming up very much empty.

Pretty Boy leans further into Sonny’s space, their cheeks practically brushing as he nods vaguely at Rafael. “I can get rid of him if you want. It would be my pleasure, we could move somewhere quieter.”

“Oh, god.” Sonny leaps up from his stool, shrugging away from Pretty Boy’s touch so he can wrap an arm around Rafael’s waist. “Sorry, man, huge misunderstanding.”

Pretty Boy blinks. Rafael can’t help but feel pettily victorious at his obvious confusion.

“I’m his boyfriend,” Rafael tells him, speaking slowly and emphasizing each word. He edges closer to Sonny, nudging his nose against the curve of Sonny’s jaw then giving Pretty Boy a challenging, sidelong glance. “Time to move on.”

Pretty Boy scoffs, swallowing down the last of his beer before aggressively setting his glass back down on the bartop. “Your boyfriend’s a tease,” he practically spits, glaring at Rafael. “Good luck with that, asshole.” He throws a few bills down beside the empty glass then storms off, leaving behind a speechless Sonny and sufficiently agitated Rafael.

It’s Sonny who manages to collect himself first. He takes Rafael by the shoulders, urging his boyfriend to meet his eyes with a look of contrition. “Hey, don’t listen to him. He asked me what I did for a living, I told him. Then he asked if he could buy me a drink and I said no. That’s it, babe, I swear. Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ever eloquent Dominick Carisi, Junior.”

“Seriously, Raf. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about what it might look like to you, that’s how much I wasn’t paying attention to what the guy was going for.”

Rafael lowers his eyes but nods, glancing over at the bartender who’s just set their drinks down on the bar. He looks back up at Sonny with a sigh. “I believe you. I’m past it. This is me, moving past it. Come watch me annihilate your coworkers at darts?”

“So you didn’t end up telling them you’ve won actual bar tournaments before?” Sonny laughs when Rafael smirks mischievously and shakes his head. “That’s why I love you.”

“Really? That’s why?”

Sonny lifts a brow. He cups Rafael’s cheeks in his hands and leans down for a kiss, letting his lips linger as a soft moan escapes him. “Maybe for a few other things, too.”

“Mmhmm.” Rafael peels one of Sonny’s hands from his cheek so he can lace their fingers together, nodding toward the squad. “You don’t have to kiss my ass just because you flirted with the pretty boy.”

Sonny’s sputters at that, nearly dropping his beer as quickly as he’d picked it up. “I wasn’t— I didn’t—”

Rafael smirks as he takes a sip of his scotch, tugging Sonny along beside him as they head back toward the squad. “Don’t worry. I’m already thinking up all the ways you can make it up to me when we get home.”

[allofthisnonsenseplease]

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 XDDDD IT;S OKAY GABE IS TOO SPELLBOUND TO REALIZE THE WEIRD FACTOR

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 WHAT IS THIS BIZARRE MAGIC JACK HAS BOTTLE THAT SHIT AND WEAPONIZE IT

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 he's a siren or something seriously

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 :O au where he IS and he's got scales and shit all up his back

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 OOO this.... is his curse

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 is gabe a sailor or just a regular dude

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 ffff Gabe is a pissed off force of fucking nature, the rage of a whole stand of dryads whose forest was burned down and Jack is a half human dryad who gets washed up along the banks of a river where the forest used to be i dunno

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 ooooo i dig it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 **jack is a half human SIREN F U C K

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 LOL gabe is so pissed off and then jack shows up and fuckin hypnotizes him LOL IT'S OKAY I GOT U

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 XD just fukkin into the trash

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 XDDDD yay gabe angst about whether or not jack actually cares or if it's just bc he's a siren!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 Jack has fallen in love with anger incarnate, and it's a damn good thing his inhuman side has given him enhanced healing abilities, 'cause gabe is not a gentle lover at first You think they're both maneaters? Like, Gabe gobbles up the soul and Jack gets the meat? Maybe Jack's full siren. He starts luring men in to replant the forest, then him and Gabe have a romantic dinner. They have a lovely white picket fence made of bones. I have found this humerus. XD

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 LMAO JESUS THAT GOT KINDA DARK

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 the sweet and horrifying monster AU no one asked for would it be better if the men who burned the forest knew they were killing dryads, so jack only goes after the ones gabe tells him are responsible?

firesonic152 - 06/19/2017 yayyyy jack gets weirdly horny after murder

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/19/2017 XD jack is a monster of many appetites

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 so i started watching buffy the vampire slayer of all things today this is not what i thought i would be doing LMAO Concept for half siren Jack: he doesn't know he's half siren, he just thinks he's really good at getting guys into his bed LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 what happens if someone figures out what he is and accuses him of coercing his partners? what happens if that comes up shortly after he realizes that he might actually be in love with his most recent conquest, one Gabriel Reyes?

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 !!!!!! awwww jack is all like "holy shit gabriel is kind of the Best Ever maybe i want more than a one night stand with him" and then whoever-it-is accuses him and he's like oh,,,,,, okay yeah that makes more sense than gabe actually liking me,,,,,,, meanwhile gabe is wondering when tf is jack gonna call

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 ; ;

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 When Gabe finally gets sick of waiting and gives Jack a call Jack is like nO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 okay, so if Jack won't talk, is Gabe gonna push? 'cause if Gabe takes no for an answer, how are they gonna get this resolved??

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 Gabe probably realizes something is wrong, Jack is acting weird

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 . . . how can he tell? XD

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 LOL good question Oh maybe Jack makes up an excuse like he's sick or something and gabe is like oh no Jack's sick!! Let me go take care of him!! But you see Jack ISN'T SICK XDDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 was being mean to jack. 's prolly 'cause jack is no longer trying to set the world's record for most sexual partners w/in a week

AH!! Stupid panicking jack!! XD that one! THAT ONE!

and then he's like 'shit i have to play sick wtf i don't get sick how does this work???' and he makes a complete mess of it

and gabe figures it out right quick and is kinda pissed, but also way curious now 'cause there are tons of easier ways jack could've blown him off, so why'd he make this crappy effort?

