#maybe I'll pull up their It Takes Two stream. I never got around to finishing the VOD and I need something silly with them in it

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Agh.

Against my better judgement, yesterday I read a fic I've been eyeing despite knowing the topic might hit too close to home because I knew the story would be really good, and it's been over 48 hours but my ass is really sitting here still sobbing my eyes out at the slightest reminder of it, so now I'm currently watching the goofiest F.i.t / P.a.c clips I have saved to cope with this hell of my own making

[usopps-devotee]

Birthday cake

Happy birthday Zaza !! This is a birthday gift for @roronoaswifey  !! NE ways enjoy this fic with your stinky man I hope you like it ♡

Tags, slight degradation, praise, dumbification, oral (f), mating press, fingering, recreational drug use (weed), dacryphilia, bearly proof read, for those who don't know birthday cake is a strain of weed

wc 2k

You woke up to the sound of Zoro and Sanji arguing over something you could honestly care less about. It wasn't rare that you woke up to shouting on the deck. It's a given when it comes to this lifestyle you wish the two men would chill the fuck out for once.

You let out an exhausted sigh as you walked to the aquarium, breaking the commotion by asking the cook for a cup of tea and calming down your lover. Sanji left for the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small cake and the tea you requested. One by one, the crew woke up for another boisterous day at sea.

The waves had been calm, with no sight of land for days to come. The crew all seemed to be busy with something other than you. It had seemed off at the beginning of the day, although it was normal for people to find something too busy with. The first option was to check up on robin. She started to read a book you expressed interest in long ago but never got around to it. knowing her, she finished it already and would let you borrow it if it seemed like something you would like. The two of you spent the next few hours conversing about books you've read in the past.

As the day faded to night, the ship seemed to become more lively with each passing hour. You had been sitting in the crows' nest for the latter half of the day. The crew was planning something, that much you could see b what exactly was happening on the deck at this time of night was over your head.

Had you not mixed up the days you would have realized that it was you would have realized it was midnight on the 14th, your birthday. The only reason you, Robin, and Zoro seemed to be the only ones with free time, the swordsman chose to sleep the entire day, was to keep you distracted. Your feet have yet to touch the deck; when the crew starts to sing happy birthday. Food and drinks were passed around as the ship celebrated you all night. It wasn't until the early hour of the morning. Colors in the sky changed from a dark blue to an early morning purple before the sun started to rise.

You and Zoro had been the only ones left on the deck watching the waves crash into each other. Your attention slowly peeled away from the sea to figure out what your partner was huffing about at your side. The green-haired man had a joint in his hand and seemed to be looking for a lighter. Once he found it, he handed the both of them to you with a murmur of happy birthday. This was the second gift you've received from the swordsman, the first being during the party as you also received presents from the rest of the crew.

The j is quickly swiped out of his hand and placed between your lips, flicking the new lighter he gifted you. Smoke clouded your lungs as you took a deep inhale, the familiar sound of the paper crackling as it burned seemed to settle some deep parts of your soul. The exhale was slow and steady, smoke streaming out of your mouth in ribbons drifting towards the sky, taking some of Zoro's attention with it as he admired you at this moment.

Catching him staring you tried to pass him the j to see him shake his head. "I would cough out a lung if I tried that shit, I'll leave smoking to you and the cook." This caused you to burst out laughing, maybe that had been the reason he always watched but never dared to ask to join you. "And if I showed you a way that's easier?"

You can see the gears and cogs turning in his head as he tries to think, you almost want to tell him not to hurt himself. "What is it?" With that question your eyes shine like stars, you take another hit and pull him in a kiss without another word. He caught on quickly as the smoke left your lungs and entered his, some escaping from the space between your lips as the kiss got heated. With the first few kisses, Zoro tried not to cough after, not accustomed to breathing in anything other than air, it didn't take too long for him to get used to the feeling.

Joint half smoked and almost forgotten as you pulled into his lap, tongues sloppily trying to be shoved down the other's throat as he grabs a palm full of your ass. You moan in the kiss and hear the moss-head chuckle against your lips. Trailing kisses down to your neck, he picks up the j and places it between your lips, silently asking for another hit. Who would you be to deny him, eyes blown out, red and glossy? His lips were swollen and desperate for more of both you and weed.

This continues until you no longer hold what was left, throwing the roach into the sea as Zoro throws the shirt he's wearing for once over his head. Just as you do the same, he flips the two of you, now your back on placed against his shirt on the deck. He's leaving messy kisses and bites all over exposed skin. Hands dig in your hips as if he were to lighten his grip as if you'd slip to a place he can't go.

"Take your bra off." The command made you shiver as he stripped your lower body. Following his order, you want to make a complaint about being the only one naked, seeing the way he looked at your pussy. You ran a hand through his hair as his tongue grazed your clit for the first time this morning, hips jolting at the tease. "Such a pretty pussy ya got, all nice and wet just for me." You felt your pussy pulse and clench at the praise, letting out a stream that was licked up before it could reach the shirt below you.

His lips enveloped your clit, tongue swirling around your clit before licking under the hood. The deep groan felt sinful to your ears as he put your legs on top of his shoulders, eye staring back at yours as he devours you. The sound of him slurping your juices and your breathy moans are the only sounds that can be heard on the ship. Dragging your hips closer. Zoro's middle finger dipped into your whole to tease you, not passing the first knuckle. He felt himself twitch at the whine that left your lips and throb at you begging.

