#he’s so cutie like stop hurting me you big meanie

[drewbs]

MAHTIN IS THAT YOU (sorry it’s messy)

[spikesbimbo]

Soft sex pt.1   pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired… 

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

-

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

-

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

 -Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 

-

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  

“Yoomi~”  you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

-

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )

-

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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[ranger-jedi-knight]

This Little Angel

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24201565 Tagged: @chocolate1721 @tiny-goddess-of-chaos

Ok, so my Discord buddies caused this one, great idea. Just had to do it. Hope you guys enjoy it! Especially you Choco n AAAAAAAAAAAH.

Harley heard the crying first. When she looked over and saw the man standing over a couple with the child between them sobbing out. She couldn’t have been older than 3. The mugger ran as soon as he saw her. She ran over and kneeled down next to the little girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. The girl sobbed as she dove into Harley, burying her face into Harley’s shoulder.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry,” she mumbled looking at her parent’s bodies before looking where the mugger had left. It seems he was content to leave her to die alone. “Come on, sweetie, I’ll give you a good home.” she picked up the little girl, holding her close as she balanced the girl on her hip and walked back to her and Joker’s place. “Puddin! We have a child now!” she called and Joker looked over at her, his usual grin falling in confusion.

“What? What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked looking at her and the little girl in her arms.

“Well, Puddin, this little cutie’s parents were mugged and killed. The mugger left her for dead when he saw me,” she explained sitting down and bouncing her legs hoping to get the girl to laugh.

“Well, that is unfortunate,” he said and Harley gave him a big smile.

“But I figure we could raise her n give her a happy home!” she explained and Joker started nodding and smile grew on his face.

“Sounds good, Doll Face.”

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No one knew Joker and Harley were raising a child. Well, that’s not totally true. Harley’s friends Ivy and Selina knew. But they weren’t ones to snitch to others. So it was a big surprise when Joker brought along a 6-year-old child with him the child was wearing a mix of red and blue inspired Harley dress with a deep purple tux jacket over it. Harley still wasn’t active which was confusing but they couldn’t question it. “Lookey here Batsy! I have one too!” Joker cackled happily and the little girl beamed in her arms. “Hello, there mister Bats! Would you like to smell my flower?” she asked and Joker pouted turning the dangling little girl to him.

“Mari darling, that’s not the script,” he said gently and Mari tilted her head. “I just want him to smell my flower,” she said softly, pulling the flower out of her jacket’s pocket and Joker placed her on the ground and patted her head.

“Batsy, please smell her flower and compliment it,” he said and Batman and his companions just looked very confused.

“Please?” she asked with a pout and Joker leveled a look behind them. Nightwing nodded and leaned over to smell the flower to not risk Joker’s wrath.

“Smells lovely,” he said and Mari beamed at him.

“He likes my flower, daddy!” she beamed and Joker smiled.

“He’d be an idiot not too, Mari darling,” he replied with a nod. “I’m not smelling the flower. What are you planning, Joker?” Batman asked with a glare. Joker frowned and pulled the plastic flower from his jacket and pointed it at Batman. Batman started reacting only to stop when he felt liquid hitting him.

“You’re a meanie, mister Bats!” she said pouting.

“You’re lucky its only water,” Joker said picking up the little girl.

“Daddy, can I please remake your suit now? It’s bad and Riddler shares the same color green,” she said and Joker had an offended look on his face.

“I will not share a color with that dimwit. We’re heading to the fabric and craft stores,” he said walking away and the bats were able to hear another part of their talking.

“And pay for them. I’m not using stolen goods,” Mari said with a frown, and Joker groaned.

“Ok, Mari darling. I’ll pay for the items,” he agreed. Batman and Robin(Tim) followed after Joker and Mari. Meanwhile Nightwing and Red Hood went to the base to get answers from Harley.

“Harley! You didn’t say you were pregnant!” Nightwing shouted as they entered to see Harley cooking while humming. “That’s easy, it’s because I wasn’t pregnant,” she replied turning to them and the two looked at her confused.

“Then where did the child come from?” Red Hood asked and Harley looked down at the pan sadly.

“You see, I came across her when I was heading back after hanging with Ivy and Selina 3 years ago. Her parents were killed in a mugging, the mugger ran as soon as he saw me, leaving her to be killed or something. So I took her home and Puddin n I decided to raise her. She’s doing so well, is she not? She’s even making Puddin act better!” she said beaming at the last part.

“That is good, we’ve been seeing the improvement,” Nightwing said and Red Hood had to nod agreement. Joker stopped targeting kids and teens, well excluding Robin and anyone helping Batsy, and his Joker Venom was only used if he did a big attack. Hell, he even apologized for how horrendously he killed Hood. That had Hood frozen in shock at hearing it. Granted Joker wouldn’t stop trying to hurt or even killing them, he just said he wouldn’t be as disturbing at it. Cause he can admit that that was a disturbing way to kill a kid. This wasn’t even the first time he’s heard of the flower now just spitting water! That little girl was an Angel sent from heaven, the two, well three counting Harley, were sure of it.

Meanwhile over with Batman and Robin, they were shocked to watch as Joker and Mari entered the fabric store. Everyone dove to the ground and the employees were shaking. But they did nothing but browse before taking it to the counter to get cut then heading to the front to pay for it, the needles, threads, scissors, sewing machine, and pattern for a new suit.

Mari was happily holding the bag of bought goods as they went to the craft store to get some other things such as a sketchbook, pencils, colored pencils, buttons, and the like. It was the same there as well. The customers fell to the ground and the employees were scared. Thou one employee didn’t look scared which confused the bats. Until they realized that the employee, a high school girl, was fighting to stay awake. After paying and leaving Joker was laughing at how the girl didn’t even blink as she fought to stay awake. When they glanced back, another employee was talking to the girl but the girl just leaned against the counter and fell asleep and the other employee looked terrified and got on the phone.

The two then went home and Nightwing and Red Hood caught up to Batman and Robin and told them what they knew and Batman sighed.

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Three Years Later

Mari wasn’t happy when she earned her daddy hurt a kid. Someone a year or so older than her. But she also knew it was an accident, and accidents happened. The boy was trying to get to safety and someone else was the main problem hurting the boy. It was just cause Joker was attacking that the boy was running. She had brought the two sisters of the boy some sweets when she learned he went missing.

After doing that, with all of her other deeds, earned her the name of Gotham’s Sunshine Angel. Purely from how bright of an outlook she has when talking with people, brightening their days, and helping people out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

One Year Later

Mari had been excited when she met the new boy in her class. A 10-year-old boy named Damian had just arrived in Gotham to live with his father Bruce Wayne. When he arrived he was very closed off to everyone. He thought of himself as better which was ridiculous in her mind.

But slowly, ever so slowly, she got him to open up and become friends with him. It took over half a year to do that and she was proud of doing that. He was opening up slowly and actually acting like a child instead of an adult trapped in a child’s body. He was excited to introduce her to his family which she was excited too. She wanted to introduce him to her daddy and mommy!

She waved happily tot he shocked family. Tho from their faces she inched back nervous. “What’s the matter, father? Why are you acting like that to my friend?” Damian demanded, glaring at his family as Mari hid behind him slightly.

“Do you know who she is, Damian?” Bruce asked softly and Damian looked between him and Mari, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s Joker’s daughter, adopted, but daughter nonetheless,” he said slowly and Damian whipped around to glare at her. A whimper left her as she backed away from her friend.

“You’re Joker’s child? And you didn’t think to tell me?” he demanded and Mari bit her lip, holding back a scream when her back hit the door as Damian and his family looked at her. His family was shocked still, but Damian?

Oh.

He looked furious.

“I-I thought you knew,” she stammered out, shrinking under his gaze. “E-everyone knows it since I was 6.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” he demanded.

“She’s telling the truth, Damian. Joker and Harley adopted her after finding her crying. It was a mugging gone wrong,” Bruce explained and Damian turned to him with narrowed eyes before turning back to Mari once more.

“How do I know she doesn’t have some evil plan? She’s the child of Joker,” he spat and Mari couldn’t hold back the tears. With a cry, she pulled the door open and rushed out of the manor.

What she didn’t see as she ran thru the rain and foggy street back to the city, Damian being glared at by his family.

What she did see tho?

It was too late.

A van screeched to a halt in front of her and a couple of men leaped out and grabbed her. She screamed out in fright, hoping someone would hear and help, but alas, it wouldn’t matter. They got her into the van and duct-taped her mouth.

When they got to the warehouse they got her changed into clothes all the other kids inside wore. Within a few hours, she and the others were on a supply plane toward Paris, France, sold to a sleazy orphanage.

Joker and Harley were in a frenzy that night. The Bats did what they could to calm them but it was difficult.

You shouldn’t mess with the Joker’s daughter.

That’s how they learned that she never made it home. The sweet angel would never do something like that to her parents. If she had a problem like a fight that happened, she would talk to her mommy and get advice. They didn’t learn until it was too late thou.

They were told she would be staying a few hours with her friend Damian. After those few hours, she was gone, already on a plane, leaving behind devastated parents and a guilt-ridden friend.

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Mari was jostled awake by one of the women running the orphanages. “Name?” she demanded and Mari opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to think, her face screwing up as she did.

“I-I think my name is Marinette,” she said after a bit and the woman’s face softened a bit.

“You think?” she asked and Mari nodded.

“I-I can’t remember anything,” she said and the woman nodded understanding.

“Well, it sounds like you have amnesia, Marinette. You’ll be lucky if it returns soon,” she replied writing some things down. “Get up, we need to get you cleaned up, some lovely people are coming by to see if there are any children they would like to adopt.”

Mari nodded and got up slowly, following behind the woman.

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Mari was tired. She’s been with Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng for five years now. They were fine. They treated her well, but worked her hard. They had her helping in the bakery a lot. When that wasn’t happening, they talked to her only when eating together. When not doing either of those, she was sewing, but only sewing things her classmates, used to be friends, wanted. And when she wasn’t doing that, she was doing her Class Rep duties.

But oh.

On top of all that!

She was Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Ya, she was tired. Her partner Chat was useless. He flirted constantly and didn’t know how to take no as an answer. Then there was also, Lila, a super liar who got her class to turn against her. Ya. she’s not having a good time in Paris.

She also wanted to remember her past. She keeps remember fuzzy figures that bring comfort, but she just can’t remember.

And it’s driving her nuts.

She slumped at her desk looking at her teacher who once more overlooked her. But then glared at her once Lila claimed something. Chloe sat down next to her and patted her back in comfort. She was glad to have made a friend with Chloe. She had been prepared to deal with Chloe, but she didn’t know how she was prepared for it. Just that she was.

“Have you head from WE?” Chloe asked and Mari shook her head. “Not yet. Any day now,” she replied and Chloe nodded.

“And your parents?”

“Couldn’t care less. They only care that I won’t be able to help them out,” she answered with a sigh and Chloe shook her head.

“Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” she said with a flip of her hair.

“Class, I have a special announcement!” Bustier called and the class looked up at the teacher. “Our class is going to Gotham for a week to tour Wayne Enterprises!” she said happily and the class started cheering.

“Oh, I just knew my Damiboo would come thru for me!” Lila said and that had the class looking at her.

“Really girl!? Tell me the deets!” Alya said and Lila beamed as the rest of the class agreed.

“You see, I’m dating Damian Wayne, heir to Wayne Enterprises. When he heard that m-our class was fighting to win the chance to go, he promised to pull some strings and he pulled thru!” she said happily to the camera Alya whipped out and Alya started talking to it but the two girls in the back ignored it all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mari squealed next to Chloe as the exited the plane.

Alas, she should have known.

Nothing good ever stays.

She had to walk to the school they were visiting since her class left her behind. As soon as she got there, gasps rang out. A tall teen with tanned skin, black slicked-back hair, and the most intense emerald gaze walked over to her. Whispers rang around the halls about the Ice Prince, wondering what he was doing. The whispering got worse when he placed his hands on her shoulders and you could see him holding back tears.

She looked at him confused, she recognized him but couldn’t place it for the life of her.

And it pained her not being able to.

The teen pulled her into a bone-crushing hug with a soft gasp. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” he whispered. That brought tears to her eyes. He pulled back to look her in the eyes and looked concerned about the sad expression in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, I….I don’t remember you,” she whispered and his expression turned pained as they heard a shout and a blonde teen ran into Mari giving her a hug and looking at him sadly.

“I’m sorry. If you’re from her past, she doesn’t remember anything from before 6 years ago when she was adopted,” she said and the boy nodded understanding. “Chloe Bourgeois,” she introduced and the teen shook her hand. “Damian Wayne. Thank you for telling me,” he said and she nodded. “If you allow it, may I accompany you and tell you how we first met years ago?” he asked and Mari gave a slow nod.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she answered and Damian gave the barest smiles and the three headed off to classes, just in time to hear Lila boast about ‘Damiboo’.

Oh, she’s going to regret that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

The week consisted of Damian and his friends Jon and Xander, hung with her and Chloe telling them about the year she disappeared, the year she and Damian met and became close friends. He didn’t go into too many details about the fight, just staying they had a horrible fight because he was an idiot and how sorry he was about it. He wanted to make sure she knew he was sorry.

And it did help, she could remember a bit more but still had trouble.

But it was progress.

And Mari is happy about it.

When it was time to leave, Damian was there to see her off, but they were both surprised to see Bruce walking up to her with Joker and Harley with Commissioner Gordon helping watch them.

The whole airport froze at the sight of them, remembering the terror they brought years ago when their daughter disappeared. Damian went over to Bruce, the question clear on his face.

“I got Mari’s class this trip because I recognized her. I thought her parents would appreciate seeing her,” he whispered and Damian gave a soft smile as he watched Joker and Harley freezing up when they saw Mari.

“Mari darling,” Joker whispered and they watched as tears gathered in her eyes as a recognition went over her. She knew them, she wasn’t sure how, but she knew them. Chloe was looking at the three with wide eyes. “H-how do you-?” she started and cut herself off but the two knew what she was asking.

“Because, you’re our daughter, pumpkin,” Harley whispered and a ragged breath left her as she held back a sob.

“D-daddy? M-mommy?” she whispered and the two nodded. “I’m so sorry!” she sobbed, remembering everything, out running to them and the two pulled her close and started crying themselves.

“It’s ok, Mari darling. We know you didn’t mean it. We’re just glad your safe now,” Joker whispered as they collapsed onto their knees to the ground.

“S-still, I should-I should have called for you and-and waited!” she sobbed out and the two gently shushed her.

“It’s ok, pumpkin. We don’t need to dwell on the past. You’re here now,” Harley whispered and Mari nodded into their shoulders.

“I’m glad I found you again,” she whispered and they nodded themselves. They slowly pulled back when Mari heard Chloe cough. “I-I’m sorry, I have to go back now,” she whispered and the two looked sad at that.

“Uh, You’ll get longer actually,” Chloe said annoyed and that had everyone in the airport confused. “They left without us,” she scoffed jerking a hand back to the empty gate and terminal.

“What!?” Gordon shouted and Chloe nodded as the man ran to the gate’s desk and spoke to the pilot angrily.

“Marinette,” Bruce began and Mari turned to him and tilted her head.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to come back and live in joint custody of Joker and Harley?” he asked and Mari started nodding before stopping.

“Joint?” she asked looking between the two.

“We, split after you disappeared, pumpkin. We couldn’t stop arguing, but don’t worry, we aren’t arguing anymore, and won’t ever if you stay with us,” Harley said and Mari nodded slowly.

“And, Mari darling, don’t blame yourself. Ok? We’re both happy with where we are, your mommy is in a great relationship with Ivy now and is very happy. And I am enjoying the bachelor life!” Joker said happily and Mari beamed at that.

“I’m glad you’re happy now, daddy, mommy,” she whispered and the two nodded back with smiles.