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 gah my phone died right after i sent that XD kay back!! LMAO ja c k lol what if gabe gets back at him pettily by pretending to believe him and going over the top w the caretaking

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 omg YES. PLS. sicfic EXTREME EDITION XD

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 LOL awwwww oh no what if jack thinks gabe is trying so hard to take care of him bc of the siren shit qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 OHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO X'D

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 gabe insists on tucking him into bed and making him soup and getting a heating pad and cold washcloth and everything jack is wincing internally (and a little bit externally)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 he really wants to confess but he doesn't know how and it feels so nice to be cared for (when he pretends that Gabe is doing it for realsies and not bc of the siren shit) also, ngl, when I read gabe insists on tucking him into bed my brain immediately supplied: and tips over face-first into Jack's lips XD

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 AHAHAHAHA awwwwwww gabe carries on until finally jack just like blurts something out probably lol like I'M SORRY YOU REALLY DON'T NEED TO DO THIS SORRY FOR MANIPULATING YOU all in a rush

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 and Gabe's just: 'Well, it was a pretty poor attempt at manipulation. I knew you weren't sick. Wanna tell me why you were faking it after ignoring me all week, though?' Jack: . . . n  O ?

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 But Gabe sitting on the edge of the bed, and thinking maybe Jack was just shy and didn't know how to say that he likes gabe so he put on this big show for attention, and Gabe is a bit flattered by that thought, so he's mostly just amused at this point and thinking that things will be all right. He reaches out to where Jack is wringing his hands, and gently takes one of Jack's hands in his. He's looking back and forth between Jack's downturned face and the contrasting tones of their skin as he plays with Jack's hand.

"Tell me what's going on," he urges. "I won't laugh, I promise." He can hear the smile in his voice, though, and he leans closer to rest his head against Jack's.

Jack is slowly filling up with misery as his magic continues to work its effect on Gabe even though he'd never, ever, ever wanted to do anything so horrible. Especially not to Gabe.

pass. :D

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 QOQ sobs quietly

gabe's confidence falters as jack only seems to retract further and further into his shell instead of opening up

jack slowly removes his hand from gabe's and inches carefully away, looking around skittishly

gabe tries to maintain his smile but it's getting more difficult. "whatever it is," he adds, "it's okay, you can trust me."

jack groans and hides his face in his hands. "it's... this is super cliche, but it's not you, it's me."

"that is the vaguest explanation you could have possibly come up with."

jack sighs and drags his hands down his face. "this isn't real, gabe. sorry. you can go home."

that doesn't clear anything up for gabe LOL

"i... don't understand," he says with a surprising amount of evenness.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 Gabe: have...have i entered the matrix or...?

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 LOLLL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 XD I'M SO SORRY PLS CONTINUE

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 LOL IT'S OKAY THAT'S TOTALLY WHAT HE'S THINKING

jack flops back on the bed miserably. "i'm not..." he struggles for words for a moment. "i'm not what you think, gabe. i'm not human. not... not completely."

gabriel has question marks above his head at this point he's so confused that they have manifested in reality

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 Jack stalls for another minute and then finally gets out "I'm half siren and I manipulated you into sleeping with me by accident, it was a mistake, I'm sorry, I'm probably manipulating you right now, you can go now,,,," OKAY PASS XDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 FUCK THAT NOISE XD uhm... gimmie a minute ((this is why i don't rp X'D))

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 XDDDD I'M WORRIED ABOUT MY PHONE DYING AGAIN

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 plug it in, plug it in~! it's gonna take me a couple minutes

Gabe takes a moment to process what Jack's just told him. He understands the words, but... "Wait, wait, wait. That doesn't make sense. You're...? Jack, I've seen you. You're definitely human. Where did you get this idea from?"

Jack draws up his knees and locks his arms around them. He's made himself as small as possible--which isn't terribly small, given his size--and is huddled as far away from Gabriel as he can manage. He's the picture of misery as he talks, face hidden against his knees and voice muffled. He tells Gabe about the person who revealed his heritage to him and explained why he's never had an issue hooking up with anyone who caught his interest. Jack's ears are burning red at that admission--Jack, who had never shown any hint of self-consciousness before. Gabe feels sick at heart watching him. He isn't sure yet if he believes what Jack has told him, but it's obvious that Jack believes it.

"Even if--" Gabe pauses, knowing how skeptical he sounds while Jack is apparently baring his soul. "Even if that were true, do you really expect me to believe that the effects lasted all this time when you hadn't done anything on purpose?"

"I don't know." Jack's gruff voice is almost a whine. "Gabe--Gabriel. Even if it wore off, if I did.... If I actually...." He curls in even tighter on himself. "Please go. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"You mean like leaving you here like this?" Gabe asks, deadpan.Jack flinches and looks up at him, wounded and uncertain.

"You can't trust me," he insists.

"I can trust my own judgment. I trust your sincerity right now, and I trust that you're hurting because you don't want to hurt me. You're the one with trust issues."

Jack opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, although he looks as if he'd like very much to argue that.

"You don't trust that what I feel right now is genuine. How about I confess something to you?" Gabe reaches out, catches one of Jack's hands and pulls it close to press it against his heart. "I felt something for you before you ever came on to me, back when all I knew about you was what I saw with my own eyes everyday and what I heard from the others. I've had you on my mind all week, wondering when you were going to call, but willing to give you space and not push if that's what you needed to be comfortable. I played your game, I heard you out, and I'm still here. Maybe you don't trust what's going on in my heart, but I do, and I'm the one living with it."

okay quick how do we make gabe immune to sirens so that it's all good for sure?

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 SOBS LOUDLY sorry for disappearing lmao I was actually socializing irl uhhhhhh hmmmm

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 haha no worries! ^^ i've actually been trying to turn that gabe-with-hanahaki thing into a thread ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 ooooo!!!! Still thinkin about siren immunity

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 hrmmmm...