"Please zoro use your fingers, I'll be good, I can take it, please. I want you, I need you, let me come around your fingers please zo."

He couldn't resist your back arched off the ground, hands tugged him closer as he finger fucked you. Wasting no time, two fingers pistoned in and out of your creamy pussy. He knows your body so well he doesn't have to look for your g spot, hitting it since the first thrust. You're completely overwhelmed. There are tears in your eyes, yet you hadn't even cum. The swordsman scissors his fingers apart, teasing your walls and making sure you would be stretched and ready for his cock.

"Go on pretty girl, make a mess, cum for me,"

The feeling of your orgasm was overwhelming tears streamed down your face as you called out to him in broken sobs. Saying his name over and over like a broken prayer, you can't tell If it's the weed itself or the image of smoke leaving Zoro's lips, but your mind feels extra hazy. Borderline broken when you come down from your high, the swordsman doesn't stop until you're licked clean of all your cum.

"Not enough, I need more. You can be a good whore and take it for me, ya?"

He's not even waiting for a response as he sits up, keeping your legs on his shoulders while he struggles to get his pants off. Should have done that sooner smh. You feel his thumb brush against your clit, cutting off your giggle with a moan. Zoro leaned forward, tip pressed against your entrance gliding back and forth against your entrance as he teased you.

Curses fall from both tongues as the head of his cock slides in, continuing to lean and sink forward till he has in a mating press. One arm is laid on the deck to support his weight while the other finds its way to your throat. Not to choke you, the strong grip, a reminder that you're all his and this is all for you.

"Look away and I'll stop."

The feeling of his cock slowly bragging out of your walls before slamming back into the hilt forced a scream out of your throat. You're sure to get shit from the crew after this, birthday or not. You can't even think to cover your mouth as he fuck into you. Tears completely ruin your face as you're doing everything in your power not to close your eyes or pass out.

"You're doing so well for me, that sloppy cunt of yours is taking me so well. Moaning like a bitch, I bet you can think of anything other than me."

His words couldn't be more true as you clench around him. Your eyes flutter, threatening to shut till you feel his grip tighten and his hips pick up the pace. "What did I tell you?" Babbling slurred apologies, screams turned back to sobs. Your legs are trembling between the confines of your bodies, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to grab on to what you can to stay grounded as Zoro fucks away whatever sense you have left.

"I'm close zoro, don't stop please don't stop. I want to cum I want to cum please. I was good right? I was a good whore for you? Please. Please let me cum."

There's a dark chuckle as your begging and feel some of his weight shift. The second his fingers start to toy with your clit, you're creaming all over his cock and breaking the one rule he gave you. Breaking his word, he didn't stop as he said the hand on your throat added to the dizzying mix of pleasure and pain as he choked you. No air or sounds could be heard from your mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"I give you one fucking rule and you break in the end, you don't get to breathe until I cum."

The overstimulation was bordering painful you feel his heavy cock twitching inside. The sight alone almost sent you flying into another. Brows knit tightly, sweat dripping down his face and body, smiling now that he sees your eyes again, but the pressure on your neck doesn't let up. He's looking down at you with nothing but utter love and devotion, in contrast to how he's fucking you, which could be confused as hate.

Your vision is spotty, and you're soon to either cum or pass out when you finally feel him empty inside you. The third orgasm of the night pitifully washed over you as you finished together. Zoro gives you a little more trust to make sure his cum is buried deep.

"You still with me baby?"

All you can do is nod, body sore as you take in the sight of him, the early morning sun as it begins to rise. He pulled out, taking a second to watch the cum drip from your pussy. He put his pants back on and scooped you in his arms, covering your body with that side of the shirt that wasn't stained from prior activities.

The walk you the bathroom was peaceful you had to correct him a couple of times, not that you minded it, but still made it there quickly. Once the two of you were clean, he carried you to your bedroom, where you were sleepy for the rest of the morning.

ZAZAAAAAA TAKE THIS SHIT AND GO 🗣🗣 screw you and your man why is Zoro so hard to write.

[hazardous-who]

Lord forgive me (you can be the lord in this application) but I would love something akin to basically solo cam girl Kks with Obi finding out and being obsessed with getting to get a piece please Bonus points for he/him pussy love (transmasc or otherwise idc I'm so simple I swear) and clueless Obito Bonus bonus points for virgin content and needy-whiny Obi who wants to be Kakashi's first, maybe some breeding kink in there idk wherever the path of life takes you ): I am on my knees please Who I love how you write filth but also go crazy I know that brain can cook up some delicious dishes no matter what you do PS I love all your writing and I can not wait for friday to come faster ):

Hopefully this is everything you desired and more- I even did my best to achieve all of your 'bonus points' for the fic. Also thank you for the prompt and the kind words !! ( I'll get that Friday chapter out as early in the day as I can ! )

⚠ New Fic Alert - [ My Elusive Roommate ]

[ Pairing: Obito Uchiha / Kakashi Hatake ]

LittleRainstorm was live.

Was he really feeling so bold as to do his stream in the living room? It made Obito’s blood rush south at how risky a thing that is when there’s every possibility for him to arrive home early and take Kakashi by surprise. Event cut short, forgot something at home- He could walk through the doors and find him in such an exposed state at any moment.