“We are too, Mari darling.”

“I can speak to the officials in France about this as you were taken from your parents,” Bruce said and Mari smiled at that.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” Mari whispered.

“The plane is too far away for them to turn around. But once they land, you’re teacher will be in trouble and investigated for leaving two students in Gotham,” Gordon said walking over to them after finishing the radio call.

“You should also have her adopted parents investigated,” Chloe said thru a scoff and that had the small group looking over at her while Mari shrunk.

“What do you mean?” Gordon asked confused.

“They neglect her daily and force her to work in the bakery or make things for her ‘friends’ even though they know she doesn’t think of them as such,” she explained and Gordon slowly nodded at that.

“I’ll tell them that,” he said walking away.

“While that is figured out, why don’t you two stay at Wayne Manor until it’s all done,” Bruce suggested and the two teens nodded agreement.

“I’ll take your bag,” Damian said and Mari smiled at that as she stood up and her parents squished her between them.

Yeah, she’s happy to finally be home.

Ok, I hope you guys enjoyed this!! This was pretty fun to write. If enough people ask, there MAY be a second part. But we’ll see. Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this long fic! Until Next Time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

[byeoltoyuki]

PROMISE ⇾ KTH

↳Pairing : You x Taehyung

Genre : Fluff / Angst / bestfriends to lovers

Words: +12k

Summary :  Maybe you loved him a little too much. And maybe he loved you a little too much too.

A/N : thank you my lovely cutie pie @virgin-snow for the moodboard *-*

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Tae 👀

[10:30pm]

I'm horny.

You

[10:31pm]

How is it my problem?

Tae 👀

[10:32pm]

You're my best friend.

You

[10:32pm]

So is Jimin. 💁‍♀️

Tae 👀

[10:34pm]

Yeah but he can't suck my dick. 👀

You

[10:34pm]

Says who?

Tae 👀

[10:35pm]

Y/N! Come on !

You rolled your eyes at his desperate attempt to make you change your mind. Taehyung would never change. It was always the same, whenever he drank too much he would get horny and half of the time -or at least for the past year, he decided that you were the best choice in term of person to fuck. You said 'no' every single time and yet he never stopped trying.

Tae 👀

[10:45pm]

You can't let me suffer like that!

You

[10:46pm]

Are you drunk?

Tae 👀

[10:47m]

No.

Tae 👀

[10:47m]

Yet.

You

[10:49pm]

Then go and get yourself a girl! I'm having a party on my own!

Tae 👀

[10:51m]

What?

You

[10:52pm]

I'm finally watching The Order. So leave me alone.

Tae 👀

[10:54m]

Our friendship is cancelled. How dare you watch it without me???

You laughed at his empty threat. How many times did he threaten to cancel your friendship? You stopped counting after you realized -long ago, that Kim Taehyung was a huge drama queen and you could do nothing about it except ignore him -which meant that you would get another threat soon or later.

Taehyung wasn't always like that. At the beginning, when you first met, you were both six and Taehyung happened to be your new neighbor and the shyest little boy you had ever met. He was sitting by his house's door, looking moody and a tiny bit sad which made you look at him twice. You never liked people being all by themselves and you liked it even less when they looked so sad, that's why you approached his house without hesitation, stretching your hand to him.

"Hi. I'm Y/N and I'm your neighbor! Let's be friend?" You had beamed at him, completely unfazed by his lack of reaction.

Taehyung at six looked absolutely adorable with his chubby, totally squish-able cheeks, pretty eyes,  pretty lips and a little long bangs that was half covering his eyes. Even at six you already felt the urge to squish his cheeks but of course you restrained yourself since you had only met him.

Taehyung stared at your outstretched hand, his eyes slowly darting back and forth between your hand and your smile, completely taken aback. It wasn't the first time that he saw you, but he never expected you to just approach him so straightforwardly.

"I promise, my hand doesn't bite." You joked at his hesitation and wiggle playfully your hand to prove your point.

"I know!" He replied embarrassed, his cheeks slowly turning pink. "I just-" Taehyung was stuttering and more he tried to explain himself and more embarrassed he felt. His eyes looked back at you as he heard your giggle. He wanted to snap back, thinking that you were making fun of him, instead he averted his eyes and looked at his feet instead.

"I'm Kim Taehyung." He muttered so lowly you could barely catch him.

But you did and you beamed happily at him, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He yelped, taken aback by how easily you touched him and how strong your grip was for a girl. But this simple touch was enough for him to believe that it was the beginning of a long adventure.

And it was truly the case.

Taehyung grew from being your neighbor friend to your classmate, to your best friend, not to say a kind of soulmate. You grew inseparable and through your friendship, your parents became friends too, spending most of your weekends together and even going on holidays too.

But sometimes you and Taehyung were too close and too much, making people doubt the nature of your relationship. No matter how many times you explained that you were best friend, sometimes it was hard to believe. However, you couldn't blame them seeing how your own parents had their own shares of doubt. Especially when your parents found Taehyung sleeping peacefully in your bed, with you, when you were just sixteen. It was the first and last time your parents had yelled -and pulled at his ear. Both parents took a whole hour of yelling and scolding Taehyung -and you, telling him how he couldn't do that, not anymore. Taehyung and you had listened.

Two days later he was back in your bed.

Taehyung and you were different in so many ways but somehow you clicked.

Taehyung became terribly famous during his high school years, all eyes were on him and it didn't get better with college. He was famous, funny, loud, weird and terribly attractive. He knew it all and took advantage of it, earning himself quite a reputation. And somehow you ended up with a reputation too. You were known as the girl Taehyung cared about and that most suspected being his girlfriend. Some really believed it, pitying you since Taehyung was always messing around. It made you laugh every single time. But after a while you gave up explaining and just let people believe whatever they wanted.

Tae 👀

[11:00pm]

You're a meanie :'(

You

[11:01pm]

Yeah, i love you too, douchebag.

At least someone was ready to slap some senses in Taehyung's thick head. It was well known that nobody except you could convince him to do something against his will, and there was definitely only you who wouldn't hesitate a single second to slap his pretty face if he was being too loud or annoying. But despite all that, you adored him, maybe a little more than you should. But that he didn't need to know.

Chimmy 🧡

[11:10pm]

I hate you.

You

[11:10pm]

What did I do this time?

Chimmy 🧡

[11:11pm]

Taehyung asked me for a blowjob.

You

[11:11pm]

Now that's interesting! 👀 And you said no? Why?

Chimmy 🧡

[11:11pm]

….

Chimmy 🧡

[11:12pm]

Now I know why you two get along. I still hate you.

You

[11:12pm]

Please don't! I love youuuuuuuuu. Chimmmmmm 💔

Chimmy 🧡

[11:14pm]

🤦‍♂️

You almost felt bad for Jimin -you had absolutely no problem to imagine how hard it must be to deal with a drunk and horny Taehyung.

****

When you woke up the next morning, something rather heavy was attached to you, or should you say someone: Taehyung was hugging you, his legs intertwined with yours, and his arm was tightly wrapped around your waist. You didn't need to check if it was really him -and not some creep that got inside your room in the middle of the night, you just knew it was him. You knew it was Taehyung by the way he held you tightly, by the way his warm breath tickled your neck, by the way his cologne spread all around your room. Taehyung was warm and soft and safe and just for that you pressed your back a little harder against him, ready to go back to sleep.

"Y/N! Breakfast is ready!" Your mom screamed from downstairs, making you groan and hid your face further in your blanket. "And don't even think about going back to sleep!" Maybe your mom knew it all too well. "And wake Taehyung up too!" And maybe she knew Taehyung even better.

You smiled at her words, your eyes still shut tightly, you just wanted to go back to sleep. However, Taehyung's low chuckle woke you up for good. You wiggled in his arms, putting some space between your bodies as you turned to face him. You internally groaned at how handsome he looked despite being only half awake with his eyes half closed and his hair messy. It shouldn't be allowed to look that good after a probably rough party. But Kim Taehyung was a rather weird human.

"Morning sleepy head." You couldn't help but reach for his fluffy hair and run your fingers through them. Even after years of knowing each other, you still couldn't resist the temptation -not like Taehyung minded anyway. He leaned further into your touch, he closed his eyes and pushed you closer against him, throwing a leg over you as a soft moan escaped his lips.

"What a cute puppy." You cooed

"A puppy can bite too."

"I'd love to see that."

And maybe you knew that provoking Taehyung was not very wise of you but maybe you didn't want to get up yet. With a blink of an eye he had his lips on your arm, his eyes staring back at you -not so sleepy anymore, and he bit softly on your skin, not enough to actually hurt you but enough to make you wince and kick his leg in response.

"I warned you!" He playfully said while he gently rubbed with his thumb the spot he had bitten. "You knew it would happen."

You did but your ego refused to admit it out loud which resulted in you rolling your eyes at him and kicking his legs one more time.

"See. It means I'm right."

"Yeah, yeah. Get up or I'm going to kick you out of my bed."

"But Y/N!" Taehyung whined and tried pulling you back against him and probably fall back to sleep. No matter how tempting the promise of sleeping was, you dodged his arms and jumped out of the bed, letting out a proud 'aha'.

"Come on!" You urged him before using your secret card, a card you knew Taehyung would never ignore. "Or I'm going to eat your share of mom's pancakes."

"Don't you fucking dare, Y/N!!" He yelled from the bed, trying to get up but somehow his limbs got messed up in your sheets which resulted in him half falling on the floor and you bursting into laughter. "I hate you."

"No you don't. Now come on big baby, let's have breakfast." You smiled fondly at him and stretched your hand to help him to get up.

*****

"Sweet Lord !" Your mom exclaimed at Taehyung. "You look-"

"Dashing? Magnificent? As handsome as ever?" He cut her right in the middle, grinning like a child at her, which earned him a nudge in the ribs from you.

"Don't answer that, Mom. Don't flatter his ego. Have you seen how big his head is already?" You trotted past him and went straight to your place beside your dad, your plate and coffee already waiting for you. "Hi dad."

"Hey! Rude." Taehyung protested, pouting, and without a doubt ready to throw a tantrum as if he was six again. Sometimes you did wonder how old Taehyung really was.

"Auntie. Please tell your daughter that she's an awful friend !" Taehyung grabbed your mother's hands expectantly and doing his best puppy face that your mother had always a hard time resisting. Just like right now, she inhaled and closed momentarily her eyes before glancing your way. You knew exactly what thoughts ran through her head.

"I can't believe you're still fighting like that." Your father chuckled at your antics as he shook his head in amusement.

"Excuse me but he's the one who had interrupted my precious and peaceful sleep in the middle of the night." You defended your honor as best as you could -which was a rather hard task seeing how your mother was slowly succumbing to Taehyung's eyes. You knew all too well that it was a lost cause.

"You're the one who gave him the spare key though." Your mom stated, winking at Taehyung as she sided with him.

I let an outraged scoff out as Taehyung stuck his tongue at you. Winning against you in your own house, within your family.

What a shame.

But Taehyung didn’t mind you being supposedly upset with him, he sat next to you and nudged your arm playfully few times while muttering a ‘you know I like you’. You huffed one more time but this time just for the sake of looking angry a little bit longer but you did the terrible mistake to look at him. How could you possibly stay mad at him when he was smiling so brightly and fondly at you? It was the sight that not many people witness. To most Taehyung was just a womanizer and a popular boy, nothing else. But to you and to his closest friends, he was the sweetest, most loyal and caring person ever and you had to admit that you didn’t want them to find out this side of him. The happiness on his face awoke the butterflies in your stomach and you couldn’t help but sigh in defeat and lean closer to him.

“You win this round.” You admitted defeat

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and crushed you against him, ruffling your hair –knowing all too well that you would squirm and yell at him. “I always win.”

“Kids.” You could hear your mom’s desperate mumbling as she walked past  you. You, however, looked at each other before giggling, feeling like you were ten again.

“They’re impossible, aren’t they?” Your mom told your father

And you could only approve.

****

"You should have come with me to the party." Taehyung shoved you playfully as you walked down the street. You could have taken the bus or Taehyung's car but somehow seeing how the weather was nice, walking twenty minutes seemed to be a rather better choice. "Jungkook was there. I'm sure he wouldn't have mind seeing you."

"What?" You asked incredulous, glancing his way. You had a mild idea of why Taehyung had suddenly brought Jungkook in the conversation but it still felt a tiny bit weird.

"He asked about you." He clambered without looking you, without noticing that you had stopped in your track. "Maybe you should think about dating him? He's a good guy."  

You stared at Taehyung, pondering on his words, pondering on how you were supposed to react. You regretted almost instantly telling him one night that you found Jungkook hot -but then again, it was the truth and nobody could deny it. But you couldn't comprehend what in his thick head made him think that you would want to suddenly date the boy. Yes, Jungkook was nice and funny -and strong you had to admit, and despite being good looking he wasn't screwing around -not like Taehyung at least but it didn't mean you wanted to start something with him. Taehyung just happened to be too noisy for his own good.

"You should-" Taehyung started, his head half turned to you only to realize that you were no longer walking by his side. He stopped abruptly and turned around, frowning at you. "What are you doing?" He blinked confused as he stared at you.

"What makes you think that I want to date him?" You finally asked and resumed your walking. "And please don't tell me you assumed it because of that night."

"Well. You did say he was hot?"

You almost wanted to laugh at how genuinely confused and upset Taehyung looked, like a kicked puppy. It seemed that according to Taehyung's logic if you found a guy or hot for that matter it meant only one thing.

"So is Jimin. You don't go asking if I want to date him."

"Because he's our best friend."

"No. He's your best friend as far as I'm concerned. I'm pretty sure he considers me as a nice person to hung out around." You glared at him. "And someone who can tolerate you."

"Bullshit."

"No. I'm serious. Ask him. You just live in your happy bubble when you're with us."

By the way Taehyung's frown deepened you knew it was a waste of time to try to explain, he was too stubborn and sometimes a little bit blind. "You're hot too." At first, you said those words to shut him up -and prove a point but then you realized that you really meant it. But it did it work; Taehyung shut up for a moment.

"You think so?"

You groaned in despair as he smirked at his own words, of course he knew he was hot and you refused to stroke his ego any further, instead you smacked his arm hard enough for him to wince and take two steps from you.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." You mumbled and walked past him, huffing and sounding upset without really being.

Taehyung was dumb and a tiny bit arrogant but just enough you could tolerate. And he was your dumbass after all. You smiled at this thought while Taehyung called for you, running after you.

*****

Taehyung happened not to be the only annoying friend in your surrounding. Actually, at some point all your friends were annoying and lousy but that was definitely what made their charms and why you loved them to death -and probably because you were a tiny bit annoying yourself too. So when Byul slumped at the empty chair beside you in the library you knew she was up to no good, especially not when she wiggled her brows playfully at you. Byul was that friend that despite her angelic features -and God knew how many fell in her trap, was actually a little devil in disguise that knew just when to hit you. And in that right moment, you braced yourself for what she had in store for you.

"Okay, what's up?" You asked unable to hide your nervousness which of course didn't go unnoticed by Byul whose grin only widened. She loved seeing you squirm under her eyes.

"So  I know you and Tae had been friends for years-" Byul barely started her sentence and you knew straight away where this was heading. You couldn't believe you were having this conversation after all this time.

"I can't believe you're talking about this again." You groaned in frustration and actually slammed your head on your book, closing your eyes for a moment. "Please. Don't. "

"Taehyung spent like the whole two hours staring at you." She completely disregarded your protests and finished her thoughts.

You rolled your eyes at her. You had to give it to Byul, she was even more stubborn than you and nothing and nobody could stop her once she had settled her mind on something, in this case you and Taehyung being definitely more than friends. She had spent the past six months pestering you about the subject, analysing every moves, every lingering looks and whatsoever to argument. But maybe there was a tiny -or even huge, part of fault in you; in your drunken mind you had judged wise to share with her that maybe you did feel something terribly different than friendship for Taehyung. It was your biggest mistake and you regretted it till today.