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 I consulted friends and all we could come up with deafness Oh how about Gabe offers to like put in noise cancelling ear things while they have sex to prove he wants it fun sensory stuff :DD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/20/2017 XD but, like, if Jack isn't doing it on purpose, then any old flirting could be his siren song, right? I'm just imagining him and Gabe trying to talk this out, and Gabe suggesting 'well, just don't try to seduce me, I guess' and Jack being all 'But I WANT to seduce you! ;-;' and honestly upset by the fact that he can't do it fairly, and Gabe is just //// FUCK i want him RIGHT NOW

firesonic152 - 06/20/2017 AWWWWW OMG

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 oh how about it's like... jack genuinely likes gabe vs not genuinely liking all those other dudes so maybe those feelings like. are an automatic shut off to his powers?? idk

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 maybe like the siren powers are activated by hunger, you think? and while Jack's sexual appetite motivated all his other conquests, in Gabe's case he's motivated by love? 'cause he's fukkin' smitten like a goddamn loser? sorry it got too goopy XD

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 AwwwWWWWW yes how do they figure that out tho LOL maybe there's some visual cue that shows up when jack is doing his siren thing and he's unaware of it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 haha what if it was Genji that told jack all like 'lol nice powers bro here's what you're doing' and then hanzo comes along all 'i heard my idiot brother was spreading half truths' oooh...i like the visual cue idea, tho or maybe it's a voice thing? maybe his voice goes a bit smoother, but it's always rough around Gabe, and he gets tonguetied sometimes, which he never did before.

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 AWWWWWW sweeeet gabe starts noticing it when jack sweet talks other people into doing shit without thinking about it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 XD What if Jack, like, just knows stuff about other people--like what would work best to bribe them? But with gabe, he has to discover it or be told. The intuition doesn't switch on, either.

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 boiiiiii

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 'cause, like, sirens were supposed to tempt with stuff other than sex, right?

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 yeah!!! jack staring intensely at gabriel and when gabe is like "what are you doing" jack grumbles about how he can't figure out what gabe wants gabe grins and pulls jack into his arms and is like "you, you idiot" all smoothly

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 al;jbhf;akl meep. <3

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 <33333 jack works so hard and like takes notes on all of gabe's likes and dislikes and favorite things he has a little notebook of lists there is a very extensive nsfw section LMAO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 when gabe discovers the notebook he scribbles "JACK" on the first page surrounded by cute little hearts jack totally didn't cry (he did a little)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 omg orz please you're killing me

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 >||3c oh earlier i sent a message and it never?? idk posted???

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 what, on here?

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 yeah lol i was just plunging the siren one back into angst by wondering if like. when their relationship is going to shit jack gets desperate and accidentally uses his powers on gabe without really thinking about it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 D= WHY WOULD YOU NO WONDER IT DIDN'T SEND FOR SHAME!! we'd have to either re-work the trigger for his siren magic or have it so that he went and learned to actually use it, though. 'cause that's still a different impetus than just hungering for the D lol

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 hmmmm i was thinking like they've been getting emotionally distant for awhile but still having sex just for the sake of it but then gabriel is like "i need to take a break jack i can't do this" and like a combination of jack having practiced his powers for the needs of his job to get what he wants and just the primal Thirst triggers

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 ; ; i have a sad

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 oh nooo

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 you caused it

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 I'M SORRY BUT not that sorry

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 jeezus XD

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017

jack doesn't realize what he's doing until he becomes aware of the fact that he's been talking the entire time while gabe has been uncharacteristically silent

jack by now knows why he hadn't used his powers on gabe before, when he didn't know about them. it was because it was about more than just sating a hunger. the fact that he's doing this again - with gabriel - is a scary slap in the face about the state of their relationship

he's also scared by how much he doesn't want to stop. this is wrong for so many reasons but the worst part is that he just wants to let it happen. thankfully though, he gets too caught up in his internal monologue and stops talking. gabriel slowly snaps out of it.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 oh god does gabe realize? or does he just think it was nostalgia and that he was missing Jack? so he's all 'well, maybe things are okay after all and i was just tired before' or something. so they sleep together, and it's almost like it was when they started seeing each other. Gabe is more tender than he has been for a long time. but Jack knows why. He knows that he went and messed with Gabe's head, confused him, and even though he stopped, the effects lingered.

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 SOBS LOUDLY jack had lured him back with a song about how they used to be

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 i'm upset

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 ASFASVSDHDFH when gabe falls asleep, jack has to get out. gabe's arms are wrapped loosely around him and he feels sick. he goes and curls up on the couch in his office.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 s toP orz

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 IDK HOW TO FIX THIS SDGSFBDFNVN

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 I do. Gabe is now magically immune. The bad stuff was a nightmare Jack had about his powers going wrong. He wakes up and Gabe comforts him by complaining about all the annoying shit Jack does until he's more mad than upset, and then Gabe gives him sleepy kisses, assures Jack that he still loves him, tells him to shut up and go back to sleep, and wraps an arm around him to hold him close on the soft mattress beneath the covers.

Jack eventually gets comfortable with what he is, enough that he can turn on the charm, flirting with Gabe, and humming, which should work pretty well, but only bounces off Gabe. He can focus his bedroom eyes and hum and sway his lean hips as he crosses the room to sink down onto Gabe's lap, and Gabe will smile and settle his hands at Jack's waist ad lean up as if to kiss him and whisper against his lips: "It's still your turn to take out the trash."