As shitty a move as it was, he couldn’t help but go back to his friends making an excuse about not feeling well. Hell if he wasn’t going to be stupid and take one massive fucking leap, but god how he wanted to see Kakashi’s face flush red with the shame of being caught, to see his entirely bare body that the camera never got to catch.

Obito was quick with his keys, sure the second he turned the lock it would alert the other, pulling the door open immediately to find a head of silver whip around to look at him over the back of the couch.

And oh, didn’t he look pretty in pink?

🚩 Rating - Explicit. 🏁 Finished - Two Chapters. As usual, mind the tags on the actual Ao3 page. Link Here - [ click click ]

[wakatoshitiddies]

#UshiOiWeek2023 #ushioi | Day 2: Soulmates

"Please don't cry, my love."

The man whose brown eyes were once so bright pleaded.

"I want my last memory of you to be your smile," he continued as he weakly caressed his lover's cheek.

The man obliged, his olive eyes filled with different emotions as tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked tired, helpless, and in pain, but he still tried his best to smile, fulfilling his lover's last wish.

He held his soft hand, kissing each knuckle, and he promised

"One day, when we no longer have to be afraid, when we can love each other freely," he paused, the tears making it harder for him to speak, "I'll find you, my love; I promise I will."

The other pulled their hands that were holding, kissing his calloused hand the same way he kissed his.

"I'll wait for you then."

Wakatoshi woke up with tears in his eyes.

This dream was especially vivid compared to the other ones he had.

He grabbed his phone from his bedside table. It's two in the morning. He got up from bed and put his shirt on.

He made his way to the room that he's using as his temporary studio.

He turned on the single bulb hanging on the ceiling, casting an orange glow on the shavings and dust on the floor. His working station was dominated by a large workbench littered with chisels, saws, and sanders. There were different tools hanging on the wall, and a variety of wood was in the corner.

He began to work. His hands moved with precision, chipping away at the block of wood. He wanted the sculpture to be perfect.

It all started when he came to this house.

It had been three years since he felt any desire to create artwork. His toolbox was gathering dust. His father said that maybe he just needed a change of environment and offered that he could stay in the small family house. Taking his advice, he packed his things and ran away from urban life to the countryside.

The house was old, but it was well kept. The hired caretaker was already outside when he arrived. He gave him the keys before he left and said that everything was already prepared inside. He had his tools sent earlier since it would be a hassle if he brought them along with him.

Stepping inside, he felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him. He had no idea why. The house belongs to their forefather, who was also a sculptor; maybe that's it.

Days passed, but he still didn't feel the urge to create, but that changed ever since he had a dream. It was of a man with deep brown eyes and wavy, chestnut-colored hair, which looked soft to touch.

He had never seen this man before, but somehow he felt deep within that he knew him.

When he awoke, he felt a wave of inspiration.

He worked day and night in a frenzy.

He continued to dream about the man, and sometimes he was with someone. Someone who, oddly enough, looked similar to him

He would always feel as if he were there, as if a story was unfolding right in front of him. He would feel their emotions. Their happiness, their sadness, their pain, their loss, and their love

Wakatoshi was determined to bring the couple's silenced love to life.

Five months had passed since he finished his creation.

The news that he was out of his break spread like wildfire when a person took a photo of him buying materials.

Many art galleries had reached out to him, asking if they could showcase his sculpture. At first, he was hesitant, but later on, he agreed to one.

Wakatoshi arrived on the last day of the art exhibition. He slowly walked around the gallery until he reached the center, where his masterpiece was placed. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as it gained all the guests' attention.

He gave it one last look before he decided to leave. He may have agreed to the exhibit, but he had been avoiding reporters; he had hated interviews even from the beginning.

He took a step back, keeping his head down as he turned around, and bumped into someone. He did not notice the man behind him.

He immediately apologized, asking if he was hurt, but the man just stood there quietly.

He lifted his head to see what was wrong, and that's when his eyes met with the most captivating brown eyes.

He felt as if time had stopped. Like air was taken out of his lungs, his heart raced in an abnormal beat.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but it was as if he had never learned to.

Their eyes were locked, and it seems no one had the intention to look away.

The man gave him a loving smile, and his eyes started to glaze with tears.

"I found you first."

[mwcowan]

A Whole New Chapter, Part 2

Back There, Back Here

When I left off last July, we were heading back to the US for a short visit, just over 5 weeks to be exact. Busy time! We arrived back at our home in Nevada to find everything as we’d left it, well, except for the weeds that had taken over the back yard. The first week back was pretty much recovering from the travel, and for me, spending some quality time with the weed-whacker clearing the back yard, or at least enough of it for us to get out the back door and find the chairs and barbecue. I figured that was enough and I’d find someone to finish the job, but I never did. Oh well, I’ll have something to do next time we’re back.

Our first adventure was drive to Salt Lake City to visit Tommy, Hannah, and Felix. And of course, Rolf, their rather huge Lab/Newfoundland mix. For a few nice days we enjoyed spending time with Felix – he’s in that very enjoyable phase around 6 months, lots of smiles and giggles.

After returning home, we  had a nice visit from Georgia’s son Matt and wife Morgan, and her son Anthony. And dogs Ripley (Max’s sister) and Anthony’s Lab Maxx (we call him Big Max). We showed them around our new area and spent one HOT afternoon at Lake Lahontan, which is about ½ hour from us. Nice lake with good facilities, it was just HOT! Next day we drove up to Lake Davis in Plumas County, where the weather was much cooler and we had a picnic, swam, and fished.