"Don't give me your usual speech." Byul said before you could start giving her a number of reasons of why she didn't make sense. "You guys would be so cute together." You were tempted to just ignore her but then she quickly added "and he would stop whoring around."

You snorted at that. The day Taehyung would stop messing around pigs would fly.

"Then what about Jungkook?" Byul asked

You bit on your lips as a groan threatened to leave your lips. There were by now two subjects that had the habit to piss you off; first being the conversation about your relationship with Taehyung and secondly it was definitely about Jungkook. "What about him?"

"Tae thinks you're crushing on him."

“It appears so.”

“And is it true?”

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Never know with you.” She shrugged

****

You weren’t fond of parties and especially not of the crowded one but from time to time you couldn’t say no –for the sake of your peaceful life. 1. Byul would bug you in class, by messages and every minutes of your life and it could get quite overwhelming. 2. Taehyung would whine too.

Byul bae

[3:23pm]

You’re coming to Jin’s party right?

You

[3:23pm]

No?

Byul bae

[3:24pm]

Try again.

You

[3:24pm]

It’s still a no. I’m not going. I’m having a date with my bed.

Byul bae

[3:25pm]

No you’re not. You’re coming with me!

Tae 👀

[3:26]

You’re coming to this paaaaarty babe!

It could go for hours, both Byul and Taehyung scheming against you until you would say ‘yes’ which you eventually did for your own sanity.

Jin’s parties were usually huge, half of the campus would go whenever they were invited or not. You missed the time when it would be only your group of friends all together watching movies and playing different kinds of games through the night. It was the good old time. However the parties nowadays were all about getting wasted, hooking up, nothing that was your cup of tea. But you accepted to come anyway, striking a deal with Byul, ‘you go but she keeps you company’, a deal that was worthless since the moment Byul spotted the man with the most beautiful smile in the world, she forgot all about the deal and left you alone.

It was tempting to sulk in the corner of the room, but instead you chose to drink quietly your beer and watching people come and go. Some stroke up a conversation with you that never lasted for more than ten minutes, some simply acknowledged your presence with a nod and some just ignored you.

You spotted Byul and Hoseok talking, Byul leaning closely, her arm brushing against his and she giggled at whatever he was telling –Hoseok always had a funny story to share. Taehyung, on the other hand had completely vanished from your radar but you knew him enough to know that it was for the best.

You walked past people, dodging some who were dancing in the middle of the room, protecting your beer from spilling on yourself or on the floor.  You were cautious as always, but apparently not enough as while turning around you bumped straight into a toned chest that belonged to no other than the host of the party: Jin.

"Careful there." His arm instantly wrapped around you to prevent you from stumbling. It was only when he was sure that there was no risk for you or for his shirt -mainly for his shirt, that he actually looked at you. "Oh! Y/N! Long time no see!"

"Hi Jin." You took a step back to put some space between your bodies.

"I must say, I'm surprised to see you at my party. Not like I don't like it or-"

"I know. But you should know Tae and Byul, they don't take no for an answer."

Jin laughed, clapping his hands wildly, being just as loud as you remembered him being. Before you could even think of anything to say, Jin went straight for a hug, crushing your body against his -you managed to push your beer away from your bodies just on time.

"It's good to see you." He patted your head softly making you only smile into his chest. Yeah I missed it too.

"Enjoy your night, Y/N."

*****

The music was blasting, buzzing in your ears, echoing with your heartbeats. You were almost tempted to join the dancing people but you didn't have enough alcohol in your system for that. You chose, instead, to sit in the middle of the stairs, with your beer, having a perfect view from up there of the room.  

But you weren’t left alone for long.

It was long past eleven when you spotted a very familiar boy with beautiful doe-eyes, wearing some simple black jeans, black shirt that suited him all too well. As soon as he caught you staring, a proud smirk spread on his lips and you knew right away that he wouldn’t leave you alone so easily. And truth to be told you didn’t want him either way.

"Hi beautiful." Jungkook climbed the stairs till he was three steps below you, huge smile on his face.

"Hi handsome." You played along knowing all too well that despite the vibes he was giving off, Jungkook was harmless and was a nice guy on top of that.

"How come you're all alone?"

"Because my friends are a bunch of traitors who ditched me." And to prove your point, you pointed at Byul with Hoseok who were giggling and chatting, the world had completely disappeared for those two and you could only imagine how this night would end for them.

"Poor little thing." Jungkook cooed

"Are you making fun of me now, Jeon?" You cocked a brow at him, amused with his attempt.

"Wouldn't dare." He scrunched his nose cutely as he smiled. Without a word he sat beside you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder.

"I've been wondering." Jungkook started saying without looking at you. "Why didn't you tell Tae that you're not interested in me?"

"Oh no." You cringed. "Did he bother you?" You should have known that Taehyung wouldn't keep his mouth shut or try something that would embarrass you. You hoped, no, you prayed that he wouldn't try to get involved in your love life again but you had clearly underestimated your best friend's stupidity. "What did he say?"

Jungkook very slowly turned his head to look at you and you have to admit that you didn't like the look on his face. He leaned closer to you and if you were any other girl you would have blushed and tried to put some space between you. You didn't. You let him invade all your personal space, feeling his warm breath right on your lips. You couldn't stop yourself from looking at his lips, so terribly inviting. "Something about you liking me."

"God." You groaned, "He's so embarrassing sometimes. I mentioned once that you're hot." You forced yourself to move away from him.

"Oh? Am I?"

You rolled your eyes and playfully punched his arm. "You know you are."

"And yet you rejected me."

Your smile had completely disappeared from your face. Jungkook was a good guy and you were certainly crazy to have rejected him but your feelings for a stupid boy made things harder.

"Shouldn't you be honest with him and tell how you feel?" You refused to look at him, only because you could already feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to open up.

"I'm fine with what I already have."

"But you can have more."

You sighed unwilling to admit that Jungkook's words were right. You could have something better with Taehyung just like you could ruin everything and it was a risk you weren't ready to take.

"Not gonna happen." You shook your head and without realizing it your grip on your beer tightened. "I don't want to talk about it, Jungkook."

"Hmm." He hummed beside you and for a moment you believed that he really accepted to drop the subject. At least you thought so until a low 'oh' escaped his lips. You didn't even have time to react, you felt his fingers right under your chin, gently making you look at him. "Aren't you just too scared?"

You didn't like how it sounded or how cocky he looked with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. You tried to push yourself from him, to show him a piece of your angry mind, but Jungkook didn't let you. His hold on your chin suddenly changed, his thumb pressing harder, and the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine. So you stared, waiting for his explanation.

"He's watching. Should we play?"

"What?" You wanted to turn around and see by yourself but he didn't let you once again.

"If you look at him, he'll know that we're talking about him."

"What are you trying to do?"

But questioning Jungkook happened to be a waste of time. No matter how many questions you had for him, he always managed to avoid them and instead confused you only a little more. But he didn't let you ponder on the matter longer. Swiftly he wrapped an arm around you and brought your back against his chest so you could see Taehyung.

The moment your eyes met Taehyung's, your whole body tensed against Jungkook. It wasn't the sweet, smiling Taehyung that was staring back at you. No. It was the Taehyung that was upset. His face didn't show any sign of anger but the glimpse in his eyes, you have seen it before and you wished to never see it again. Especially not because of you.

He didn't budge, he stood at the other side of the room, one hand tucked in his pocket, staring intensely at you. You wished you could know what was he thinking about; he made you feel uneasy and almost scared. You had no reason to react this way, after all it was only Taehyung. It shouldn't feel wrong to be seen so close to another guy too.

And yet. You felt like you were in the wrong, caught red handed.

Jungkook's grip around your body tightened as you had this silent staring contest with Taehyung and only when his warm breath tickled your neck you realized that he was doing it on purpose.

"He looks upset." He whispered, his lips way too close to your ear. His touch, his low and dark voice sent shivers down your spine causing your free hand to grab his thigh, fingers digging into it. He hissed but didn't say a word. You didn't know that Jeon Jungkook was a kind of troublemaker. But you were about to find out.

"Do you think he'll get mad if my hand moves higher?" Jungkook asked, his chest vibrating against your back. His fingers, very slowly, ghosted over your naked arm, caressing it up and down before finally settling on your belly. Your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his next move because by now you understood that Jungkook wouldn't stop - not unless you made him.

"What do you think?" He hummed and this time you felt his lips brushing lightly your ear. His hand resumed its course, moving from your belly to your chest, taking his all sweet time before tracing an invisible line on your collarbone only to finish his adventure on your neck. His hand rested there for a moment, without a word.  You had no doubt that Jungkook could hear your crazy beating heart.

"Jungkook."

"Or what if I kiss your neck?"

You wanted to say 'no' but the moment he put his lips right below your ear, you forgot all about your protests. Your fingers dug harder into his thigh, tensing all against him, your body reacting on its own. You had completely underestimated Jungkook and his eagerness to mess with Taehyung -and you.

"Jungkook." You managed to find your voice. You wanted to sound angry but it came out weak and desperate which only made him smirk against your skin. He knew exactly what he was doing, whether it was to Taehyung or to you.

And no matter how much you wanted to prove him wrong, you couldn't ignore the way Taehyung stared at you. His frown only deepened as you tilted your head to the side, giving Jungkook a better access to your neck. There was definitely something dangerously exciting about the way Taehyung looked at you. It didn't make sense but you didn't want it to stop either. So you stared back, refusing to lose to Taehyung. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Jungkook, watching carefully Jungkook's every move and you wished that in this moment you could read his mind. It was so out of character for Taehyung to react this way.

Jungkook's fingers reached right under your chin, gently turning your face to him. He smiled, his lips almost brushing against yours. So inviting, so tempting and yet it was your wake up call. You smiled at him before forcing your body to move away from him. It took you all your willpower to detach yourself from him, from the comforting embrace but then, when you averted your eyes to glance at Taehyung, he was nowhere to be found.

*****

It took you two days to realize that something was off with Taehyung. Ever since the party he had acted not like himself and by that you meant he had been avoiding you like the plague. All your messages remained unanswered, left on 'read'. At first, you didn't pay much attention to it, Taehyung was a big boy and could do whatever he wanted and you had your own life to deal with. Except, not having any news from him worried you.

Taehyung, the usual one, couldn't stop himself from sending at least one message a day, so the fact that he didn't try to reach for you ended up bothering you. You loved Taehyung, a lot, and you could forgive him pretty much everything; him fucking around, him being too lousy, you could even forgive him when he screwed up really bad but ignoring you without a valid reason pissed you off beyond measure.

You stared intensely at your phone as if you could summon by magic a message from him. It didn't, of course. So instead, you typed a quick, without a doubt very angry and meaningful message.

You

[8:55pm]

Fuck you.

*****

You thought that after knowing Taehyung for so long, there was absolutely nothing that could surprise you, nothing that could make things awkward between you two. You knew each other just so well, you have seen each other at the lowest and yet somehow after Jungkook's little game you had no doubt that something did change after all between you.

One week later and the situation hadn't improved at all, you could add that it got even worse. Taehyung didn't answer to your final message nor did he try to talk to you when you shared the same classes. But the last straw was him ignoring you in the middle of the hall.

It was one thing that he ignored your messages, one thing that he didn't want to talk to you but leaving the moment you joined the group was plain rude and made you only angrier.

"The heck was that?" Jimin muttered to himself as he glanced at Taehyung almost out of sight.

But you had heard him. And it stung.

*****

Chimmy 🧡

[3:20pm]

Do I want to know why Tae acts like someone had stolen his candy?

Chimmy 🧡

[3:20pm]

He has been sulking the whole day.

Chimmy 🧡

[4:05pm]

He refused free food. Should I worry?

Chimmy 🧡

[4:30pm]

OK. So, should I worry too? You've been clearly ignoring me too?

Chimmy 🧡

[4:35pm]

Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?

You felt bad for ignoring Jimin's messages, he had done nothing wrong and was simply worried for Taehyung -and now you too, but you knew as well that if you talk to him, there was no way you could lie to him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You wanted to write him a 'sorry, everything is ok' but you couldn't find the heart to do it.

Chimmy 🧡

[4:38pm]

You better not put this phone back in your bag or I swear it's gonna get ugly.

You froze right on the spot, your eyes glued to his message. Taehyung had once mentioned that the nice, adorable, sweet Jimin could turn into a very ugly person that could literally kill you with just his eyes. You didn't believe him of course. Taehyung was the king of exaggeration after all but this message did have a strong impact on you.

"So." A terribly familiar voice echoed from behind you. "What did I do wrong for you to be ignoring me?"

Your grip on your phone only tightened as you realized that Jimin was standing right beside you and by the sound of his voice he was unmistakably upset. All because of your own stupid brain.

Slowly, extremely slowly, you turned around to face him. You faked a smile in hope to fool him but Jimin's face stayed stoic, cold and a tiny bit terrifying. I will never again doubt you Taehyung, I swear.

"Hi?" Your voice cracked under his intense gaze and you scolded yourself for sounding so nervous. You coughed in embarrassment before pulling yourself together. "Sorry. Hi."

"Doesn't work on me."

"Hm?"

"Should I repeat my question? What the hell is going on?"

*****

The second person to notice that something was wrong with you and Taehyung was your mother. It shouldn't have come as a surprise but you didn't expect her to join on the couch on a Thursday night you were studying.

"So." She started with her ever soft voice making you look at her. "What did you fight over this time?"

Your face turned blank at her words, you just stared, unable to think straight, unable to find something to answer back. You should have known that she would notice your odd behavior.

"What makes you think that we fought?" You averted your eyes from her face, hoping that she would drop the subject. You didn't want to talk about Taehyung and maybe a part of you wanted to avoid the subject because you knew your mother would find the right words.

"Oh come on. Do you think I'm blind?" She laughed and rolled her eyes at you. "Taehyung can't stay away from this house for long. I haven't seen or heard of him for a few days. I can only assume that you fought."

You stared at her for a moment, weighting your options. Should you just pour your feelings or should you keep everything for yourself?

"So? What happened?"

"I'm not sure myself." You admitted through a long and tired sigh.

"Last time it was about your boyfriend, if I remember correctly."

You groaned at the memory. It was ridiculous really. Taehyung paid you a visit one night, telling you that your boyfriend was just an idiot, unworthy of someone as cool and nice as you. At first, you thought he was being the jealous best friend -because Taehyung could get a little overprotective, which was cute but then he became plain mean and rude. You didn't talk to him for three days.

"As i said, I'm not sure myself. He started ignoring me after a party. It pissed me off so I'm ignoring him back.

"So mature." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm which sounded like a slap and a reminder: you were no longer children. "You both are extremely stubborn, Y/N. But, don't you miss him?"

"I do."

"Then be the mature one. Talk to him.

****

You woke up to the feeling of warm and strong arms circling your body. You didn't open your eyes, you didn't need to know that it was still late and that Taehyung had once again sneaked in your room. You stirred in his arms, pressing yourself a little harder against him and you sighed in delight and relief. You didn't realize how badly you missed having him around until you felt him against you. He bumped his nose against your neck, tickling you with his warm breath. You felt your inside melting into puddles at his gesture. Taehyung would be the death of you.

"I'm an asshole." Taehyung finally whispered, a part of him wished for you to be asleep but he knew all too well that you were wide awake.

"Yes you are."

Taehyung tightened his grip around your body and you felt him shifting nervously against you. "I'm sorry."

You contemplated the idea of playing hard to get, you wanted him to suffer a little longer but then Taehyung let a low whimper and squeezed you tightly. All your resolution crumbled instantly. Taehyung had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it.

"Y/N." He pleaded

And you gave in just like that.