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 afasvdsbdfhfdb even tho this is a cop out it's so cute that i don't care what if they're able to reconcile bc the song was literally just about "let's be in love again" and gabe is like oh goddd mistakes have been made we love each other idk how we forgot that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 what's love got to do, got to do with it? what's love but a secondhand emotion? orz

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 akcjnasasxknj cries

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 yah TT^TT XD i'll take the fucking cop out fix idgaf tonite

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 you know what me too LMAO jack trying to use his magic to get out of chores and failing is hilarious

SuspiciousPopsicle - 06/21/2017 XD and continuing proof that he hasn't actually mindfucked gabe or whatever so he has to work, but at least he knows that his boyfriend loves him for realsies

firesonic152 - 06/21/2017 yay!!!!

firesonic152 - 06/22/2017 we never fuckin WE NEVER MADE A "VORE ME JACKIE" JOKE WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY

[exosmutxoxo]

Dangerous Woman (Part 2) 🌙

A/N: I’ve finally uploaded the second part of DW after a trillion years so I apologize to everyone for the long wait! In this second part, there’s no smut but there is plenty of angst and drama and emotional turmoil (I promise more smut in future parts). Also, I added in Luhan’s POV to make the fic more interesting! Enjoy this, and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box at the end of it! x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Some violence near the end (on the reader’s part) and just angst all the way

Genre: Angst

Requested: No

Summary: Luhan and call-girl! Reader battle with their own emotions when it comes to falling for each other.

Word Count: 5886

Soundtrack: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever // Zayn, Taylor Swift

PART 1 | PART 2

By the time I wander through the double doors of the brothel where all of this call-girl nonsense started years ago, the tears I’ve been trying to hold back for the past hour finally spill over, causing my ‘waterproof’ mascara to leak down my cheeks horribly.

Dragging my bag of discarded lingerie, cat ears and handcuffs behind me, I suck back a mournful gasp as I keep my head down, too humiliated to let any of the other lingering call-girls catch a glimpse of my beaten-down form. Thankfully, nobody takes notice of me as I speed-walk to where Sehun is comfortably seated behind the receptionist’s desk as always, his feet propped up on the table as he taps away at his phone enthusiastically.

Upon hearing the shuffling of my feet, my best friend lifts his head with that oh-so-comforting grin of his, parting his lips to say hi. But his cheery demeanour drops as soon as he catches sight of the state I’m in, with my tangled hair and teary eyes and ugly black lines of mascara running down my face.

Bolting upright, Sehun plonks his phone on the table and puts his feet back down on the ground, holding out his arms to me. “Oh, (Y/N)”, he says softly, “what happened? Was the sex that bad?”

I give a watery laugh through my sobs, dumping my bag by the desk and hurling myself into his arms. Immediately, his hands start stroking themselves down my hair protectively, rocking me back and forth. “Did he hurt you?” He demands, pulling me back to stare me right in the eye with an air of severity.

I shake my head, blinking at him through the fresh tears flooding my vision. “Sehun”, I hiccup, “what’s it like being in love?”

Now it’s his turn to blink at me bewilderedly, confusion clouding his features. “What do you mean?” He asks gently, ruffling my hair affectionately. “Haven’t you ever experienced the ‘butterflies-in-tummy’ feeling?”

“No”, I admit, sniffling. “Do men feel that if they like a girl?”

“Yes. Well, that depends on the man. For me, it’s more like the whole fucking zoo in me whenever I see the person I’m in love with”.

“If I give a man better sex than I’ve been giving him, will that make him love me?”

The confusion in Sehun’s eyes melts into shock, then gradually morphs into sparks of anger. “Don’t you ever think about that”, he hisses, grabbing me by both arms and giving me a gentle throttle. “Don’t you ever confuse sex with love, (Y/N). You’re worth so much more than your sex drive. Don’t ever let a man -or anybody, for that matter- tell you that sex equates to love. If a man loves you, he’ll love you for you and not your blowjob abilities”.

“But that doesn’t apply for me”, I shoot back hoarsely. “I’m worth nothing. I’m just a cock sleeve, I’m just somebody men use for their pleasure. I’m not somebody people look at and think ‘Oh, I think I’m in love with this girl’. Instead, all they think is, ‘Oh, I wonder how many dicks she can take at one go’. I’m just a fucking toy, Sehun”.

“Who’s the lucky guy who stole your heart?” Sehun asks matter-of-factly, resting his hands on my shoulders fleetingly and gazing at me sternly.

I turn away moodily, wiping at my eyes with the back of my wrists. Black smudges of mascara are left behind on the skin, and I internally cringe at what an awful sight I must be. “How’d you know?” I sigh.

My best friend clucks his tongue in response. “Ah, (Y/N), you’re such a cinnamon roll. I’ve known you for years now. And you’ve never ever come back to the brothel with tears in your eyes and an existential crisis until today. I’ve always admired you for easily drawing a line between your feelings and your job and I would be lying if I said that I’ve never questioned how you make it seem so easy. And today, you come back in this state so it’s no mystery that something’s bugging you”.

I rest my cheek against his broad shoulder exhaustedly, closing my eyes. “This is why you’re my best friend”.

“So spill”, he presses. “Finally accepted your feelings for Luhan, huh?”

“Just because I came back bawling my eyes out after having sex with him doesn’t mean I’m in love with him”, I retort defensively, feeling my cheeks warm up at the prospect of actually falling in love with one of my clients.

“Oh please”. Sehun scoffs. “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up whenever you realize the client on the phone is him. I’ve seen the way you excitedly bolt for the door whenever it’s time to meet him and I’ve especially noticed how you have that creepy little smile on your face when you roll up in here with your hair all mussed and lipstick smudged. It would be disgusting if it wasn’t so fucking cute”.

He earns a punch on the shoulder for his teasing, to which he openly chuckles in the midst of his wincing. “It’s true”, he insists. “Look at my little cinnamon roll, all grown up and falling in love. How’s Luhan like as a person? I’ve seen him a couple of times and I must say that he’s pretty hot. Would date him in a heartbeat if he wasn’t so caught up with you”.

Biting my lip, I consider Sehun’s question very carefully. How is Luhan like as a person? A slideshow of memories I’ve shared with him for the past few years starts playing in my mind, lazily flicking from one moment to the next. In my mind’s eye, I zoom in on the memory of meeting him for the very first time. And that’s when it all started.