Georgia actually talked Matt and Morgan into leaving Ripley with us for two weeks (I think she pulled the guilt trip about how much we missed Max).

Back up to Plumas County to visit our friends Todd and Kathleen Solomon, and Max’s sister and BFF Lizzie. On the way we met up with our friends John & Judy Lullo, and Robert & Yvonne Ware for a good lunch and catch-up session, then stopped into the Mohawk Community Center which was having an open house – another chance to meet up with more of our Graeagle friends. A fun dinner at the Solomon’s followed, where we were joined our friends Cliff Romig and Cathy Davies, who have Max’s brother Olaf. A real doggy reunion, too bad Max had to miss it!

The next day we went boating at Bullards Bar reservoir with the Solomons plus Todd’s grandson and a couple of his friends. It’s great to go boating with young people; they’re happy to ski or wakeboard all day, leaving us old folks to relax and drink beer. I did get talked into wakeboarding, which I haven’t done in a long time, time as measured in decades. I’m proud to say I got up 2 out of 2 tries, but quickly did a face plant each time. Maybe I'll try again in another 20 years.

The boating activity I'm more suited for. Yes there’s a beer in my missing hand.

Almost done, but not quite. Back from Graeagle, it was time to go to Las Vegas for Georgia’s family’s annual August Birthday celebration. We celebrated Dignah’s and Dinah’s birthdays on the appropriate days with a nice lunch, and met up with the usual stream of family and friends that always accompanies this event. We’d had Ripley with us all this time, and by agreement, we left her with Georgia’s sister Dalene to take back to San Jose and her regular family.

Whew, that was a busy, and quick, 5 weeks! Back to Fernley with a day to pack and lock things up, then off to the airport and back to the Philippines!

Manila

We’d timed our arrival to be one day ahead of Georgia’s Mom Dolly, her sister Dalene, and cousin Lena, who were headed over for a long visit. As we did just the day before, they arrived before 6am. No problem for us, due to jetlag we were up at 4 already!

We’d hired Arturo, the driver who took us on our road trip earlier this year, to help us with the airport pickup. A good thing too, with the three ladies packed up for a 3 month trip, their luggage filled two vans! But we also had another motive. After getting everyone settled into Dolly's house, Arturo drove us to Kawayan Cove to pick up Max! Max was of course happy to see us, but after spending maybe 15 seconds jumping around and giving us kisses, he headed to his toy box to find his favorite for us to play with. Then with a quick turn-around, we were on our way back to Manila. Besides (I hope) being happy to be back with us, Max got to see lots of the moo moo cows who just hang out on the highway. Be sure to turn the sound on!

Max also got to see monkeys along side the road; we found that he has a very different, unfriendly, reaction to monkeys. I think he still remembers the incident in Vigan!

Danny, Ben, and Lachlan!

Besides being timed for the arrival of Georgia’s mom et. al., our travel was also timed to meet Danny, Ben, and Lachie, who soon arrived from Sydney for an 8-day stay! We picked them up at the airport in the evening, spent the night at Dolly’s in Manila, then headed back to Kawayan Cove the next day.

Lachie is 1 ½ years old now, a great age, and he has the looks and personality to charm anyone. Especially here, you just don’t see many VERY white, red-headed children! Besides being a hit with all the ladies at Dolly’s house, anywhere we took him it seems like he gathered a crowd! Everyone wanted a look at him, asked lots of questions, wanted to meet his dads, etc.

Lachie loves tractors, and one day a big excavator on the way to a construction site stopped in front of our house. Lachie loved it! I think the guys taking a break (from putting the tires under the treads as it moved uphill) had just as much fun seeing Lachie as he did seeing the excavator!

Lachie also loves swimming, so naturally we spent quite a bit of time in the pool. Unfortunately the beach was too rough for swimming due to a passing (far away, thankfully) typhoon, but we did have a nice lunch at the club.

On the weekend we took the boys to our favorite resort in Anilao/Mabini. The one with the goats, which Lachie enjoyed feeding.

We had planned to do a dive day, but with the rough seas we figured diving wouldn’t be too good, so we just relaxed around the pool instead. Lachie was good with that. And the food in the restaurant too!

All too soon it was time for the boys to go, on to their next stop, Bali. Gotta feel sorry for them, right? Oh well, we had a great visit and hope to see them again soon, here or Sydney or wherever!

Merry Christmas!

Yes, it’s September, and the Christmas season has started. Christmas decorations in the malls, holiday music. I’m usually not ready for this until after Thanksgiving, but it’s the tradition here. Christmas is celebrated in the ‘-ber’ months (September, October, November, and December). Just go with it.

Typhoons

I mentioned that a typhoon was making waves and stirring up the water. It was super typhoon Yagi (a 'super typhoon' classification is equivalent to a category 5 hurricane) which fortunately was only a tropical storm as it passed over northern Luzon. Although we were seeing wind and larger than usual waves when the boys were here, shortly after they left the weather significantly worsened with high winds, strong surf, and heavy, continuous rains, lasting for 4 days. And this is when the storm that was 700 miles (1120km) northwest of us! I took these screenshots from two weather apps, the first showing the storm path, passing over northern Luzon as a tropical storm before strengthening into a typhoon, and the solid cloud cover extending as far as southern Palawan. We’re at the blue dot, Palawan is the long, skinny island to the southwest of us. The second app shows the wind strengths and flow – you can clearly see the circular storm center, but also look at the effect it’s having on the winds, pulling them up from the southwest between Palawan and Vietnam, and straight at us. It’s just amazing how huge an area the storm impacts!