You wiggled in his arms, pushing him away for a moment only to turn around and face him. You stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes. Taehyung regretted ignoring you, his eyes spoke for him.

"I'm so sorry." Taehyung repeated

Your eyes beamed in the darkness of your room. You took his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing it gently and rubbing the spot you kissed.

Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth only to close it again. He looked confused, lost, like a kicked puppy which made you smile fondly at him.

"I'm sorry too." You finally said, ending his misery.

"Why are you apologizing?" Now Taehyung was even more confused. He blinked few times, gawking at you before finally frowning and pouting. "You tried talking to me. I shut you out."

"I did. But I should have confronted you." You let go of his hand and cupped his pouty face instead. "We're both so damn stubborn. But I should have known better." You rubbed his cheek with your thumb. "I should have snapped some sense into your thick head."

Taehyung closed his eyes at your words and leaned into your touch, relishing the feeling. The palm of your hand against his cheek felt warn and soft and comforting, he enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit.

"I was jealous." Taehyung confessed to your biggest surprise.

"What?"

He averted his face, face that heated up against the palm of your hand. You slid your hand under his chin forcing him to look back at you.

"Taehyung."

He didn't let you add anything else, he crushed your body against his to the point that breathing became hard; his head rested on top of yours.

"Please don't ask." He mumbled against your head.

Taehyung was embarrassed which was so unusual of him but you decided to let it go. For now.

"Ok." You whispered and hugged his body.

Taehyung was back, it was all that mattered.

****

Ever since the fight, Taehyung decided that he had to spend almost all minutes of his life with you. You were surprised at first, thinking that he was just messing around but when he started showing up at your doorstep every single morning with your coffee you realized that Taehyung was trying to redeem himself.

You stared at the steaming coffee that he was handing you, smiling widely at you, proud of your confused look. "What - Why?"

"What do you mean why? Am I not allowed to bring some coffee to my best friend? I know you can't function without it." He shrugged it off as if it was nothing and shoved the coffee in your hands.

"Tae. It has been a whole week, you-" He cut you off by putting his finger on your lips and shaking his head in disapproval.

"Just accept it."

"But Tae!" You whined but he still didn't care. Taehyung turned his back, ready to leave. You had no other choice but groan in despair and follow his steps.

******

On a Saturday morning, while you were sorting some old boxes with your mom, Taehyung barged in the house like he owned the place.

He did.

"Hello!" He shouted enthusiastically  

"Oh Taehyung!" You heard your father's voice

Nobody complained about his wild entrance. Quite the opposite. Your father welcomed Taehyung with opened arms, patting his back vigorously.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Here!" You yelled from the living room

Your father beamed at Taehyung and let him join you.

Somehow in the middle of the cleaning you came upon a box full with photo albums. You didn't intend to go through all of them, just to have a peek and go back cleaning. It didn't go quite as planned. There were hundreds of pictures inside the box, wedding pictures, family pictures, baby pictures and of course tons of pictures with Taehyung.

"Hey pumpkin." Taehyung jumped on the couch while you sat on the floor with your mom at his feet. "What are you doing?"

"Look at this." Your mom handed him a set of pictures that he eagerly accepted. A huge grin spread on his lips as he looked at the first picture.

"Oh!" He slid from the couch and sat on the floor between you and your mom, nudging playfully your leg. "Look at us being all cute!"

"I was cute. You, it's debatable!" You provoked him when in fact you thought just the same.

"Please." Taehyung scoffed, "You can't lie to me, baby. I was born cute."

"Kids." Your mom muttered to herself

You giggled at her comment and put your head on Taehyung's shoulder. You didn't realize just how much pictures of you two they had. From school festivals, playgrounds, birthday parties, they had memorize every steps of your life, of your friendship.

"Oh my god." You laughed at the picture. It was a ten years old Taehyung with a bloody nose. "I remember that one."

"Yeah. This bunch of idiots called you ugly." Taehyung huffed in annoyance, still offended by their behavior which made you laugh.

"Come on. You can't be mad. It was long ago!"

"Whatever."

And here you thought you were the one to hold grudges for too long. Kim Taehyung had beat you at it.

"And this one!" Taehyung showed you a picture from one of your birthday party. You had frosting on your nose and cheeks and you looked positively pissed at a very proud and happy Taehyung. "You kicked my ass so hard."

"Ok but you deserved it! You wasted some precious frosting from my cake!" You hit his arm playfully in return.

Taehyung looked at you, his face blank, you stared back before both of you burst into laughter.

"There are only pictures of us making silly faces. Not a single normal one." You pointed out

"We were so noisy. No wonder."

"You still are." You mom countered

Both of you looked at her offended and ready to fight back.

"We're not!"

She rolled her eyes at you.

"Here. I've found a normal one." She handed you the said picture and you couldn't stop the urge to hug Taehyung. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and nestled your head against his shoulder.

Your mom was right, it was the only one and it was probably the most special one. You were probably around twelve, in your garden, holding your pinkies. Taehyung stared at the picture a little longer before turning his head towards you. His face was terribly close, his breath brushing your skin. You pulled back to have some space -and to save yourself from a heart attack, but your eyes stayed glued to his.

"What?" You averted your eyes and glanced at the picture instead.

"I remember it."

I do too.

"What was your promise aboutN" Your mom asked. "You guys look so happy."

You didn't have the heart to tell her, a part of you embarrassed which explained your pinky cheeks, while another part just didn't want to share this precious memory with anyone else.

12 years old,

You have been crying for the past ten minutes in your garden, hiding from the world under a tree. It was a very bad idea for you to watch a supposedly romantic movie. It would have been a nice one if the main character didn't end up with her heart broken. The movie made you realize that not all girls had their happy ending. With this realization came the fear of never finding love which resulted in you crying.

"Why are you crying?"

You raised your head, only to see a very confused Taehyung before you. You hiccuped at his sight but almost instantly you started crying harder.

"Stop crying!" His face turned red and he grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to stand up and look at him. You didn't find the strength to do it, instead you hid your eyes with your hands.

"Y/N! Come on!" Taehyung grabbed your hands, leaving you no choice but to look at him. "Can you explain to me why are you crying?"

"Tae." You hiccups "What if I end up alone?" Your eyes filled up again with tears.

"What." Taehyung's frown only deepened and he searched for your eyes just to make sure that you weren't making fun of him. But you weren't, he realized. You were genuinely concerned and devastated for your love life. Taehyung wanted to laugh at you for your useless worry. "Dummy."

Your eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced with hurt and anger. You pushed him with all your strength - Taehyung stumbled.

"You're horrible!" You yelled and walked by him, bumping into him with your shoulder.

But Taehyung didn't let you leave so easily. He grabbed you by your shoulders but you shrugged him off angrily. You glared, furious, at him; it startled him for a second, you were furious and he hadn't realized just how enraged you were. But Taehyung was stubborn and wouldn't give up so easily. He grabbed your arm, this time, and spun you around; he cupped your face in his hands and looked at you fondly, his boxy smile almost calming you down.

"You silly girl. Why do you think you will end up alone?" He squished your cheeks and chuckled. "How can a girl this pretty end up alone?"

All anger had completely vanished from your body, leaving you so taken aback, eyes wide opened as you looked at him. You gave up trying to push him away, your hand frozen on his forearm.

"Stop joking." You stuttered and sniffed

Taehyung squeezed your cheeks in response, chuckling at your bewildered look. "Why would I lie? Look at you, all cute."

"Tae-"

"I would marry you."

You stopped breathing, dumbfound at his suggestion. He took one final step closer to you, there was no space left; he pressed his forehead against yours, bumping his nose with yours.

"Let's make a promise?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. It would be an honor."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

******

“So. How’s things with Taehyung?”

Your mom had asked you one night while you were having a movie night with her. You immediately stopped shoving popcorns in your mouth at her words. You didn’t look at her, you didn’t want to see the expecting look she was giving you. Of course you knew what she was referring to.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocent and resumed eating popcorns

“Oh. Play dumb all you want. But I’m not blind.” She poked your side playfully which cause you to squirm and try to escape her attacks. “I wouldn’t mind having Taehyung as son-in-law. I mean, we already consider him as our son.”  

“Mom.” You whined  like a child. You sure as hell felt like one. It was just like when you were a teenager and your mom would tease you about your crushes.

“What?” She laughed heartily. “You suit each other.”

“Mom. Can you not?”

She poked your sides again, laughing at your embarrassment. “He loves you, you know that.”

“He doesn’t. Not like that at least.”

Your mom judged you silently, clearly disapproving you.

“It’s just not the right timing.”  You ended up saying

“And when would it be?”

“I don’t know. Just not now.”

Jungkook was in the end the one to save you from this awkward conversation by sending you a message. You jumped from the couch to grab your phone from the table.

JK

[10:05pm]

Tae is dead drunk.

You

[10:05pm]

It’s barely 10???

JK

[10:06pm]

You tell me.

JK

[10:06pm]

He’s been moping around.

JK

[10:06pm]

Did you fight?

You

[10:07pm]

No?

Jk

[10:07pm]

Odd.

Jk

[10:07pm]

You should come and bring him home.

You

[10:08pm]

Why me? You can do it!

JK

[10:10pm]

Excuse me miss but he’s your man AND there’s a really cute girl at the party.

You

[10:12pm]

God. I hate you all.

JK

[10:13pm]

😘

You sighed in defeat. It was, indeed, your duty as Taehyung’s best friend to catch him when he fell –and in this case when he was drunk. Your eyes darted back and forth between your phone and your mom who winked playfully at you. You wanted to ask how she could know what was going on when you didn’t say a word but you stopped yourself –it was better not to know.

“Sorry mom but I need to go.”

“Go get him.”

“It’s not what you think. Tae got drunk so I’m just going to bring him home.”

Your mom glanced at her watch, baffled.

“Yeah I know.”

*****

“Y/N!” Jungkook sang your name when he spotted you at the party. He halted just before you, looking at you up and down and bit his lips, holding back a laughter. “You look lovely.”

You scoffed at his words and pushed him out of your way. You didn’t look the best, not like you cared; you wore your grey sweatpants with a pale pink hoodie, your hair was a mess too. But you weren’t at this party to have fun, you were doing your job and nothing more.

You heard Jungkook’s laugh behind you and the next thing you knew he had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, his face close to your ear. “He’s on the couch, talking to his beer.” He pointed at a lonely Taehyung on the couch. Taehyung was, just like Jungkook had said, talking to his beer, staring at it so intensely, almost as if he was expecting a response. ”Told you, he’s wasted.”

Well shit. It must be really bad. You hadn’t seen Taehyung drunk many times, mainly because Taehyung hated drinking to the point of losing his meanings (and charms) and he hated even more the headache that would wait patiently for him in the morning.

“Go get him.”

You glanced at him. Jungkook was smiling at you, a genuine bunny smile that melted your heart right away. Jungkook was annoying but annoyingly adorable too.

“Geez.”

Taehyung spotted you immediately as you approached him. His face lit in pure happiness, he tried to get up from the couch only to stumble –you caught him before he could crash right on the floor and humiliate himself a little further. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your mouth as you helped him to stand up, your arms tightly wrapped around him.

“Well hello to you too.”

“Y/N! Y/N! You came!” Taehyung cracked up, his eyes crinkling and he gripped your arm to support himself. "You look so cute."

"And you're completely drunk."

"Me? Drunk? Ptss! No way!" And he giggled madly as if he had said something absolutely hilarious.

No doubt, Taehyung was completely wasted.

"Let's get you home, Tae."

"But I don't want to?" He pouted, his face turning suddenly so sad that you felt like the bad guy who just had ruined his life.

"Come on, Tae." You asked more gently in hope to sooth drunk mind.

"Noo!" He protested, his grip on your arm tightened exponentially, his fingers dug into your arm making you wince in pain. But Taehyung was far too gone to notice.

"Taehyung." You tried to free your arm that would without a doubt bruise later because of his grip. "You're drunk and I'm tired. Either you go home with me or I swear to God I'm not going to talk to you ever again." It was low to threaten him this way but you didn't know what else would convince him to follow you.

Taehyung's face darkened for a second before flicking back to his drunk state. "You're mean." Instead of fighting back and clinging to you, he turned his back and started walking towards the exit.

Oh boy. You sighed. You didn't think that dealing with a drunk Taehyung would be so hard and draining. He was beyond annoying and you wouldn't miss a chance to remind him about it.  

You stared at his back and at his attempt to walk straight which of course resulted into him stumbling a few time. You sprinted towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. Taehyung, in return, glared angrily at you, nevertheless he accepted your help with a scowl as big as La Manche.

"Geez."

***

If you thought that convincing Taehyung to go home would be the hardest part of your night, then oh boy how wrong you were. Taehyung made the trip to his house almost impossible for your sober brain - he sang, he kept poking your side, your thighs while you were trying to drive him safely. He kept blabbering some nonsense and at some point you were convinced that Taehyung was simply possessed by the devil himself. Except he wasn't but it didn't mean he didn't annoy the crap out of you.

"Kim Taehyung!" You finally snapped at a red light. "I swear to god, if you don't stop-"

"You're swearing a lot today." You were fuming and were so tempted to smash his pretty little head but he cut you right in the middle of your angry speech. He giggled, covering his mouth with his hand before looking at you. "Aw come on, Y/N. Don't be mad. Pretty please."

You taught that Park Jimin had the best puppy face in the world -you could never resist those eyes, but here came the drunk Taehyung and his puppy face. You were royally screwed.

"Stop."

"What?"

"This!" You pointed at his face. "The puppy face!"

"Oh. That." In a matter of seconds his face turned from innocent to devilish. He smirked and leaned closer, the red light perfectly reflecting on his face, giving him an even more dangerous, lethal look which caused you to pull back against your door as if you could escape. It was such a whiplash to see how easily, despite being drunk, Taehyung could change his behavior. But you refused to lose.

"Yes that." And just like that you smashed your hand on his face, not strong enough to hurt but enough to push him away. He fell back on his seat, blinking madly at you.

"Now. Be a good boy and shut up."

Fortunately for you, the light turned green and Taehyung calmed down.

For now.

******

"Tae." You called for him as you had reached the destination. You parked just before his house.

He ignored you. Completely.

"Tae." You repeated, your hands gripped the wheel hard, you were running out of patience. But he didn't budge. "Taehyung." You closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath you decided to try one last time. "Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung ignored you once again.

You punched his arm with too much strength making him wince and jump in his seat. It was odd how suddenly Taehyung didn't seem so drunk anymore. For a moment, you wondered if he was drunk to begin with.

"Woman!" He cried out while rubbing the spot you had hit. "It hurts!"

"Get out."

"No."

"What do you mean no? Get out!"

"I don't want to! You're going to leave me. Alone." Taehyung, after ignoring you for so long, finally looked at you, his gaze firm showing just how serious he was.

"Kim Taehyung, what do you think you're doing?" You asked feeling unease

"Can I stay with you?"

Oh boy. You stared at him, confused and touched at the same time. Taehyung was such a troublemaker and yet you couldn't say no to him. You huffed in defeat. "Since when do you need a permission?" And just like that, you moved your car to your garage.

Taehyung followed you inside the house in silence, like a puppy. Your mom was still watching a movie by the time you came inside. The moment she spotted you at the entrance, she eyed you both from head to toe, judging silently Taehyung. You chuckled at the hard stare she gave him. Taehyung, however, hid behind your body, trying to save himself from your mom's eyes.

"I didn't drink that much." Taehyung tried to defend himself from behind you, squeezing your arm in hope to find some comfort from your side. None came obviously.

"But my daughter still needed to bring you home?"

"I-" But under your mom's piercing eyes, he gave up. "Fine. But I sobered up!"

"You stumbled twice." You added

"Shhhhh." He put his finger on your lips to shut you up. Again. You rolled your eyes at him and without hesitation you bit on it. "Y/N!"