3 years ago

“So how does the client look like?” I ask Sehun, leaning against his desk with my chin propped in the palm of my hand.

My best friend turns his laptop screen in my direction, giving me a clearer view of the typed words on it. “This is his description”, Sehun explains, tapping the end of his pencil against the screen thoughtfully. “Surprisingly, he agreed to disclose a shitload of information about himself. Either he’s really generous and he’s just a narcissistic prick”.

That earns a slap at the back of his head from me, to which he sulkily pouts in response. “Don’t be so mean”, I chastise him. “More information is better than no information”.

“That’s true”, my best friend admits. “I want to fully know who this bastard is before I let my little cinnamon roll go wild with him. This is your first time, after all”.

I scoff. “I’m not a kid, Sehun. I can take care of myself”.

“That’s what they all say”, he mutters under his breath.

Ignoring his snide remark, I lean forward to squint at the screen for the neatly typed information, silently processing everything and tucking them in the deep recesses of my mind for future reference.

Client’s Name: Lu Han

Occupation: CEO of Lu Corporations

Amount willing to pay for (Y/N)(Y/L/N)’s services: $2000/session

Brief Description of Client:

Black hair                                         

Slim figure                       

Height of 1.78m/5’10’’

Once I’m done processing the information, I wrinkle my nose thoughtfully. “I like men with black hair”, I remark randomly, plucking a lollipop from the nearby sweet bowl and unwrapping it, popping it into my mouth as Sehun swats at me pettily.

“That’s all you noticed?” My best friend yelps incredulously. “Did you see the money he’s willing to offer you? Plus, he’s the fucking CEO of Lu Corporations. Jesus, (Y/N), you’ve hit the jackpot with this one and it’s only the first client. You’re off to a magnificent start, you cinnamon roll”.

I run the tip of my tongue over my lollipop absentmindedly, only half listening to what Sehun has to say. In my head, a million thoughts are racing through a mile per minute; anxious thoughts, nervous thoughts, excitement. However, instead of fretting over the more important stuff like the fact that I’m having sex with a stranger for the first time in my life, I’m worrying about the more irrelevant details, like if this Luhan chap has proper genital hygiene or if he smells bad. Having sex with an unknown man is bad enough but having sex with one who smells like he hasn’t bathed in a week makes the entire situation worse.

“(Y/N)? How are you feeling?” Sehun’s probing question draws me out of my wandering thoughts, forcing me to blink up at him blankly. An expression of concern lingers on his facial features, his hand closing over mine. “Nervous?” He adds lightly, although the severity of the word gives him away.

I pull the lollipop out of my mouth hesitantly, contemplating on how to respond. “Better sooner than later”, I eventually find myself saying. “I have to start somewhere, anyway”.

“Well, if anything goes wrong”, Sehun begins, producing a Swiss knife from the pocket of his skinny jeans and pressing it into the palm of my hand, “you know what to do”.

With a grin, I close my fingers around the tiny weapon and tuck it safely into my own pocket, planting a fleeting kiss on Sehun’s cheek. “This is why you’re my best friend”, I coo, before sliding off his desk and waving goodbye to him as I proceed to embark on my first appointment.

“Be careful!” My best friend yells after me, to which I respond with a dismissive wave and a playful grin before disappearing out of the double doors of the brothel, my backpack of condoms, sex toys and brand new lingerie slung over one shoulder.

Flicking a quick glance at my watch, the timing on it reads 6:45pm, which leaves me with exactly fifteen minutes to get to the destination I’d hastily scribbled on the back of my wrist when Sehun read it out to me earlier on.

Nerves start to bubble up in me as the time crawls by and as I finally arrive at the entranceway of the hotel where I’m supposed to meet Luhan at. Eventually, the minute hand on my watch flicks over to twelve, indicating that it’s exactly 7pm. And at the exact second, I hear a husky voice call my name from behind.

“(Y/N)?”

Upon turning around, I catch sight of the man who matches the exact description I read on Sehun’s computer screen. And the very man I’m going to be spending the next three years with.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I peer up at him bashfully. “Mr Lu?”

Present

Ever since Luhan set foot back into the building of Lu Corporations eight hours ago after waking up alone in an empty hotel room with an equally empty bed, the coldness in his heart hasn’t thawed. Even when he drowned himself in the mountains of paperwork, dealt with his stupid colleagues and their useless meetings, made countless number of phone calls to various drug dealers back in China and thrown his entire workaholic self into focusing entirely on business matters, he finds himself clinging onto the aftertaste of the sex he’d received the night before.

All he can think of is (Y/N). (Y/N) in her sexy lingerie. (Y/N) and her cat ears. (Y/N) and her little ‘dangerous woman’ obsession. (Y/N)’s uproarious laughter whenever he tells her a joke. Just (Y/N).

He can’t get enough of her, no matter how many appointments he books with her and no matter how many times he drops her a call for a night of fuck-fun. Ever since he roused from his slumber this morning and realized that she was already long gone with only the faint scent of flowery perfume lingering on the pillows, a seed of frustration had planted itself in Luhan’s chest and it’s been nothing but growing for the past many hours.

In all the years he’s been sleeping with her, he has never ever woken up feeling so unfulfilled and explicably horny. So with the image of her in his mind, he’d taken his half-erect cock in his own hand and started stroking himself feverishly to quell the developing heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. He’d jerked himself off until his hand cramped up, until his arm ached and until he’d cursed out one too many profanities in Mandarin before he gave up, falling back against the pillows and trembling with humiliation that he couldn’t even come on his own anymore.

Silently admitting defeat to himself, he’d forced himself out of bed, took a long shower and got ready to head down to Lu Corporations to begin another mundane day of work. And all day, throughout the workload and meetings and phone calls, his dick has been playing merry hell with him, growing hard one moment and falling flat the next.