While I’m being weather-geeky, around the first of April I installed a weather station, with a digital rain gauge. As I write this, it reads 1509 mm of rain since then, about 5 ½ months. That’s 59.4” for you non-metric types. California should build a water pipeline to the Philippines. Hey Gavin! No problem, just raise taxes to pay for it!

Fruits Loops

We finally have bananas! We’ve planted many banana plants (they are not trees, actually the largest member of the grass family); some have blown over (they’re not very strong), and some just haven’t produced any fruit. Plus they’re pretty ugly so they need to produce to justify being in our yard. Well finally one is making bananas. The conical purple thing is the flower; as layers come off it reveals another row of baby bananas. I’ve never seen them at this stage, so I’m excited to watch them develop, and hopefully I’ll get to taste some. I’ll keep you posted.

I’ve reported on many strange tropical fruits over the years, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve had something new to try. We took a quick trip to Dolly’s farm in Alangilan (Georgia had to help with some family business), and waiting for us were Marang. If you attached a pointy nose you’d have a cute little hedgehog – the spines are soft, and underneath is a skin that’s easily pulled open to reveal the sweet and creamy fruit inside.

People say the taste is somewhere between Jackfruit and Durian, with little of the pungent odor of the Durian. I thought it was quite tasty!

And then there’s Durian. The king of tropical fruits. Not new to me but always worth a mention. As soon as we walked into the farm house in Alangilan I knew there were Durian lurking somewhere. That unmistakable smell, even from unopened fruit, that people describe as anything from sweaty socks to a soiled baby diaper. One of the very few foods that made Andrew Zimmern (Bizarre Foods on the Travel Channel) gag and refuse to eat. Banned to carry on most airlines and public transportation. But being blessed with a rather poor sense of smell, I’m able to get it past my nose and into my mouth; I actually enjoy the creamy and sweet fruit!

Nang Belen getting ready to unleash the monster...

Sunset(s) of the Week

A couple nice ones, first from Mabini (I must admit that the camera captured more than we could see, especially colors in the clouds, but a nice sunset by any means)

And a view from home.

All for now, stay healthy and happy!

[chaosmagicss]

love in the dark (wanda maximoff x reader)

synopsis: your plan is simple; get through your senior year and make it to college with minimal fuss. what you aren't expecting is the spanner in the works that is wanda maximoff and her stupidly kissable lips.

series warnings: high school au (everyone is 18), secret relationship, jealousy, allusions to and brief mentions of smut, fluff, angst

chapter warnings: underage drinking, flirting

words: 5.3k

read it on ao3!

a/n: surprise! part one of a series! it’s not going to be super long - probably around five-ish parts, but i've got most of written out soooo i'll try update it weekly. also! i have no idea how american high-schools work so have this poorly researched attempt! hope y’all enjoy! :)

part two | part three | part four | part five

“Y/L/N, you comin’ to the party later?”

You frown a little at Tony Stark, who simply wiggles his eyebrows. You find yourself at a loss for words for a moment, and you’re about to start stammering your way through an excuse when an arm wraps around your neck and Carol settles in beside you.

“Yes, she is,” Carol answers for you, lightly pinching your cheek. She chuckles as you try and fail to nudge her away, and Stark smacks the locker in celebration.

“Alright!” he declares, already stepping away. He grins widely, pointing at you just before he disappears around a corner. “Can’t back out now, hotshot.”

You manage a smile, but the second his attention is elsewhere, you’re shoving Carol off you and giving her your best glare. “I thought we were gonna just hang at mine,” you hiss in a whisper, only a hint of a whine in your voice.

Carol fumbles for a second. “I, well—”

“Natasha asked if she was coming,” Val jumps in, and you watch as Carol’s cheeks flush red, a teasing grin pulling at your lips as you gently punch her shoulder.

“Oh, Natasha asked,” you tease, giving her an over-exaggerated wink. Carol huffs, pushing you so hard that your back connects with the lockers behind you hard enough to hurt, but you’re too caught up in teasing her to care.

“You should’ve seen them,” Val says excitedly, stepping closer, grinning widely. “It was a miracle they made it through a conversation without sticking their tongues down each other’s throats—”

“Alright, alright, fuck off,” the blonde cuts in, face still burning, and Val simply giggles as she ducks away from Carol’s attempts at a smack. Carol sighs heavily, dragging a hand down her face before she seems to get ahold of herself. “Ugh. Anyways! Sorry I dropped this on you, but you’re coming, right?”

Your first thought is absolutely not. What you really want is to go home, curl up in bed and stream a ridiculous reality show, and then sleep until your body decides it has gotten its fill, and wake up hangover-free midmorning on a Saturday. However, you have a sinking feeling that your best friend was going to do everything in her power to make sure that didn't happen.

You watch her for a moment, studying the almost smug look on her face. “You're not gonna take no for an answer, are you?”

Carol grins, clapping you on the shoulder. “Nope!”