Your mom chuckled at your interaction and shook her head. "Go to sleep. And don't forget to drink some water to prevent a headache."

****

"Y/N." You heard Taehyung calling your name. "Y/N." He poked your stomach. "Come on. I know you're not really sleeping."

"Yeah but I'd love to." You groaned but despite your annoyance you opened your eyes and looked back at him. Taehyung was laying beside you, his hand held yours tightly, his eyes too intense for your liking. "What."

"Thank you for being my best friend." He suddenly said

"What."

"And for dealing with my crap." He added. "And for never giving up on me." He closed his eyes as a small yet warm smile spread on his face. He brought your hand closer to his lips -you watched his every move, too astonished to speak or to act. "I love you."

Your heart missed a beat. Your brain stopped functioning for a short second, refusing to comprehend, to process his words. Was your mind playing you some dirty tricks? Have you finally lost your mind?

"I love you so much."

Before you could find a proper answer. Before you could even speak your heart out, Taehyung fell asleep.

****

You

[1:30pm]

Hey assholes. I need your help!

Chimmy 🧡

[1:31pm]

Wow. Lovely.

Byul bae

[1:31pm]

Rude.

JK

[1:32pm]

Maybe if you beg I'll help.

You

[1:32pm]

First of all, fuck you JK.

JK

[1:33pm]

Anytime.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:33pm]

My eyes.

Byul bae

[1:33pm]

Please.

You

[1:35pm]

For fuck's sake

Byul bae

[1:35pm]

So, what's up?

You

[1:36pm]

Because you're noisy I believe you'd be the best at helping me.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:37pm]

I'm going to pretend that I didn't see this part of the message.

Byul bae

[1:38pm]

Same

You

[1:39pm]

Tae confessed.

Byul bae

[1:39pm]

Oh.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:40pm]

Finally.

JK

[1:40pm]

About time!

You

[1:42pm]

Okay but listen, he was half drunk. I'm not exactly sure if he meant his words.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:42pm]

Y/N. Don't be stupid. He's been pretty much in love with you for the past two years.

You stared at your phone, rereading over and over again Jimin's last message. You expected him to scold you for doubting but you certainly not expected him to spill the beans. It comforted you but troubled you too. You had those stupid, unwelcome feelings for Taehyung for so long and now that finally it wasn't a one side love, you refused to accept it.

You

[1:50pm]

What should I do?

Chimmy 🧡

[1:51pm]

Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel.

Seemed easy right? Except Taehyung decided to pretend like nothing had happened. Pretended as if he didn't reveal one of his biggest secret.

*****

One week later and you still didn't muster up the courage to talk to Taehyung. You even played his game without much effort. He acted like nothing had happened and so did you. Except your min and heart were going crazy. Jimin's words never left your mind and you felt guilty for being such a coward. When did it become so hard for you to say 'I love you'?

The help came in the form of a text from Jimin.

Chimmy 🧡

[8:06pm]

A party at my house on the beach? To celebrate the holidays?

You

[8:06pm]

You rich kids disgust me.

Chimmy 🧡

[8:06pm]

Oh babe. I take it as a yes.

You

[8:08pm]

Who am I to refuse such an invitation?

And just like that all of you ended up at his place.

The house itself wasn't extremely huge, compare to what you initially thought, but big enough to host all of you. It was decided that Byul and you would share a room. Initially.

"Oh, I don't think so." Jimin stretched his hand to stop you in your track. You and Byul exchanged a puzzled look, to what Jimin grinned too widely for your liking. "You're not sharing your room with Byul."

"What?"

"You." Jimin pointed at you. "Will have to share your room with Tae." And then he pointed at Byul. "And you with Hobi."

You were both so taken aback that no words left your mouth. Jimin, on the other hand, looked smug and proud. He took your bags from your hands. "Ladies."

"Jimin!" You finally found your voice to protest but Jimin only shrugged and showed you the way

"It's gonna be fun." Byul chuckled

You were not amused.

*****

"Is it really necessary, Jimin?" You dared to ask once there was only the two of you left.

Jimin put your bag on your bed and slowly turned to look at you. For a moment, his face remained emotionless, his gaze so intense it forced you to avert your eyes and bit your lips in almost regret. All of this was absolutely ridiculous. It shouldn't bother you to stay in the same room as Taehyung, it shouldn't bother you to share the same bed either, you had done it for years. But you couldn't help but worry.

"I honestly don't understand why you can't just tell him how you feel. He already told you-"

"He was half drunk, Jimin."

"Does it change something that he was drunk?" Jimin asked you. "Because you and I both know that drunk Tae means honest Tae."

You wanted to argue, to deny but Jimin was absolutely right and you were making a fool of yourself.

"See." Jimin chuckled as you sighed in defeat. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You're scared. Not because he was drunk but because your relationship is bound to change."

It was scary how well Jimin understood you and your relationship. Because yes, the roots of your worries were the fear of the changes. What if it didn't work? What if you end up losing him?

"Stop whatever you're thinking about." Jimin saw right through you. "Stop overthinking. Honestly, I don't think that you would change much just because you start dating. You've been acting like a couple for a while now which is annoying and painfully to look at."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Jimin had a soothing effect on your mind. He made things seem so easy - and it was. You squeezed his hand back and smiled at him.

"I should call you Doctor Park."

Jimin burst into giggles.

*****

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" You barely had time to register that Taehyung was the one calling for you, when suddenly two arms circled your body and crushed you right against a very familiar chest. "Did you miss me? Miss me?"

"Tae." You groaned and wiggled in his arms, in vain. "I saw you last night!"

"And so? I missed you!" And just like that he pecked your cheek and ran away, giggling like a kid.

Oh boy. Someone help me.

****

"Hey Jinnie, do you need any more help?"

Jin put the last piece of marinated beef in the bowl before glancing at you. You spent the past two hours in the kitchen with Jin and Byul, cooking, preparing everything for the party. It was nothing like their wild parties in town, instead, there were only the ten of you. Jimin was in charge of showing around to others, even if most of them already knew the place.

"Thank you, but I think we're done. You should prepare for tonight. I think we're going to start in like one hour."

You nodded your head and went straight for your shared room.

Fortunately for you, Taehyung was nowhere to be seen, you bet he was messing around with Jungkook or maybe Jimin, which meant you could get ready without being interrupted every two minutes.

But when you got inside the room, the first thing you noticed was the nice scent of peonies. You halted right at the door, surprised, before looking around only to find an incense stick burning right next to the bed. Then, you noticed something that took your breath away.

Right in the middle of your bed laid a huge bouquet of white peonies.  

You made sure to close the door behind you as you stepped inside your room, a stupid grin on your face. You had already a little idea from who the bouquet was and this only thought made your heart swell with so much love and pure happiness. You jumped on the bed, only to sit with your legs crossed as you took the bouquet in your hands. Just like you expected a small note was attached to one of the flower.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

You let yourself fall back on the bed, the small note pressed against your heart. Taehyung didn't sign the card, but his handwriting was unique, to you at least, and you could recognize it among thousands. But you had to admit that Taehyung took you by surprise once again. You thought you have seen all sides of him but today he was showing a side you didn't really expect him to have. Who would guess that the boy who used to fool around was a damn romantic who would quote you Shakespeare?

With a smile on your face, you got up from the bed. It was time to get ready.

You picked a special dress for the BBQ party; a long white dress tied around your neck, with a slit on each side. You untied your hair and let them fall on your shoulders in waves. You ruffled them to give some more volume. It was a simple, summer look and yet something was off. You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your dress, you couldn't pinpoint right away what was missing. At least, until the moment your eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers on your bed. You let a proud 'aha!'; you grabbed one flower and put it in your hair. Now, the look was complete, perfect.

****

By the time you came out of your room, everybody had gathered on the terrace that led straight to the beach. The first persons you spotted were Jimin and Jin who were preparing the grill. Then, you saw Byul and Hoseok already drinking a beer for Hoseok and a mojito for Byul. A mojito seemed to be a very appropriated drink for tonight.

"A mojito for a lady?" You asked Hoseok who was the closest to the improvised bar. "I know you're good at making them."

"A strong one if I remember well?" Hoseok laughed

"I don't see a lady though." Byul teased you and you nudged her playfully with your hips. "Where did you get a peony? It suits you and your dress."

"It's a secret."  You winked at her

Byul brought her glass to her lips, her eyes though never left yours. You didn't need to tell her the secrete, your friend was very perceptive and half of the time she could read you like an open book.

"You look great, Y/N." You heard Hoseok saying, you turned your head to look at him and he handed you your glass of mojito. "And I think I'm not the only one thinking that." He pointed at something behind you and Byul.

You followed his direction only to find Taehyung and Jungkook laughing together and yet despite Taehyung being immersed in whatever Jungkook was telling him, his eyes were glued to you. The moment you caught him staring, a wide grin spread on his lips and he raised his beer in your direction, greeting you. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing but you greeted him just the same way.

"Oh yeah. Now I know where you got your peonies." Byul commented with a knowing look on her face. To what you only rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink.

"Hobi, you're the king of mojito from now on."

***

"Excuse me miss, I've never seen you around here. Can I offer you a drink?" Taehyung handed you another glass of mojito to replace your empty one.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have a chance?" You tried to sound as outraged as possible but Taehyung only wiggled his brows suggestively and joined you on the steps that led to the beach.

You had long taken off your shoes, the feeling of sand was divine. You felt free, free from studies, free from troubles. The sun was slowly going down but still caressed your skin. You could spend hours sitting just there, watching the sea that with the sun light looked slightly red and so welcoming.

"I don't think I need to get you drunk for that." Taehyung said. "Nice flower. I wonder where you found it."

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to be smug. You didn't comment, you didn't need to, Taehyung already knew what you were thinking and he laughed at that before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him so you could watch the sunset together.

It felt perfect. You were at the right place, at the right time; Taehyung's warm arms around you, the sea spreading right before your eyes, the loud laughs of your friends. What else could you wish for?

"By the way, I have something to say." You realized that it was probably the perfect timing to tell him how you felt. You were finally alone and close to each other and you felt at peace and ready.

"I know." But of course Taehyung had to ruin the moment

You shoved him away from you and groaned in frustration which only made him laugh louder.

"Way to ruin the mood Kim."

Instead of fighting you back, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you back in his arms. He ruffled your hair, knowing all too well that it would annoy you before finally he slid a finger right under your chin and made you look at him. He was smiling at you, so so brightly, he put the sun at shame. His eyes were filled with so many emotions, pure fondness, happiness, love - your own heart felt them all and responded back.

"I know." He repeated with his voice getting a little lower than usual.

Taehyung was frustrating, annoying, loud. Ever since you had met him for the first time. He became your friend, best friend, a soulmate, a person your heart was yearning. Now that he was holding you in his arms, you realized just how badly you wanted him in your life. There was no more doubts in your mind and in your heart, so you let out the three words that you were dying to say.

"I love you."

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Fix You 12

Supernatural (AU Story)

Link to Chapter 11 

Words: 4,725

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

________

Lucifer looked over his shoulder making sure that you were out of the room before turning to Gabriel.

“You need to skip to my lou my darlin and get on my side.”

“I would rather slam my hand in a drawer. Either start talking Lucifer or get lost. I have to worry about keeping my family safe.”

Lucifer looked honestly hurt.

“What am I Gabe? I'm your family too! I'm not here to raise some hell with you or make you angrier than you already appear to be. When did you get so emo? I am here because I care for you and for my kid! I want Michael to die a slow painful death as much as the next guy. Your kid in there, your kid, is in some real bad danger that you can't handle on your own.”

Gabriel stood with his arms crossed glaring at Lucifer for a few moments.

“You didn't answer my question. What did Michael specifically say about Joy and Yn?”

Lucifer leaned back in his seat at the kitchen island and held his hands up.

“What do you want me to say, Gabriel? He said he wanted to kill them and make you watch the light leave their eyes? Is that good enough for you because it freaked me the hell out! Look, Gabe, I know that we aren't pals....”

“Understatement.”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer sighed before giving his brother an annoyed glare.

“Uh yeah! If you will keep your snark to the minimum that would be great! I want to help you! What happened to us, Gabriel? You and I were pals. We were closer than Michael and Raphael ever were. It was you and me against the world! What about all of the times that you did some of your tricks and they went bad? I took the fall for you because it killed me to see you upset. Oh Christ, look at me going over all of these feels while you just stand there!”

“Daddy?”

Both Gabriel and Lucifer froze. Gabriel looked down to see JoyAnna by his foot again. Muttering a few curse words at Lucifer in Enochian, Gabriel bent down picking Joy up.

“I told you to stay in there.”

JoyAnna gave Gabriel a disapproving expression.

“Its not nice to call someone all of those names you just called him. Daddy am I going to die?”

Gabriel's mouth dropped as he looked at his little girl's sweet face. He glanced to Lucifer who muttered “oh my dad” before standing up and turning his back. Looking back to JoyAnna, Gabriel shook his head.

“Absolutely not!”

Lucifer meanwhile, walked over and held his hands out. Joy didn't fight when Lucifer took her from Gabriel's arms. Gabriel half expected Joy to try to bite Lucifer. He walked across the kitchen

“Sweetheart, let me tell you about this big dummy named Michael. A long long time ago, before you were even thought of, it was Michael, your Jimmy Buffet loving Uncle Raphael, your daddy, and me in heaven. Michael was the biggest bossiest meanie head. Your daddy and I used to play ricks on him. One time your daddy even dyed his wings pink. Let's just say it wasn't his color, sweetheart. Anyway, the point of this story, we are ten times more powerful than Michael. He may have some goons and morons at his disposal but its nothing we can't handle. Your daddy and those other people around here won't let anything happen to you. I won't either. Deal?”

JoyAnna glanced at Gabriel. The expression on his face still made her nervous. She knew that her dad was super wary about everything that Lucifer was saying. Turning her head back to her uncle, JoyAnna smiled.

“Deal.”

About that time the door opened and Jack walked in. He froze the moment that he spotted Lucifer holding his cousin. Right away Jack was ready to freak out. He immediately turned to Gabriel.

“What are you thinking?”

He half yelled. Lucifer meanwhile, smiled seeing Jack. He smiled genuinely.

“Jack. It's so good to see you.”

Gabriel meanwhile, looked at his nephew with exhausted eyes before walking over and pulling him out of the room by his shirt. Lucifer gave Joy a smile.

“Everyone is so friendly here.”

JoyAnna giggled.

“You must really be on something Uncle Luci.”

Meanwhile, Jack angrily pulled away from Gabriel as his uncle closed the door behind him.

“You let him in here and near Joy! Near me!”

Gabriel held a hand up.

“Cool it junior! Look, he was the one that told us about Michael. I'm keeping my eyes on him and Cas is too. If he puts a toe out of line I will gladly kill him. He knows where we stand. You need to trust me on this one. I've been around a lot longer and know what can happen, feel me? I need you to chill. I'm not asking you to go and be his pal. In fact, go be an ass for all I care but don't you dare think that I would intentionally put Joy or you in any danger.”

Jack looked down before nodding.

“I'm sorry.”

Gabriel nodded, motioning to the door with his head.

“Its fine, go on.”

Jack looked at his uncle a moment longer. He realized that there was more to what was going on then what Gabriel was telling him.

“Gabriel?”

“Just go.”

He replied. Gabriel's voice was calm but there was an edge to it that Jack wasn't used to. The boy turned and left his uncle alone in the laundry room.

Jack didn't look at Lucifer as he walked back through the kitchen. He could only hope that Gabriel knew what he was talking about!

Later that night, after you put Joy to bed, you sat quietly beside Gabriel listening to everything that Lucifer had told him earlier. You put a hand on her your head trying to take everything in. Lucifer looked at you sympathetically.