Now, at nine in the evening, Luhan has given up on his attempts of jacking himself off in the privacy of his own office and proceeds to don on his suit jacket and abandon his paperwork, locking up the office and wandering down to the parking lot to get into his Lamborghini. Once he’s settled in the silent comfort of his luxurious car, that’s when the cold reality of loneliness starts to hit him right in the face and to his utter shame, a tidal wave of saltwater flood his eyes.

Bending over the steering wheel, he presses the heel of his hands against the tears, blotting them away and busying himself by starting the engine, listening miserably to it as it purrs to life. What the fuck is the point of having such a luxurious car when you have nobody to sit with you in the passenger seat? What is the point of having everything, the wealth and the power and the good looks when you have nobody to celebrate them with, to laugh at your atrocious jokes which nobody else seems to understand, to be there for you when the whole world isn’t?

Blinking away the tears, Luhan reverses out of the parking lot and presses his foot down on the accelerator, adrenalin bleeding through his veins as he whizzes in and out of the heavy traffic expertly, only one person on his mind. After spending three years of dropping by the brothel where (Y/N) lives in her own private bedroom on the top floor, he knows the routes by heart. It’s not very often that he drops by the sex shack, but on the occasions which he does, it’s usually to drop something off at the receptionist’s desk, which is normally one of (Y/N)’s belongings she left behind in his hotel room, such as her handphone or one of her weird sex toys.

Over the years, Luhan picked up on some interesting facts about his call-girl from Sehun the receptionist, who coincidentally happens to be her best friend. The drug lord learnt that the petite call-girl never got round to actually buying an apartment of her own, despite the thousands in her bank account. Sehun speculates that she sees the brothel as her real home, considering the fact that it’s the one place that provided her with a job in the first place. Plus, she managed to snag one of the bedrooms at the top floor, which is safe from the rest of the sexual activity occurring on the lower floors, so why not stay here and directly down the corridor from Sehun’s room himself?

Although Luhan has never actually visited (Y/N)’s bedroom, he’d always fantasized about doing so. Are her walls painted a deep sensual red? Or is she more of a pastel person? Does she sleep in her oldest PJs or does she keep her lingerie on in case she receives a late-night call?

Even Sehun, as her ‘bestest friend on this entire God-crafted earth’ as the receptionist proudly claimed to be, has no idea about (Y/N)’s bedroom life (in a non-sexual sense). Sure, she has clients who request to have a session with her in the privacy of her own room and she accepts them readily but other than that, Luhan has no clue about her normal day-to-day life.

So he’s on his way to find out.

Pulling up at the kerb outside the building of the brothel, the drug lord kills the engine and slips out of the car. Making his way through the double doors, he immediately spots Sehun behind the receptionist’s desk as usual, feet propped up on the tabletop lazily as he taps away on his laptop keyboard furiously.

Clearing his throat pointedly, Luhan observes as the receptionist frantically slams his laptop shut and lifts his head sheepishly, gazing up at the drug lord with a honey-like smile on his features. “Mr Lu!” The younger man gawps enthusiastically. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight. How may I help you?”

“Is (Y/N) in now?” Luhan asks matter-of-factly. “I want to see her”.

Perhaps it’s the drug lord’s eyes playing tricks on him but he’s very certain that a gleeful smirk crosses Sehun’s features for a second before it disappears without a trace. “I’ll drop her a call. She’ll be down in a minute, not to worry”.

“No”. The drug lord deadpans, causing the young receptionist to freeze up in his swivel chair nervously. “I want to go up to her room. That is, if she doesn’t have any other clients to entertain tonight”. The icy authority in Luhan’s voice sends Sehun scrambling for the phone on the desk, bobbing his head obediently.

“Oh, wow. I mean, yes sir. Right away”, the receptionist gabbles, hitting a few buttons on the phone and sitting back in his chair as the dialling tone fills the air. In a matter of seconds, a familiar chirpy voice pipes out of the speaker.

“What’s up, secretary boy?” (Y/N) asks breezily.

“A client is here to see you”, Sehun explains, his questioning gaze flicking up at Luhan, who raises an eyebrow expectantly. “Is it alright if I send him up to your room now?”

“Send him right up”, the energetic call-girl responds. “Who is it, by the way?”

Sehun hesitates for a split second, before parting his lips to answer. “You’ll find out”.

“Seriously? Are you seriously playing a guessing game with me now? What if it’s Mr Kyungsoo? I’ll need to prepare some food because you know how freaky he gets with his food kink. Or Mr Junmyeon? You know how much he loves classy lingerie and Minseok tore my recent one last week while he was manhandling me-”

“I’m hanging up, cinnamon roll”, Sehun cuts (Y/N)’s rambling off abruptly, glancing up at an amused Luhan sheepishly. “Your client will be with you in a few”. With that, the line goes dead as the receptionist puts the phone down, emitting a low whistle as he does so.

Almost immediately, a smartly-dressed young man appears from around the corner, bowing to Luhan respectfully. “Kim Jongin at your service, Mr Lu. Please follow me”, the man instructs, offering up a sincere smile at the drug lord.

With that, Luhan trails after Jongin while Sehun calls out a cheery goodbye from his desk, to which the receptionist goes completely unnoticed. Jongin leads the drug lord down a carpeted hallway, sultry lighting filling the corridor classily and illuminating the atmosphere. Elevators come into view, pinging occasionally. As the two men await the arrival of the next lift, Luhan turns to the younger man with raised eyebrows. “Does every call-girl here have her own butler?” He asks flatly.

Jongin shakes his head, hands clasped in front of him. “Only the in-demand girls have butlers. (Y/N) is one of them”.

Luhan says nothing to this and to his utter surprise, a spark of possessive jealousy rises up in him. Irritably shaking it off, he steps into the elevator with Jongin on his heels, silently observing as the young butler jabs the button for the seventh floor.

Seven. Luhan’s favourite number.

The two men say no more to each other, Jongin keeping a respectable distance even as the elevator doors part and he leads the drug lord down another carpeted hallway to (Y/N)’s room at the very end of the corridor. Unlike the other floors on the lower levels, the corridor here is completely deserted and eerily quiet, the doors of the various rooms closed with no light shining out from beneath them.