Shaking your head with a smile, your eyes jump across the room, and find none other than Wanda Maximoff. Beautiful, smart, kind Wanda Maximoff. You've never made conversation beyond a polite hello or awkward small talk on the occasion that Wanda has to pick her mother up from your house of an evening, but your eyes are almost always drawn to her whenever you're in her orbit, whether she's answering a question in class or she’s reading on the bleachers while she waits for the lacrosse team's Wednesday practice to finish. And, sure, maybe it's a little weird because you hardly know her, but really, can you blame yourself? She's almost annoyingly pretty. And then there's that weird high-strung tension that shrouds every brief interaction you have with her.

Take right now, for example.

She’s looking right at you, even as her brother and Jarvis converse right in front of her, but the second she processes that you’ve caught her staring, she looks away, pushing a hand back through her hair.

Tightening your jaw, you tear your eyes away from her, ignoring the fluttering in your chest.

-

Stark’s party, although on the small side this time, is as lively as ever. The team and their friends as well as a handful of people from the opposing school are crowded into Tony’s huge house, half-drank cups of whatever scattered on every surface as music plays from the speakers.

Carol has practically force-fed you two shots of vodka and three mixed drinks, and now you’re tipsy enough that you’re not anxious, enough so that when Sam Wilson challenges you to a game of flip cup, you don’t hesitate at all.

The cheering only gets louder the closer you and Sam get to the end of the table, neck in neck. He finishes skulling the last drink half a second before you do, but curses loudly as he misses the first flip. You, however, manage to nail it. Your arms shoot up in the air as the room erupts, Sam groaning good-naturedly and offering up a high-five as Carol leaps onto your back excitedly. You giggle as you smack your hand against Sam’s, wiping at your mouth and chin with the back of your free hand.

“Victory shots!” he declares, tugging you along, and as you look around, you catch Wanda slipping up the stairs. There’s a flash of concern in your alcohol-muddled brain, but it’s pushed away the second Sam starts to pour the tequila and Pietro Maximoff hands you a lime slice.

About twenty minutes later, you decide to start taking it easy. You skull two glasses of water and steal a slice of the toast Carol had made herself, and when someone drunkenly bumps into you, it’s enough to jolt you out of your anxiety-free mood.

All of a sudden everything seems too loud and too much, and you find yourself upstairs only a minute later, the world spinning as you stumble for the closest room, hoping it’s somewhere you’ll be able to catch your breath.

However, when you swing the door open, the room you’re met with isn’t empty. Wanda is sat on the edge of the bed, cross-legged as she scrolls through her phone. She looks up, startled by the intrusion, and any and all intelligent thoughts leave your brain.

“Oh,” you stop, gripping the door handle to keep you upright even as the world stops spinning. Wanda tilts her head a little, the start of a smile pulling at her lips, and it has you blushing in no time. “I’m - sorry, I didn’t… didn’t know you were in here.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to sober up quicker. There’s no way you were going to get through a conversation with Wanda without embarrassing yourself if the alcohol was still clouding your brain.

“Are you, um, are you okay?” you ask.

She looks a little surprised by the question.

“I just… needed a breather,” Wanda replies, still watching you in that way that’s making you dizzy. You nod a little, hand flexing against the door handle. Wanda’s eyes flick briefly to the movement, and your heart starts to pound when she stands and starts to make her way towards you with a previously unnoticed bottle of water in her hand, “Here.”

You swallow dryly, taking two steps to meet her and only managing to hold her eyes long enough to give her a smile as you take the bottle from her. “Thanks.”

She watches you take a few big sips, and you can feel your face returning to a reasonable temperature.

“So,” Wanda says, her smile turning teasing as she pauses, “why’d you sneak away from the party, hotshot?”

And now you’re blushing again.

“I - I didn’t—” You huff a laugh. “I’m not - I mean, I just… it was—” you wave a dismissive hand, “—it’s just a lot, is all.”

You fight the urge to actually smack yourself in the face. A pretty girl makes eye contact with you and you’re tripping over yourself? Get a fucking grip.

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head and rubbing the back of your neck anxiously. You take a deep breath, manage to pull yourself together to meet her gaze. “I - I’m so…”

When you trail off, Wanda tilts her head again, that teasing smile still on her lips. “Drunk?” she offers.

“Nervous,” you reply quickly, eyes dropping for probably a beat too long to Wanda’s lips, and your heart leaps when her cheeks flush. “You make me nervous.”

Her eyes dart between your own, almost like she’s looking for something, and that strange suffocating tension that’s always seemed to exist between you rears its head again as she takes a small step closer.

She swallows thickly, and when she speaks her voice is so soft that it’s hard to believe that it’s even her speaking. “Good nervous?”

You fumble for words, gaze flicking between her eyes and her mouth rapidly, “I, um—”

“Little Maximoff, you up here?”

You take a big step back as Tony appears in the doorway, and you watch a slow grin creep onto his face as he so clearly picks up on whatever this is. “Oh my, what’s going on in here?”

“Nothing,” Wanda says quickly, stepping around you to push Tony back into the hallway. She glances at you, cheeks still red. “Did you need something?”

“First of all, ouch,” he says, “and second, Tall ‘n British is looking for you.”

Wanda huffs, pushing a hand back through her hair. “Okay. Alright.” And just like that, she’s gone.

You release your first full breath for the first time in five minutes. Tony leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at you expectedly. “Come on, hotshot, spill the beans.”