“I know its a lot to take in.”

You scoffed.

“A little...Michael is a fool to think that he can get much out of a little girl.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“A powerful little girl. Forgive me for saying so darlin but Michael could mold her to do whatever he wanted. If he got you and Gabriel out of the way well....his field day.”

Meanwhile upstairs...

JoyAnna lay sleeping when a soft fluttering noise caught her attention. She turned over to see a young man standing beside her bed. With a frown, she reached over to turn the light but he snapped his hands stopping her.

“You must be JoyAnna. My my you really are a cutie!”

Joy rubbed her eyes.

“Who are you? Don't you think it's a little rude to be materializing in people's bedroom?”

The man chuckled.

“You are sarcastic, just like your father.”

Joy didn't like the way the man mentioned anything related to Gabriel. There was something sneeringly cold in his voice.

“Yeah, well you get what you get. Who are you anyway?”

The man smiled.

“I'm your uncle Michael. I've come to see you.”

Joy's mouth dropped and she looked around nervously.

“Uh why aren't your wings pink?”

Michael's pleasant expression went negative.

“Lovely, you heard that story.”

Joy nodded as she snapped her fingers sending the archangel flying across the room and into the wall. It took maybe two seconds for the door to slam open. Gabriel and Jack stood in the doorway. Both of their expressions went from panicked to straight pissed off. Jack quickly ran to Joy yanking her into his arms as Gabriel stepped between them looking down at Michael.

“Jeez Mikey. Did a little girl knock you on your ass? Doesn't say much for your so-called skills.”

Michael growled angrily before jumping up and landing a punch in Gabriel's face. Gabriel shook off the impact after a few moments. He was able to land more punches on Michael. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Jack with a petrified Joy in his arms.

“Jack get her out of here!”

He yelled as Joy began screaming for him over and over again. The moment that Michael slammed a knife into his shoulder, Joy really began to cry. Gabriel looked down at the kitchen knife with a bemused expression.

“A steak knife? Really Michael? Do you think that would really hurt me? Must have lost your touch, big brother. Might want to take that to the Texas Roadhouse that you stole it from.” 

Michael blinked before growling angrily.

“I'll be back.”

Michael snapped his fingers instantly disappearing.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Gabriel and Jack turned to Lucifer and yourself. Both stopped seeing the blood oozing out of the wound in Gabriel's shoulder.

“Gabe?”

You managed to get out as Jack quickly walked from the room trying to calm his little cousin down. Gabriel glanced over at your panicked expression. Lucifer looked at tad nervous himself.

“It was Michael. That fucker stabbed me with a steak knife! Can you believe that shit?”

After another moment or two the wounds had healed themselves leaving Gabriel back to the way he looked before. You walked over cupping his face in your hands.

“Gabriel, what were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

Gabriel smacked your hands away.

“It was me or the kid. You want me to grow up and be the dad that I am supposed to be one minute. Now you want me to be more careful! You are gonna have to pick one, peach, because I can't do everything!”

You looked down at the ground. Sure, Gabriel was hyped up on adrenaline and probably didn't mean what he said. You stood a moment longer before walking from the room. It was probably best that the two of you be apart for a moment.

Lucifer looked after you before looking back to Gabriel who was trembling.

“Uh, was that the best thing that you could come up with? I think she was worried about you?”

Gabriel growled.

“She always worried about me! I walk by a black cat, she worries. I walk under a ladder, I can't leave the house for a damn moment. She treats me like a baby.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Bro you are kinda acting like one. Can't believe that I am being the sane one here but she's your girl. It's in her job description.”

Gabriel looked up at his brother's face.

“I guess I can be hard on her. This crap situation is just making me nutty.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“From what little me old me gathered you two have the bad habit of running from each other when the tough gets going. Maybe it's time that you two go your merry ways and you can co parent little short stuff in peace. The kid is gonna figure out what's going on soon enough if she doesn't already. Y/n is a nice girl but I don't think that we, as archangels, are meant to be with anyone...cute nephilim included. Well later, I'm going to watch me some reality TV...wanna watch some people whose lives are bigger train wrecks than mine.”

You sat on the couch trying to ignore that sinking feeling about your relationship with Gabriel.. Yet again he had proven you right. You had thought after the little heart to heart things would be okay. Gabriel himself had even seemed so hopeful. He had even reminded her of the Gabriel that you had fallen in love with.

“Hi there”

You looked up seeing Lucifer walk into the room. Great! This was the last person that you wanted to deal with! You only nodded as Lucifer sat down.  

“So... just curious but is why happened up there normal?”

You shrugged.

“It’s the new normal.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a good listener. I know that’s probably contradicting everything you have heard about me.”

You smirked before leaning back into the couch.

“Let me get this straight, you want to hear about mine and Gabriel’s problems?”

Lucifer nodded happily.

“I did tell Gabriel that was I was going to watch reality TV. He doesn’t have to know that I am actually listening to his business.”

You tried not to laugh. You were seriously having a therapy session with Satan. This has to be a new one!

“Well okay. If you don’t have anything better to do. Things were good. Where is the keyword. I guess everything changed when I got pregnant. After that, it’s gone downhill. Think about an airplane just going alone then all of a sudden BAM nose dive! Ever since then it’s just not good. Gabriel and I have a problem with running when things get bad. He ran when I got pregnant then I ran when Amara broke our bond because I just knew our love wasn’t the same. There you go Luci. That is the PG version of the disaster known as mine and Gabe’s relationship.”

Lucifer blinked a few times.

“Gabe left when he knocked you up?”

You nodded as she took on Lucifer’s annoyed expression.

“Something like that. His time away included strippers, porn stars, and a heaping amount of liquor that makes my liver hurt thinking about it. I just don’t think he was ready for that at the point. He’s changed though. I think he saw the error in his decision making. He does really well with Joy and I am proud of him as a father.”

Lucifer started to speak several times. Each time he would stop himself with a sassy finger shake.

“I have been dying to know my son and Gabriel just walked away from his child and pregnant wife? Oh my dad! You wouldn’t tell from the way he is with her now. He watches every move that child makes. Amara is loose too?”

The freaked out expression on Lucifer’s face was enough to make you worry.

“Yes but she’s good! She’s been taking care of JoyAnna and I for quite some time.”

Lucifer was quite a moment longer.

“So that means my dad knows about everything?”

You winced.

“Yes, he’s slightly afraid of Joy. He sends her a nice card and gift on her birthday and at other random times of the year but he mostly stays away. I think that he is afraid that Joy will bite him.”

Lucifer laughed hard!

“After seeing Joy throw Michael across the room like a doll apparently, I would be concerned too. He probably has his panties in a pinch because he didn’t actively create Joy. He gets jealous when he isn’t the center of all good ideas! I think I know how to fix your and Gabe's problems.”

You raised an eyebrow before sitting up a little straighter.

“Yeah, do share because I am at a fucking loss.”

Lucifer grinned and started bouncing in his seat like an excited child.

“Okay, so you go and buy you some lingerie, tie his ass to a chair, give him a lap dance. It's hard to be mad when you have a hot half-naked woman rolling all over you. You know what? Let’s get out of here for a bit. I can tell you haven’t smiled in a while. Let's go find something to tease that brother of mine with. I have a good eye for all things lustful.'

You blinked a few times. The idea of going out with Lucifer for a bit was concerning and the idea of going lingerie shopping with him screamed bad idea! However, if he could fix yours and Gabriel's problems it was worth a shot! Anything was worth a shot at this point!

“What about Gabe?”

Lucifer shrugged.

“That stick in the mud will be fine. He’s acting a little out of character if you ask me.”

You glanced up the stairs waiting for Gabriel to appear at the mention of his name. When he didn’t, you looked back to Lucifer.

“Well you aren’t quite what I was expecting either.”

Lucifer stood. He could see why Gabriel was so over the moon for you. You were definitely a beautiful girl!

“We wear many hats.”

He reached out grabbing your arm and took them out of the room instantly.

Meanwhile, Gabriel had sat down on Joy’s bed and was looking miserably at his feet. The last thing that he wanted to do was really think that the two of you were ruined as a couple. It couldn’t happen! He loved you too much! The thought alone of you being with another man-made Gabriel want to go into a jealous rage.

The electricity in the room began to surge as Gabriel's anger began to increase.

“Gabriel stop. Cas and I are trying to watch a show.'

Dean called from across the hall. Gabriel's head snapped up as he stood and walked down the hall. He had to do something and quick! Walking into the living room, Gabriel frowned as noticed the sheet of paper lying on the couch.

“Borrowed your wife. Don't worry no freaky shit is happening! ~Lucifer.”

Gabriel was so close to losing his shit that he had almost lost all grip on reality until he heard Cas behind him.

“Gabriel, I have a theory on how to deal with....why are you angry?”

Gabriel turned around to face Dean and Cas who were watching him with a worried expression. He sighed, swallowing the rage that was going through him.

“Lucifer took off with Y/n.”

Dean's mouth dropped.

“Like what kind of taking off are we talking about?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Not like that you idiot! It could be like that for all I know. I swear if that ass hat touches her I am going all out military on him.”

Dean looked over his shoulder making sure that there was no sign of JoyAnna around.

“Dude I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation with you. Whatever is going on between you and Y/n, it needs to get fixed. I get that you are going through some stuff but you two are going to have to work it out. What's going on man?”

Gabriel groaned before sitting down on the couch. He was quiet for a moment and Dean started to say his name but was stopped.

“I heard you!! All of this crap, everything that is going on...I guess it has me not being the friendliest me that I normally am. I snapped at her a bit ago when that crap with Micheal happened. She didn't deserve that. Y/n doesn't deserve any of it. And I wonder why she avoids me and is crying all the time.”

Dean and Cas looked between each other. Both had to agree with Gabriel there. If he would have cooled his heels and didn't say stupid stuff in your presence then you probably wouldn't have left and they would be safe in the bunker.

“Do you want us to make a response?”

Dean asked casually. Gabriel's eyes flickered up to him.

“No, because I know what you are going to say. I've been a shit excuse for a husband.”

Dean pressed his lips together to keep himself from talking. Gabriel meanwhile, rolled his eyes.

“Go ahead Dean before you explode.”

Dean started all at once…

“Yeah, you kind of are. You're a decent dad though. I'll give you that. You just need to work on that temper that you have suddenly developed before you ruin Joy's impression on what a healthy relationship should be like. I know that I am not one to talk but you're her dad and Y/n is her mom. She watches you two more than you know. Do you really want your daughter thinking about what you have with Y/n is healthy?”

Gabriel shook his head looking down like a child that had been reprimanded by a parent.

“No, it's worse than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

Cas questioned.

“She asked me yesterday if I even loved Y/n at all. Evidently, she heard us having some words and you get the idea. Y/n and I almost....ALMOST had our issues worked out? Like we actually sat down and talked then this. I lost my temper again.”

Dean and Cas exchanged worried winces.

“For what it's worth I like you better as a trickster.”

Dean said with an innocent smile. Gabriel actually smiled at that.

“Yeah, so do I. I guess you can see why I left heaven now. Being an archangel isn't fun.”

All three men instantly stopped talking upon hearing the sound of JoyAnna's feet coming down the stairs.

“Time to end this conversation.”

Cas quickly stated as Joy walked in. She walked to Gabriel and climbed on his lap.

“Daddy, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

Gabriel felt a sense of relief wash over him when Joy said those words. The poor kid thought everything was a dream! That could definitely work in his favor!

“Yeah?”

JoyAnna nodded as she reached out and pushed Gabriel's shirt away from his neck. Gabriel gave Cas, who looked like he could panic, a wink.

“What are you doing, kiddo?”

JoyAnna leaned back giving Gabriel a careful look.

“Oh nothin...just looking for something.”

When she didn't see any wounds on her father's shoulder, Joy slid off of his lap.

“I'm going to go play. It was just a dream. All good.”

Once she was out of the room Dean turned back to Gabriel. The archangel looked satisfied that his little lie had appeased the child.

“Very smooth. That wouldn't have worked if she was older.”

Gabriel shrugged. He stood up and started looking around for his jacket.

“Yeah, well right now I am the best thing since Swiss cheese to her and I can convince her all of that was a nasty dream. She doesn’t know all of the weird injuries that I have had in my life. Can you two keep an eye on her? I just had a truly genius idea.”

Cas shrugged.

“Sure, it isn't like I plan on going anywhere. What are you going to do?”

Gabriel turned with a smile.

“Going to see dear old dad and work my magic.”

Before Dean and Cas could ask further questions the archangel had vanished. Dean turned to Cas with an eye roll.

“Dude, seriously The Bold and the Beautiful has nothing on this place.”

Seconds later, Gabriel stood in the middle of a sparsely decorated office. Chuck sat a few feet away typing away on a computer when he looked up. He was clearly surprised to see his youngest son and the condition that he was in.

“Gabriel, what are you doing here? You look awful!”

Gabriel smirked.

“Jeez thanks dad! I know I don't look up to my normal regal standards but that's what happens when your soulmate bond is literally ripped from you. You get this hollow feeling inside of you and feel like you like one of those 18 wheelers keep running you over.”

Chuck winced. The icy cold expression on Gabriel's face instantly made Chuck regret in letting Amara have her way to fix problems.

“Is there anything that I can do? It's kinda sad seeing you like this. You were always the happiest of my archangels. Now you remind me of your brothers.”

Gabriel laughed coldly.

“Oh you have no idea but yes you can fix mine and Y/n’s bond. You can also lock Amara's ass back up in the wherever. I've lost so much and I'm about to lose Y/n for real. If you love me at all you'll do it. You think that I am miserable now...just wait until I lose the woman I love.” 

Chuck stood giving him that parental look of contempt that being black mailed.

“Gabriel, are you really trying that with me? You haven't tried that since you were young.”

Gabriel smirked.

“I figured screaming and kicking wouldn't do me much good. Although with JoyAnna has shown me some wonderful things that I should have done.”

Chuck smiled.

“Ah those are the bonus I love dad days. Best days in the world....having to go behind you all cleaning up whatever it was you did.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Nah, it was Lucifer and I cleaning up each other’s mess then listening to Raphael and Michael bitch us out. I don't know where you were unless you wanted me to deliver messages of divine content.”

Chuck looked a little taken back at that. He could clearly see that Gabriel was still hostile with him and there wasn't much that he could do to change that!

“I'll fix your bond. I can see how you much you truly love the nephilim.”

Gabriel's golden eyes narrowed.

“Her name is Y/n! If you are going to talk about her at least call her by name. Do you think she likes being referred to as a half breed?”

Chuck was silent a moment.

“Son, like it or not, half breed is what she is. It seems to me that it is you that is uncomfortable with what your wife is. Y/n seems perfectly fine with it.”

Gabriel meanwhile, was trying to stop himself from exploding.

“You don't know anything about her because you won't give her a chance. You won't get to know her or JoyAnna! Dad, you are so scared of them because you didn't fully create them! I'm perfectly fine with what Y/n is. You don't know what it was like for her growing up as a nephilim. I do.”

Chuck watched his son carefully. In all the millennia that the earth had been around, he never expected to see this amount of seriousness in his youngest archangel. However, here Gabriel stood completely proving him wrong.

“When you get home, your bond will be repaired.”

A couple of hours later, you returned home after a rather eventful morning with Lucifer. After he took you out to breakfast to make sure that he “fed the human” he decided that he wanted to go to IKEA to mess with people. You stood watching him hide in random wardrobes before popping out to scare the shit out of people and the lingerie shopping.

“This is good fun.”

He said with an excited smile earning a baffled expression from you.

“You know Lucifer, I really wasn't expecting all of this. I expected you to be more....evil.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“Well I can be. I can be a royal prick if I want but I can also have a good time. Where do you think Gabe got his skills from? We used to have a really good time.”