“Who else lives on this floor?” Luhan finds himself questioning, unable to quell the rising curiosity in him.

“Besides (Y/N), only Sehun”, Jongin replies. “The other rooms are empty, reserved for any other call-girls who are lucky enough to earn as much as (Y/N) to pay the rent of these rooms. So far, nobody has been blessed with the gift of successful business like (Y/N) is”.

Not blessed, the drug lord thinks to himself grimly. She worked her ass off for this.

Soon, the two men are standing in front of the closed room door at the end of the hallway. Unlike the other rooms, there is light shining brightly from beneath the door of this one, the soft strains of ‘Dangerous Woman’ audible enough for Luhan to hear. A smile crosses the drug lord’s lips for a fleeting second as he fondly recalls the previous night of mind-blowing sex.

Jongin leans in to speak into the intercom. “(Y/N), a client is here to see you”.

The intercom crackles noisily, accompanied by (Y/N)’s upbeat chirp. “Thanks, Jeeves. Send him in”.

Jongin turns to Luhan expectantly, nodding at the door. “Enjoy your time, Mr Lu”.

“Thanks”, Luhan mutters dismissively, not even noticing as the butler drops to a bow and scurries down the corridor and back to the elevators. The drug lord takes a deep breath, then twists the door handle and pushes it open, stepping into unfamiliar territory. He is welcomed by a whoosh of perfume-scented air and pretty pastel pink walls, as well as the ravishing sight of (Y/N) seated on her bed with her legs crossed as she spoons ice-cream into her mouth enthusiastically, her attention fixated on the screen of the laptop in front of her.

She’s dressed in an oversized button-down shirt, the buttons undone to provide outsiders with a teasing glance of the lacy black lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Her dark hair is whipped back into a sloppy bun, her face free of her usual cake of makeup. And she looks absolutely beautiful.

She lifts her head, ready with a beaming smile. Then it fades away upon catching sight of Luhan himself lingering in the doorway, an expression of surprise replacing her cheery grin. With a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks, she places the bowl of ice-cream on the nearby side table and scrambles to her feet with a flustered air. “Mr Lu”, she stammers hurriedly, “I didn’t expect you to be here”.

Luhan quirks up a smile at her innocence, taking a step further into the room. “Why not?”

She drops her gaze to the carpeted floor sheepishly, nibbling on her lower lip anxiously and the drug lord would be lying to himself if he said that the seductive sight of her doesn’t send a rush of heat down to the area between his legs. “Well”, she begins hesitantly, “after last night, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon”.

The drug lord parts his lips to answer but she’s already rambling on, realization settling across her features. “Ah…” She murmurs with an air of understanding, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. “I didn’t satisfy you enough last night. My apologies, sir. I’ll make up for it tonight”.

Luhan’s eyes widen at the misunderstanding, watching numbly as she lowers herself down in front of him, her knees tucked beneath her as she sits back on her heels and stares up at him mournfully. Normally, the sight of a woman on her knees for him would give his ego a huge boost but this time, all he feels is sad and confused, unsure of why he’s feeling so conflicted suddenly.

“(Y/N)”, he commands, “stand up”.

She adheres to his order, although refusing to meet his eye and maintaining her submissive silence. And in that brief moment, Luhan feels a sharp pang in his heart for some foreign reason. “Look, don’t misunderstand”, he explains gently, staring at the side of her face a little too hard and trying to get her to look at him, which she stubbornly refuses to do so. “Last night was amazing. But I’m not here for another round”.

“You’re not?” She asks incredulously, although more to the floor rather than to him. Her lips pinch together tightly after that, her features contorting defensively. “Was I that bad last night?”

Laughter explodes from Luhan’s lips at her accusation and he reaches out to grab her shoulders kindly, pulling her close to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She jerks her head up to stare at him with bewilderment, a blush dusting her fair cheeks prettily. “Far from bad”, the drug lord murmurs in response. “I…I’m just here for you instead. Can we talk?”

His words tumble out clumsily, nothing like the cool and composed way he rehearsed in his head on the way to the brothel earlier on. Somehow, he can feel himself crumbling to ash whenever he’s in front of (Y/N), nothing like the cold and cynical and confident businessman the world views him as.

(Y/N) freezes up at his words, an impassive mask falling over her pretty face as she instantly shuts herself off. “Mr Lu”, she says quietly, “with all due respect, I would have to turn down your request. I’m a call-girl, not a therapist”.

Luhan would be impressed by her unwavering attitude if he wasn’t so sore from her declination. “(Y/N), please-”

This time, she looks him right in the face with what looks like tears glistening in her eyes like tiny diamonds. “It goes against work ethics”, she whispers urgently, rapidly blinking away the saltwater from her eyes.

“I won’t tell”, Luhan whispers back. “Don’t cry, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”. She presses the heel of her wrists against the tears, hastily wiping them away. “Please, Mr Lu. I can’t…I can’t talk to you right now. I’m sorry”.

“Luhan”, the drug lord corrects her sternly. “Just call me Luhan. No need for formalities right now”.

“You can’t just act all chummy after three years of sleeping with me”, she retorts, sniffling feverishly. “It doesn’t work that way. I’m not a friend you can run to whenever you need to talk. I’ll let you stay only if you want to have sex with me. I’m sorry, but that’s how it works”.

“(Y/N), I don’t want sex!” Luhan blows up abruptly, panic and desperation and frustration flooding through him like a tsunami. And once he starts, he can’t hold back anymore. “I didn’t come all the way here for sex. I came here because I…I missed you”.

His dramatic dialogue startles both of them, prompting (Y/N) to take a step back as she closes in within herself. “You don’t mean that”, she whispers frantically, more to herself rather than to him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about”.