You make a tsk sound, abandoning your water bottle on the closest flat surface before joining Tony in the hallway. “Sorry to disappoint, Stark, there aren’t any beans to spill.”

He groans heavily, and falls into step beside you as you start to make your way back downstairs to the party. “Lame,” he says. “I need something exciting to happen already. Senior year’s boring when you already know what’s happening after you graduate.”

“You could always get yourself expelled,” you offer with a grin. “Y’know, switch it up a little.”

Tony grins widely. “I just might.”

You really just can't tell if he's joking or not.

As you step back into the party, you spot Jarvis leaving with Wanda in tow. You watch as Natasha catches her at the door, her face pulled together in what you pin as either concern or confusion. Wanda shrugs in response to whatever she says, motioning to Jarvis. Natasha twists her lips, sighing softly before she softens and pulls Wanda into a hug, bidding her goodbye.

As Wanda steps outside, squeezing Nat’s hand before dropping it to let her close the door, her eyes flick past the redhead and land on you. She blinks, offers up a half-smile that doesn’t at all reach her eyes before turning around, and you lose sight of her just a moment later.

-

You pull the door open, and your heart jolts when you find Wanda standing on your front porch opposed to her brother.

You don’t let your surprise show, however, managing a tiny smile as you step aside. “Oh, hi,” you say, “come in.”

Wanda nods wordlessly, and you close the door behind her before moving down the hallway, all too aware of Wanda’s soft footsteps behind you as you reach the kitchen. Iryna is closing the dishwasher, having just emptied and restocked it despite you offering to do it so she could head home early. She’d simply given you a tsk and said, “Your mother pays me for a reason, dear.”

She beams when she spots Wanda, stepping over to her and wrapping her in a hug, pressing a quick kiss to her hair. You assume she utters a greeting in Sokovian, and you pretend not to be listening as Wanda replies to her in her first language, too.

You sit yourself up on the counter as you open the jar of Nutella, only glancing up when Iryna tells Wanda, “I’ve just got to put a load of washing on before we leave.”

You frown. “Mrs Maximoff, I can—”

She’s already heading down the hall. ”Not a word, love, it’s alright.”

You huff, looking back down to dig into the Nutella. Your eyes dart to Wanda briefly, but when she looks back at you, you fail to hold her eyes. Your cheeks warm a little, and you exhale roughly through your nose.

It’s been four days since Stark’s party, four days since whatever the hell that conversation with Wanda had been, and her being only a few feet from you is enough to make your heart beat a little quicker.

”Would you like anything to eat?” you ask, because that’s the polite thing to do, and the silence is very quickly becoming overwhelming. “Or drink?”

Wanda takes a breath. “Could I have some water, if that’s okay?”

You nod, hopping off the bench. “Tap or bottle?”

”Whichever.”

You move over to the fridge, pull out a chilled bottle of water, and Wanda mutters a quiet thank you as she takes it from you. You move yourself back to your spot on the kitchen counter, picking up the tub of chocolate spread as a sort of awkward silence settles over you. You’re glad you can hear the TV from here, humming along quietly to the generic pop song playing from the living room.

“How’d you do on the popquiz?”

You look up, startled by the fact that she’s starting a conversation, and it takes a few seconds for you to recover.

”The Spanish one?” you ask. Wanda nods. You shrug. “Not too bad. You?” She shrugs a shoulder, drumming her nails atop the countertop. You breathe a laugh. “Top marks, huh?”

She looks sheepish all of a sudden. “Yeah.” You hum around a mouthful of chocolate spread, dragging your spoon along the edges of the plastic container. “Sorry,” Wanda says all of a sudden, “I didn’t bring it up to, like, try and gloat.”

You shrug. “I know, don’t worry.”

She nods, lips twisting into a tiny pout as she averts her eyes, and it’s an undeniably adorable sight.

Before you can spiral too far, you’re startled out of your thoughts when Iryna walks into the room. “Alright, all done. You ready to go, Wanda?”

As Wanda nods, turning towards the front door, you hop off the counter. “Oh, Mrs Maximoff, wait.” You pick up the envelope sitting on the bench and hold it out to her with a small smile. “This is yours.”

Iryna frowns, opening the unsealed envelope before immediately closing it and offering it back to you once she sees what’s inside. “Oh, love, you aren’t meant to pay me until Friday.”

Your eyes jump to Wanda, suddenly embarrassed about the whole thing. “Oh, no, it’s not - it’s not a payslip.”

Iryna and Wanda both look up at you with puzzled looks, and you do your best not to fidget. You twist your hands together in front of you. Iryna tries again, taking a step forward with a rushed, “Dear, I can’t take this,” but you shake your head.

“Really, Mrs Maximoff, it’s alright. It’s a birthday gift. My mother and I wanted to give you something, but we weren’t sure what kind of jewellery you like, so we thought we’d just give you the money to buy yourself something.”

Iryna’s eyes water a little as she gives you a smile, and your eyes flick almost on their own accord to Wanda, who’s watching the interaction closely, a thoughtful look on her face.

You swallow. “If you - But I mean, if you’d like, you could always bring over some of your paprikash,” you grin, and Iryna gives you a watery laugh as she steps over, taking your face in her hands and dropping kiss after kiss to your skin until you’re giggling.