Lucifer got a nostalgic expression on his face that made you feel guilty. Part of you was concerned with trusting him. The other part felt guilty. It was painfully obvious that he was missing his little brother and Gabriel wasn't making any effort in helping with that problem.

Walking into the kitchen, Lucifer turned back to you.

“I think I am going to go back out for some drinks maybe after that I will get an epiphany on how to deal with my kid in there.”

You him an apologetic expression.

“Good luck with that. Lucifer thanks for everything today. That really helped get me out of my head. I can talk to Jack if you want?”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Nah, I'll figure it out. I'm the king of darkness after all. If I can't figure this out I may be losing my touch. Later.”

Lucifer vanished with a small wave. You meanwhile, turned and walked up the stairs, it was time to put your genius plan into place...

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SEVENTEEN Secret Santa 2019

This is my story for @veryotl​!  🎄 💖 ❄️ Happy Christmas! I wish you to have a good time during your holidays and to have some rest. I had fun writing this for you. I hope you like it!^^

- ❄️ (snowflake anon who is not anon anymore)

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1836

Information: A really sappy with a little bit of probably unsucessfully writen “funny” moments; SEVENTEEN OT13 because that’s the sweetest thing

Ships: Mingyu x Wonwoo (Meanie); Junhui + Minghao (JunHao); a little bit of Joshua (Jisoo) + Jeonghan (JiHan) but not really

Summary: Joshua is moving to South Korea, after living in USA since he was born. He wanted to study in university there, but when he met his 12 housemates, he realized he was going to get much more than he has signed up for. Dealing with a new type of craziness every day, one thing was sure – there was no way he was going to feel bored here.

The twelve men were sitting in the big living room, spending their typical weekend together - it was something like a tradition to them. They were friends, they also liked to say they were a family, even though they sometimes couldn’t stand each other. Most of them had different personalities, yet all of them fitted so perfectly together.

“My girlfriend just dumped me, because I was too short for her. I don’t understand. Was I taller when we met? Couldn’t she just reject me in the beginning?” Jihoon complained, while looking at the wall thoughtfully.

“Maybe you were standing on your tippy toes when you two met for the first time so she thought you were taller than you are.” Seungcheol teased him and Jihoon sighed angrily, shooting him a deadly glare.

“Stop bullying the children.” Jeonghan stepped in.

“I’m not a child, you idiot,” Jihoon hissed. “I’m an adult and I should be treated as one.”

“Okay, as you wish, old man.” Seungcheol said mockingly, returning his eyes to his phone.

“Why are you all so immature? Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the youngest one.” Chan stated, looking at the older boys.

“All of you, shut up. I’m trying to read.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes with annoyance, trying to stay focused on his book.

“Wonwoo, let’s go out! I want to build a snowman!” Mingyu shouted excitedly, trying to make the older one get up from the couch.

“And I want to read a book.”

“Can’t you just go and build a snowman with your boyfriend? Please?” Mingyu looked with hope in his eyes. He looked like a child that wanted something, so he was making his typical puppy eyes, looking his cutest.

“No.” Wonwoo answered unfazed. He was somehow still resistant to his charm.

Another thing was that Mingyu and Wonwoo were dating. Wonwoo has never said it even once, but Mingyu kept mentioning it all the time, even though the older man neither confirmed nor denied it.

“You’re so antisocial it hurts. You know, I might go outside and find another boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Actually there’s this girl from our class who has a crush on me. I could go to her and give her a chance.”

“Go.” Wonwoo said monotonously, still keeping his eyes glued to the book.

“He is heartless, I give up!” Mingyu shouted with frustration and went upstairs to his room.

“He’s such a drama queen.” Seungkwan noted, sipping his tea calmly.

All the men in the room stopped what they were doing, just to look at Seungkwan. Even Wonwoo stopped looking at his book.

“What? Why are you all looking at me?”

“Because you’re usually the drama queen, Boo.” Hansol explained, smiling at Seungkwan.

Hansol was constantly trying to make Seungkwan get the hint, but he could never do that. The truth was that Hansol had a little crush on him, but the other didn’t seem to notice at all.

“I want my girlfriend back,” Jihoon frowned, looking at an image on his phone. “We only dated for like 2 days.”

“I honestly feel sorry for him.”

“And I feel sorry for all of you. Leave me alone, I want to read.” Wonwoo finally closed his book and showed some emotions, which were only negative.

He got closer to the stairs when Seokmin attracted his attention.

“Oh come on, you know you love us.”

“If you mean I want to kill all of you and live in this big house alone with my cat, then yes, your statement must be true.”

Wonwoo went upstairs and the others looked at him going.

“Guys, I’m bored, I’m going out.” Minghao said, as he stood up and got closer to the door.

“Can I come with you?” Jun asked, as he stood up.

The two Chinese men were almost always together, but the rest of the guys still couldn’t really figure out if they were dating or not.

‘’Yeah, sure.” Minghao put his shoes on, as Jun repeated his action.

When Minghao finally opened the door, he was surprised to see there was another person standing in front of the house.

“Uh, sorry, I was going to ring the bell, but I-“

“Oh, handsome” Minghao gasped and Jun looked at him discontentedly.

“Not as much as me, though.”

The newcomer didn’t seem to mind Jun’s comment at all, actually he chose to ignore it.

“I’m Joshua, your new housemate. Are there more people that live here?” Joshua asked curiously.

Joshua was so excited to come here, in South Korea, and live with other people. His parents were Korean, but he was born in USA, so he has never been to Korea before. Now that he was accepted to a university here, he was ready to begin his new life and improve his Korean.

“Too many for you to stay sane.” Jun answered and then he went out of the house, bumping his shoulder into Joshua’s on purpose.

Jun didn’t like the fact that Minghao thought Joshua was handsome. His comment automatically made him dislike the new one.

“Um…” Joshua was slightly uncomfortable with the way Jun was treating him, but he decided to try to stay positive. “Thank you for the information!”

“Is he for real…” Jun murmured and started walking.

“Wait for me!” Minghao shouted, then he went after Jun. “Don’t mind him, Jun can be a little rude sometimes.” Minghao warned before smiling and running to catch up with Jun.

Joshua stood in his place in astonishment. He have never seen such interesting people, even if this adjective wasn’t good in this case. He sighed and entered the house closing the door after him. He looked around and he noticed the men in the room, who were still a lot, even though Minghao, Jun, Wonwoo and Mingyu weren’t there.

“Hello!” Seungcheol stood up from his place, offering Joshua his hand for a handshake. “You must be our new housemate. I’m Seungcheol, the ‘dad’ of the house. Nice to meet you! If you have any problem with the others, don’t hesitate to tell me.” he smiled widely.

Joshua was really impressed. ‘Finally someone who behaves like a human’ he thought, while taking Seungcheol’s hand and shaking it slightly.

“I’m Joshua, but you can call me Josh. Or Jisoo, because that’s my Korean name.”

“Aww, such a cutie.” Jeonghan winked flirtatiously.

Jeonghan had this habit of flirting with every living and breathing creature. Most of the time he didn’t even realize he did it. It was not rare at all to see him in the university hall, stealing men and women’s hearts.

“Thanks, I guess” Joshua looked at the ground, feeling his cheeks redden.

He was called handsome and cute in less than 10 minutes and he was a little overwhelmed by all that attention he was receiving. He wasn’t used to this, so it was normal for him to feel shy. After he told his name to all the other men that were in the room he went to take a shower. He really liked the house and he felt that we was going to get on well with his housemates too. He was trying to think positively and actually things already seemed great.

A couple of weeks have already passed and he got used to the country, the house and his crazy housemates. He actually felt very comfortable around them – he realized they were just the right people for him since he was like them, he jokingly repeated they shared one braincell and maybe that wasn’t too far from the reality.

It was now Christmas time and the boys decided to go to their favorite café to celebrate. They already had a reservation so finding a table for 13 people wouldn’t be a problem. When they got there, they pulled three free tables together as they sat on the big couches and ordered coffee and hot chocolate, as well as some desserts.

“Say ah.” Mingyu looked at Wonwoo with a wide smile on his face and to everyone’s surprise the older one actually complied.

Mingyu took a little part of the dessert using his spoon and he put it in Wonwoo’s mouth. Wonwoo was chewing happily, while he was looking at Mingyu. As the others were looking at them, they looked just like the main characters from a movie.

When Wonwoo got closer to Mingyu and pressed his lips to the younger one’s, to say everyone was shocked was an understatement.

“Someone cover Chan’s eyes.” Seungcheol said worriedly, but this was actually a joke, since Chan didn’t seem to mind Mingyu and Wonwoo. Actually, none of them did.

“This is the best Christmas miracle that has ever happened to me!” Mingyu screamed excitedly, as he put his arm around Wonwoo’s shoulders.

And Wonwoo let Mingyu hug him without saying a word which was something nobody could ever imagine. It was a real Christmas miracle indeed.

“I love you.” Wonwoo said quietly, hugging Mingyu back.

“Ah, I love you too, Woo.” Mingyu kissed the older man’s cheek and after that he was smiling as widely as he could.

“You two are so cute you make me sick” Jihoon commented, sipping his coffee. “I found a new girlfriend, though.”

“Congratulations!” Joshua shouted, patting Jihoon on the shoulder. “I found one too.”

“Just looked at him. He came to live here not long ago and he already has a girlfriend and twelve friends too,” Jeonghan joked playfully. “Let me know if you decide you want a boyfriend, though”

“Oh, I definitely will.” Joshua laughed. “Guys, I’m not usually this sentimental but I wanted to give you something for Christmas, to thank you for everything. I feel as if we all have been friends for years now, I-I…” he stopped talking for a few seconds, feeling the tears forming in his eyes. “I love all of you and thank you. I can proudly call you my family.”

Joshua couldn’t hold back anymore, so he just started crying. Some of the men followed his example, standing up from their places to go and hug Josh. Others thought this was all too sappy for their liking, but still they deeply appreciated Joshua’s words.

Joshua opened his backpack and took out a small box. He opened it and showed it to the others.

“I bought this rings for all of us. I know it may seem sappy but I wanted to buy something special for all of you. The rings have our names and birth dates written on them” Joshua informed the others, while he was wiping his tears.

“Aww, why are you so sweet?” Jeonghan laughed quietly, hugging Jeonghan. “Thank you. The rings look amazing.”

The rest of the day the boys stayed together and went to many different places to just celebrate the fact they were friends, and it was Christmas. When Joshua was there with them, the boys felt nothing was missing anymore. Their friendship was what mattered the most and they planned to stay together as friends and as a family forever.

[little-owly]

I feel like my ask was eaten up (sorry if ut wasn't and you're getting this twice ahhhh!), but imagine an hc where Little Ja//ck eats something really spicy and gets scared and has an accident, and Daddy Ma//rk and Eth//an have to come to the rescue!

OH NOOO!! and sorry!! tumblr's been hungry and eating up most my asks :( //poor jack doing a challenge on camera. already feeling crummy and /desperately/ needing to go into headspace -- stress and work schedule preventing him from doing so. "today, we are going to play some good old fashioned ma//rio mak//er and for every...oh god," he giggles, "let's say three deaths, i eat one of these spicy bois," he holds the bowl of peppers up to the camera. "shout out to vernon and ho//t pep//per gam//ing, rip in peace sweet prince." jack jokes before getting on with the game. ignoring the bit of him that just wants to go into the next room and flop down with his daddies. the bit of him that wants to suck his thumb and color with daddy mark, or play hide and seek with dada ethan. the more innocent side of him. but he pushes it away. playing on. groaning as he curses the level he's stuck on. already two deaths in a matter of 12 minutes, "i'm not fuckin' looking forward to eating that pepper, thats for sure. it comes with its own warning label on each of 'em!"--"nngh, what time is it?""11," mark looks up from his phone. leave it to ethan to wake up late, "am, by the way.""sorry, editing turned into 'how long can i sit here before my ass falls off'.""as long as its still attached, i think you're gonna be okay." mark laughed, "we don't have to start packing up to record until 3. take it easy, yeah?"ethan nods as he sleepily makes a bowl of cereal. the two making small talk, joking about their morning. all until mark coughs, "hey uh, you think jack's okay? he...hasnt really been little around us for nearly two weeks. between the con last weekend and the interview on tv, he hasnt had time.""im sure he'll slip soon enough. maybe at bedtime or--"they stop as they hear jack /sobbing/. a soft thud on the floor above them sends them running up the stairs. ethan's poor bowl of cereal nearly toppling over. the two running up, fearing the worst. only to find their baby boy crying as he curls up on the floor. the soft hissing of his pee running down his pants, his legs, and to the floor under him. soaking his shorts and the rug. "jackie? jackie!" mark and ethan rush over, "whats wrong? where are you hurt?""mouft! mouft! icky food hurty!" he clings to them, "make it stop! stop! hurty and ouchy and and and b-burning!" "burning? jackie, what did you eat?"he crawls up to hold onto ethan as mark finds the bowl of peppers. the two of them exchanging confused looks before jack cries out again. panic high in his voice."scawed!! scawed!! no wike hurty!! make go 'way!!" he sobs, ethan picking him up and mark rushing behind him. the two cooing at him as mark pours milk for jack. "jackie? i need you to keep calm. i need you to breathe in and out, can you do that for me?""d-dada!! scawed wont go 'way!""jackie," ethan replies, "it will, daddy's working on it. just need you to breathe with me so we can fix this, alright?"a comforting squeeze around his body gets jack to sniffle and breathe the same pace as ethan, who moves his green bangs out of his sight. "you're doing so good, jackie. so good for daddy and me."mark pops up, "jackie? can you try to drink the milk? i know its in a big kids cup but try your best, daddy swears it'll help your mouth."jack nods and (with a slip up here and there) finally drinks the cool milk down. soothing his throat and mouth. slowly swallowing it -- mark's finger wiping away stray tears. as ethan nuzzles his crying baby boy. --jack sits in the tub, bubbles surround him. smaller yellow and blue toy ducks swimming around him. ethan washing his green hair gently as mark stands close."jackie? baby? can you tell daddy why you ate meanie old peppers?"jack looks up. the tail of a toy duck in his mouth -- a replacement for his thumb. "wan' do chawwenge wif peppers and game but...gotted scawed when peppers hurty my mouft and made me cry..." he blushes, "but! 'm happy you and dada hewped me wif it! you's the bestest daddies in da whole entire world!"mark and ethan smile gently. "jackie, can you promise us something?"jack looks at ethan now, nodding and smiling."when ever you need to be little or just need daddy or me, can you tell us? daddy and i have been so worried about you, baby boy, and we want you to be happy and play like the cutie you are. especially after all the tough time you've had being a big grown up."theres silence before jack nods. the duck bobbing in his mouth as he gently sucks. "and no more icky peppers without letting dada or i know, okay?" mark adds in, jack sticking his tongue out in disgust. the poor toy duck falling."icky icky peppers!! no wikey at all!!"the three laugh. happy to have their cute baby boy back, and happy to help him get comfy after his scary experience with the peppers!!

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Chapter 4: Marvel At Their Innocence

Mia had gone back out reluctantly, having been in too much of a ‘fight and protect’ mode to sleep. Nothing special happened, she saved a few people, wrote their names in her book- though, at one point, someone was very, very close to being shot and it took all her power to stop the bullet. The guy in question insisted on getting her a meal, which she reluctantly agreed to (he was very nice and the food was great). A little girl gave her a stuffed bear after basically saving her life, that was nice. Mia had smiled at the cutie and patted her head, thanking her and leaving.

After arriving home, Mia sat the adorable bear with the spot-on mask on the windowsill, not really minding if anyone noticed- she would display the creation with pride until the day she died. Hehe, that rhymed.