“Oh, I fucking do”. Luhan is on a roll now, his own stubborn streak taking over his entire form. “You have no idea, kitten. I want you, even without the sex. I came all the way here for you, to spend time with you without the sex toys, without the handcuffs, without the dirty talking and without the kinks. And now that I’m here, you’re not going to fucking chase me out. I always get what I want, in case you haven’t noticed that for the past three years”.

“Oh, fucking hell. You’re impossible”, (Y/N) mutters to herself.

As if on cue, a faint meow fills the air and Luhan feels something soft and warm wrap itself around his shoe. Glancing down, he spots a ginger-brown cat kneading at the hem of his suit pants and purring contentedly as it does so, its little head nuzzling against his leg happily. “You have a cat?” The drug lord asks excitedly, squatting down to give the little animal a light scratch behind its ears, to which it mewls elatedly in response.

The earlier tension evaporates instantly as (Y/N) bends down to scoop the cat into her arms, giving its tummy a light tickle. “Yeah”, she admits. “He’s actually pretty ferocious when my other clients pay a visit and it doesn’t end prettily. They usually leave with ugly scratches and bites, and those scratches and bites are not from me”.

The cat hisses at the word ‘clients’ and buries its face against (Y/N)’s shoulder, its tail flicking back and forth, to which Luhan grins at. “Cats are my weakness”, the drug lord explains. “In fact, I have three of my own”.

That catches the call-girl’s attention and she gazes at him eagerly. “Really? Can I see them someday?”

“Of course. What’s your cat’s name?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks flush at the question and she averts her gaze immediately, coughing guiltily. “Uh…I named him ‘Lu’, after you”, she mumbles hastily, pretending to be preoccupied with stroking the cat’s head. It purrs happily at its name, headbutting the call-girl chin’s excitedly.

The drug lord lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “You named your cat after me? Why’s that?”

“That’s a story for another time”, she chirps, releasing her hold on Lu and allowing him to pad over to his basket at the other end of the room, curling up into a ball and dozing off into dreamland immediately. “But since Lu loves you”, she adds, “I’ll let you stay. Although I have no idea why you would want to in the first place, considering the fact that I’m the most boring person alive and my room is as messy as my life. Plus, I look like shit”.

Luhan rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Boring? You? No way. As for your room? I’d pick it over any hotel room any day”.

(Y/N) hums in response, not saying anything more as she scrambles to her feet and heads over to a little refrigerator positioned near Lu’s basket. Pulling it open, she rummages around for a while before producing an unopened bottle of red wine, brandishing it proudly. “Care to have a drink with me?” She requests sweetly.

There is no doubt about it; Luhan is down for anything this girl wants to do. Guess he can blame it on a stupid little thing called love.

I knew that letting Luhan stay for the night is going to be a huge, un-erasable mistake. When he first turned up at my door four hours ago, my first instinct was to send him straight out due to the fear of falling for him even more. As much as I tried to convince him that it was ‘against work ethics’ to treat a client like a friend, neither of us were convinced by my cock-and-bull story. I wanted him and no matter how sad and scared I was when I thought about my feelings not being reciprocated, I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck the moment I saw how much my cat loves him too.

It may sound pretty dumb, but I trust Lu’s instincts a lot. In all the years clients have been dropping by to pay me a visit, he hisses and snarls at each and every one of them, even at Mr Junmyeon who made the effort to bring tinned cat food. So when I saw how Lu snuggled up to Luhan, I knew I couldn’t afford to let Luhan go.

So here we are, curled up in each other’s arms in my bed with wineglasses in our hands. And as far as my foggy head can comprehend, we’re both nearly gone. Not that I mind; in fact, I’m really enjoying myself in Luhan’s presence and company, and the relaxed, hazy state I’m in. The wine is starting to kick in, making me bolder and braver than I usually am, so I entwine myself around his torso daringly, kissing a path from his collarbone and up to the shell of his ear.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I slur lazily, carding my fingers through his tousled hair. “Walking into my life and making me fall for you?”

Luhan turns his head a fraction, a glazed look in his eyes as he presses his lips against my temple. “I could say the same for you”, he whispers, trapping me in between his arms and hovering over me tauntingly. “Why are you torturing me like this, (Y/N)? Why can’t I have you all to myself?”

“Make me yours, then”, I mumble absentmindedly, slipping my arms around him and holding him close. “I want to belong somewhere. I want to belong to somebody”. The tears rush to me quickly, combined with the effects of the alcohol and I feel nothing but misery. “Oh god, Luhan. Make me yours, please. I’m so lonely, you have no idea”.

“I know, (Y/N)”, he coos gently, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “I’m so lonely only for you. I see you around in all these empty faces and it fucking hurts. (Y/N), I-I think I’m in love with you”.

That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I bolt upright, draw my hand back and slap him fresh across the face as hard as I can, trembling as the tears track down my face. Luhan touches the reddening skin of his cheek, mouth hanging open in shock as he stares at me with a perplexed expression on his face. Hurt glimmers in his eyes and as much as my heart aches for him, I don’t apologize.

“Don’t you dare lie to my face so blatantly”, I hiss venomously. “In love with me? Take your love and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine because I don’t fall for that shit. None of you love me. You’re all the same, fucking horny men who use me as a cock sleeve for all your fucking pleasure. The only thing you’re in love with is the way I suck you off. So don’t come at me with that fuckery because I don’t believe a word of it”.

With that, I snatch the wineglass from his grasp and shove him off the bed, my fury blinding me and causing me to see red. “Get out, Luhan”, I spit. “Get out, go home and jack off by yourself because I am sick and tired of pleasing all of you horny men”.

“(Y/N), wait!” Luhan protests, grabbing onto my arm to hold me down but I lash out instead, losing myself in a drunk haze.

“Fucking leave, Luhan!” I scream, yanking the door open and shoving him out of the room. He stumbles out, turning around to argue with me but I don’t give him the chance to. Without waiting for a response, I slam the door shut and make my way to the bed, burying my face in the pillows as I cry my eyes out to my heart’s content.

Guess I can blame it on a stupid little thing called love.