She beamed at the toy happily before heading to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, having the full intent of pulling an all-nighter. Mia wanted to try and find a way to fix her outfit so it wasn’t so big and in the way. Maybe a tighter long sleeve shirt? She could sew the hood on if needed. The sweatshirt was the only thing really in the way. But, she could secretly hide things in the sweatshirt, like her orbs…

She stared at the blank, oversized graph paper, mind racing for a solution. She couldn’t get rid of the hood- it was important for hiding her face in case her mask fell off, as well as her hair, and she felt a bit less cold in it. Plus, aesthetic. At this point, the big red X in the middle of her sweatshirt was a symbol someone was there to help. Hell, her name was partially based on the X. But the big hoodie was limiting her movement.

She stared for a moment, then…

“GOT IT!” she half yelled, continuing in a un-knowing mumble, “If I can create some kind of utility belt, I can put my orbs in it so I don’t have to worry about their placement. Of course, I can put them in the back pocket of my bag until I finish it, which won’t be too long, then I can just find that long sleeve shirt I never wear and add a hood and the X and- I’M A GENIUS!”

“Go to bed,” her mom shouted tiredly.

“Yes, Ma��am,” as if she actually would go to bed. She chugged her coffee and began to make designs for the utility belt. Since she didn’t need her coat anymore and washed it the second she got home, it should be in the dryer now. Maybe…

Ten minutes later, she was floating outside of the sleeping little girl, holding the neatly folded Hooded Grin hoodie with a note taped to the top. She hesitated before using her powers to open the window- silently hoping no one would assume she’s breaking into someones random home- floating her old hoodie with a note taped on top to the nightstand and closing/locking the small window.

The note read:

It was a little all over the place and pretty short, but it was all that she could think to do for the little girl…

About an hour or two earlier, Mia was having a difficult time with a particular criminal who was trying to rob a father and his daughter. Mia was disoriented and couldn’t tell what was going on after being shoved into some crates, hitting her head pretty roughly. All she could see was a blurry figure walking toward her, stopping and turning around- she could faintly hear the little girl yelling.

“Leave them alone, meanie!” Panic.

What was this kid doing?? They sound like a freaking 5-year-old, oh god, still can’t see shit, oh god, oh god-

Mia tried to regain balance and move either the little girl or criminal as she saw the blurry figure get smaller while moving towards the girl- she ended up moving a dumpster, slamming it into the criminal. This works too, she thought. When the criminal was finally able to move the dumpster, she had gotten a bit more of a grip on her vision and threw a trap/knockout orb at the criminal, him becoming encased in the metal springs and passing out at the electric shock preceding the capture. She exhaled lightly and walked over to the father and his daughter.

“Are you two okay? You get hurt? I can walk you home if you want,” she offered, looking from the horrified father’s face to the angry little girls face. The father looked at Mia for a moment, being a bit taller than the Hooded Grin- which honestly made Mia feel a little weird.

“I… We’re okay, and I would very much appreciate it, please,” he replied, smiling at the small hero. Mia nodded and looked down at the little girl, who currently appeared awestruck.

“Would you mind,” she looked back up at the father, “if I carried her so you won’t have to worry about her as much?” the father seemed hesitant.

“If you’d uh, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course not,” she crouched down to the little girl, “Hi, sweety, would you like,” she offered a small gasp and continued in an exaggerated, excited voice, “a piggyback ride?” the little girl nodded excitedly, smiling happily. It made Mia feel… warm. “Alright, ready? Three… two… one…” Mia floated the girl up, smiling at the little girl’s happy squeals of “daddy, I’m flying!”

Honestly, if Mia had siblings, you best believe she would be running around the house playing games and making her siblings fly, for that happy squeal, knowing that she had prevented injury to this little girl and her father, knowing that she helped even a little bit of the current and future generations live more made everything worth the struggle.

She glided the little girl above and behind Mia, plopping the small one on her back and looking to the amazed father. Everything in that moment was worth it.

“Lead the way, sir.”

They arrived at the house after 15 or so minutes, Mia, surprisingly, finding lots of things to talk about to keep everyone calm. You would’ve never known that the two were almost robbed and that Mia could’ve probably died, or at least gotten some sort of bad injury. Their house looked like your typical, mowed grass lawn, two story house. She set the little girl down who excitedly ran inside.

“Wait here!!” she called behind her at Mia and her father. The father sighed.

“I really can’t thank you enough, I’m not quite sure what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up… though, as a father, I have to ask… How old are you? You can’t be older than, what, 16?” he asked, staring down Mia with a concerned half-glare.

“Uhm, well, I uh- what ya got there?” she interrupted herself, hoping the father would drop it. The little girl had sprinted up to her with a small, fluffy object in her hands. Before Mia could think, the object was thrust into her arms.

“Thanks for saving me and daddy!” the father chuckled softly as the little girl ran inside, following suite. Mia looked down at the object in her hands.

She found a small, stuffed bear with little stubby arms. It had (what appeared to be) a hand-sewn white hoodie with a drawn on red X on the front and a little  mask on its head. It was so freaking cute, Mia couldn’t resist the urge to let out a little ‘awwwww’ at the stuffed toy in her arms, smiling under her mask.

When Mia later went back to go over things with the police, she heard the criminal yelling about “the stupid brat” throwing a rock at him.

She started working on the designs, feeling more and more proud of the little girl as time went on.

Mia folded her mostly finished ideas and put them in a folder in her bag before changing, getting a new cup of coffee, and riding the city bus to school. She saw Ty at the bus station where she gets off, holding a smallish box and looking nervous. She hopes he’s okay.

“Hey man, what’s up?” she stood out of the way for bus passengers to get off, looking at her nervous friend.

“Hey, Mia. I, uhm… Just wanted to apologize for yelling yesterday and stuff, it was a pretty jackass move of me,” while speaking, Ty had rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

Oh. Right. “Oh, yeah… It’s okay, Ty, no need to fret over it,” she offered a small smile, attempting to pretend she didn’t forget about him shouting, but wasn’t worried about it. Besides, if he was this worried about it, she shouldn’t be worried about him being any sort of threat. This was especially clear when he handed her the box he was holding, continuing to speak.

“It wasn’t okay, though. You looked pretty scared, and I was, you uhm, you know, most likely part of that yesterday… So, i got you a little Fitz,” he concluded, motioning to the box in Mia’s hands.

“You.. a little Fitz?”

“Just open the box,” he chuckled, looking at his friend. She opened the wrapped lid, pulling out the small plush keychain of her favorite character in the show Agents of SHIELD: Leopold Fitz, basking in its glory. She stared at the toy unbelievingly, holding it as if it were made of glass.

“You… are… the best. The literal best, oh my god, I could freaking kiss you-”

“Please don’t,” he interrupted awkwardly, chuckling once more. She stared in awe.

“I’m gonna carry this puppy everywhere, oh my god,” she continued, gently putting Fitz Mini in her pocket. Mia didn’t notice his small sigh of relief, or notice how bad he still felt. She didn’t notice that he still felt like a horrible friend. She was way too excited about what happened earlier, and what he gave her, but that feeling didn’t go away the entirety of the day, or the following week.

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Fix You 17

A/n: no warnings 

Link to Chapter 16

Words: 1, 896

Pairings: Gabriel X OFC

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Lucifer looked over his shoulder making sure that Molly and JoyAnna were out of the room before turning to Gabriel

“You need to skip to my Lou my darlin and get on my side.”

Gabriel looked at Lucifer with a less than pleased expression.

“I would rather slam my hand in a drawer. Either start talking Lucifer or get lost. I have to worry about keeping my family safe.”

Lucifer looked honestly hurt.

“What am I Gabe? I'm your family too! I'm not here to raise some hell with you or make you angrier than you already appear to be. I am here because I care for you and for my kid! I want Michael to die a slow painful death as much as the next guy but that kid in there, your kid, is in some real bad danger that you can't handle on your own.”

Gabriel stood with his arms crossed glaring at Lucifer for a few moments.

“You didn't answer my question. What did Michael specifically say about JoyAnna and Molly?”

Lucifer leaned back in his seat at the kitchen island and held his hands up.

“What do you want me to say Gabriel? He said he wanted to kill them and make you watch the light leave their eyes? Is that good enough for you because it freaked me the hell out! Look Gabe, I know that we aren't pals....”

“Understatement.”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer sighed before giving his brother an annoyed glare.

“Uh yeah! IF you will keep your snark to the minimum that would be great! I want to help you! What happened with us, Gabriel? You and I were pals. We were closer than Michael and Raphael ever were. It was you and me against the world! What about all of the times that you did some of your tricks and they went bad? I took the fall for you because it killed me to see you upset. Oh Christ look at me going over all of these feels while you just stand there!”

“Daddy?”

Both Gabriel and Lucifer froze. Gabriel looked down to see JoyAnna by his foot again. Muttering a few curse words at Lucifer in Enochian, Gabriel bent down picking Joy up.

“I told you to stay in there.”

JoyAnna gave Gabriel a disapproving expression.

“Its not nice to call someone all of those name you just called him. Daddy am I going to die?”

Gabriel's mouth dropped as he looked at his little girl's sweet face. He glanced to Lucifer who muttered “oh my dad” before standing up and turning his back. Looking back to JoyAnna, Gabriel shook his head.

“Absolutely not!”

Lucifer meanwhile, walked over and held his hands out. Joy didn't fight when Lucifer took her from Gabriel's arms. He walked across the kitchen

“Sweetheart, let me tell you about this big dummy named Michael. A long long time ago, before you were even thought of, it was Michael, your Jimmy Buffet loving Uncle Raphael, your daddy, and me in heaven. Michael was the biggest bossiest meanie head. Your daddy and I used to play tricks on him. One time your daddy even dyed his wings pink. Lets just say it wasn't his color, sweetheart. Anyway, point of this story, we are ten times more powerful than Michael. He may have some goons and morons at his disposal but its nothing we can't handle. Your daddy and those other people around here won't let anything happen to you. I won't either. Deal?”

JoyAnna glanced at Gabriel. The expression on his face still made her nervous. She knew that her dad was super wary about everything that Lucifer was saying. Turning her head back to her uncle, JoyAnna smiled.

“Deal.”

About that time the door opened and Jack walked in. He froze the moment that he spotted Lucifer holding his cousin. Right away Jack was ready to freak out. He immediately turned to Gabriel.

“What are you thinking?”

He half yelled. Lucifer meanwhile, smiled seeing Jack. He smiled genuinely.

“Jack. Its so good to see you.”

Gabriel meanwhile, looked at his nephew with exhausted eyes before walking over and pulling him out of the room by his shirt. Lucifer gave Joy a smile.

“Everyone is so friendly here.”

JoyAnna giggled.

“You must really be one something Uncle Luci.”

Meanwhile, Jack angrily pulled away from Gabriel as his uncle closed the door behind him.

“You let him in here and near Joy! Near me!”

Gabriel held a hand up.

“Cool it junior! Look, he was the one that told us about Michael. I'm keeping my eyes on him and Cas is too. If he puts a toe out of line I will gladly kill him. He knows where we stand. You need to trust me on this one. I've been around a lot longer and know what can happen, feel me? I need you to chill. I'm not asking you to go and be his pal. In fact go be an ass for all I care but don't you dare think that I would intentionally put Joy or you in any danger.”

Jack looked down before nodding.

“I'm sorry.”

Gabriel nodded, motioning to the door with his head.

“Its fine, go on.”

Jack looked at his uncle a moment longer. He realized that there was more to what was going on then what Gabriel was telling him.

“Gabriel?”

“Just go.”

He replied. Gabriel's voice was calm but  there was an edge to it that Jack wasn't used to. The boy turned, leaving his uncle alone in the laundry room.

Jack didn't look at Lucifer as he walked back through the kitchen. He could only hope that Gabriel knew what he was talking about!

Later that night, after Molly put Joy to bed, she sat quietly beside Gabriel listening to everything that Lucifer had told him earlier. She put a hand on her head trying to take everything in. Lucifer looked at her sympathetically.

“I know its a lot to take in.”

Molly scoffed.

“A little...Michael is a fool to think that he can get much out of a little girl.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“A powerful little girl. Forgive me for saying so darlin but Michael could mold her to do whatever he wanted. If he got you and Gabriel out of the way well....his field day.”

Meanwhile upstairs...

JoyAnna lay sleeping when a soft fluttering noise caught her attention. She turned over to see a young man standing beside her bed. With a frown she reached over to turn the light but he snapped his hands stopping her.

“You must be JoyAnna. My my you really are a cutie!”

Joy rubbed her eyes.

“Who are you? Don't you think its a little rude to be materializing in people's bedroom?”

The man chuckled.

“You are sarcastic, just like your father.”

Joy didn't like the way the man mentioned anything related to Gabriel.

“Yeah, well you get what you get. Who are you anyway?”

The man smiled.

“I'm your uncle Michael. I've come to see you.”

Joy's mouth dropped and she looked around nervously.

“Uh why aren't your wings pink?”

Michael's pleasant expression went negative.

“Lovely, you heard that story.”

Joy nodded as she snapped her fingers sending the archangel flying across the room and into the wall. It took maybe two seconds for the door to slam open. Gabriel and Jack stood in the doorway. Both of their expressions went from panicked to straight pissed off. Jack quickly ran to Joy yanking her into his arms as Gabriel stepped between them looking down at Michael.

“Jeez Michael. Did a little girl knock you on your ass? Doesn't say much for your so called skills.”

Michael growled angrily before jumping up and landing a punch in Gabriel's face. Gabriel shook off the impact after a few moments. Ignoring the blood gushing down his face, he was able to land more punches on Michael. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Jack with a petrified Joy in his arms.

“Jack get her out of here!”

He yelled as Joy began screaming for him over and over again. The moment that Michael slammed a knife into his shoulder, Joy really began to cry. Gabriel looked down at the kitchen knife with a bemused expression.

“A steak knife? Really Michael? Do you think that would really hurt me? Must have lost your touch, big brother.”

Michael blinked before growling angrily.

“I'll be back.”

Michael snapped his fingers instantly disappearing.

“What the the hell is going on in here?”

Gabriel and Jack turned to see Molly and Lucifer run in. Both stopped seeing the blood oozing out of the wound in Gabriel's shoulder and nose.

“Gabe?”

Molly managed to get out as Jack quickly walked from the room trying to calm his little cousin down. Gabriel looked up at his wife's panicked expression. Lucifer looked at tad nervous himself.

“It was Michael. That fucker stabbed me with a steak knife! Can you believe that shit?”

After another moment or two the wounds had healed themselves leaving Gabriel back to the way he looked before. Molly walked over cupping his face in her hands.

“Gabriel, what were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

Gabriel smacked her hands away.

“It was me or the kid. You want me to grow up and be the dad that I am supposed to be one minute. Now you want me to be more careful! You are gonna have to pick one peach because I can't do everything!”

Molly looked down at the ground. She knew that Gabriel was hyped up on adrenaline and probably didn't mean what he said. Molly stood a moment longer before walking from the room. It was probably best that she and Gabriel be apart right now.

Lucifer looked after Molly before looking back to Gabriel who was trembling.

“Uh was that the best thing that you could come up with? I think she was worried about you?”

Gabriel growled.

“She always worries! I walk by a black cat, she worries. I walk under a ladder, I can't leave the house for a damn month. She treats me like a baby.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Bro you are kinda acting like one. Can't believe that I am being the sane one here but she's your wife. Its in her job description.”

Gabriel looked up at his brother's face.

“I guess I can be hard on her. This crap situation is just making me nutty.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“From what little me old me gathered you two have the bad habit of running from each other when the tough gets going. Maybe its time that you two go your merry ways and you can co parent little short stuff in peace. Kid is gonna figure out whats going on soon enough if she doesn't already. Molly's a nice girl but I don't think that we as archangel's are meant to be with anyone...cute nephilim included. Well later, I'm going to watch me some reality TV...wanna watch some people whose lives are bigger train wrecks than mine.”

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