“Oh, you darling angel,” she says, leaning back to look at you and smoothing the hair away from your face. “Thank you, dear, really.”

You nod softly as her hands fall away from your face, smiling shyly. “Of course. It’s the least we could do. Happy birthday, Mrs Maximoff.”

She takes a deep breath, checking her watch, and takes a step back. “Oh, we’ve got to get home,” she says. “Don’t want dinner to be too late. And good luck with the game on Friday, honey.” You nod as she turns to Wanda, kissing her cheek and briefly squeezing her hand as she steps past her. “Come on, love.”

Wanda presses her lips together as she looks at you with this look that you can’t really decipher, but the eye contact has your heart pounding in three seconds flat. She licks her lip, opens her mouth as if to say something, but is cut off by her mother in the doorway.

“Wanda, sweetheart.”

She blinks, looks away from you. “Coming, mama.”

-

You jump a little at the sound of three harsh knocks against your door, only just loud enough to be heard over the rain. Pausing the movie, you scramble off the couch, tripping a little on the blankets that get caught around your ankle.

You have no idea what you’re expecting when you swing the door open, but it sure as hell isn’t an absolutely drenched Wanda Maximoff holding what seems to be a tupperware container. You blank, unsure of what to do or say.

She breaks first, glancing down and back up again. “Um, hi,” she says.

You snap out of your little trance, stepping aside. “Hi, sorry. Come in.”

She steps inside, letting out a breath that gives away how cold she is as the door closes. She’s dripping down onto the hardwood floor, her hair sticking to her forehead and her cheeks. A tiny part of you wants to reach out and push the dark strands away. She looks nervous, you realise. Her knee is bouncing a little and her hands are gripping the plastic container like a lifeline, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she looks at you.

“Are you, uh, okay?” you ask, a little amused at her out of character behaviour. She blinks rapidly, nods a few times. “Why were you out in the rain?”

“I, um,” she clears her throat. “All of my friends are at Bucky’s, and when my ma found out we were going there, she gave me this—” She waves the container around a little, “—and asked me to bring it to you, ‘cause you’re only a few blocks away. But as soon as I started walking from Bucky’s it just started pouring and there was no point in turning around, uh, because they’ve all started drinking so Pietro couldn’t give me a lift, and I—” She cuts herself off with a laugh, presses a hand to her forehead as she shakes her head a little. “I’m rambling. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assure, trying not to get too caught up in how different she’s acting. This must be the real Wanda, you realise. Clumsy, shy, somehow even sweeter. “Is it, uh, the paprikash?”

Wanda nods, sticking it out towards you. The moment you take it, her hands are in front of her, fingers fiddling anxiously. You step into the kitchen to put the food in the fridge, half aware of Wanda’s cautious steps after you. You turn to look back at her, once again taking in her drenched appearance.

“Do you, uh, need a change of clothes?” you ask. “I’m sure I’ve got something that would fit you.”

Her cheeks colour, lips parting and eyebrows raising in surprise before she gets ahold of herself. “Oh,” she stammers. “Oh, no, that’s alright.”

You nod. “Okay, well, let me give you a lift, at least,” you offer, stepping towards her. Wanda shifts on her feet, eyes dropping from yours briefly. Your heart stutters. At her hesitation, you smile a little. “I can drop you around the corner, if you’d like.”

“Oh,” Wanda says, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, it’s not - it’s not like that, I just…” She licks her lip, and you do your best not to let your eyes get caught on the action. She exhales heavily through her nose. “Y/N, have you ever kissed anyone?”

It’s your turn to blush. You fail to speak for a few seconds, completely taken aback by the change in conversation.

“Uh.” You huff an embarrassed laugh. “I mean, at parties, yeah. And, I, uh, had a ‘boyfriend’ for a week in like, sixth grade.”

Wanda frowns. “I thought you were gay.”

You laugh again. “I am,” you say. “I didn’t know I was then. That was my last hurrah at being straight. Did a terrible job picking a boyfriend though, ‘cause we both turned out gay.”

Wanda tilts her head, genuine curiosity taking over her face. “Who was it?”

“Can’t tell you that,” you say quickly. Wanda nods, pushes a hand through her wet hair.

“Right, of course, sorry.” She swallows hard, seems to wrestle over her next words. “Have you ever, um, kissed… Carol?”

You frown, trying to get a read on her face, but it’s annoyingly difficult to do so. “No,” you say slowly. “I haven’t. We… aren’t dating, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay,” she says quietly. And then she says nothing more. There’s a few seconds of awkward silence, and you scratch at the back of your neck, grab your keys off the counter and stuff them in your hoodie pocket as you start to move past her.

“Okay, um, c’mon, I’ll give you a lift.”

Her hand flies out to catch your wrist, spinning you around to face her, but you don’t even get a word out before she’s cupping your jaw in her free hand and pulling your mouth down to hers. You freeze, shock taking over your body as soon as your brain catches up to what’s happening, but before you can relax, Wanda’s pulling back.

Her eyes leap up to yours, fear suddenly written all over her face, her cheeks flushing red. “I’m—” She sucks in a breath, dropping her chin. “Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t know what I was…”

“Hey.” Gently, you press under her chin until she lifts her face, her brows furrowed in confusion. Her breath catches when you lean in, slowly enough that she could back out if she wanted to. There’s a loud voice in the back of your head that’s screaming things like Stop and Jarvis and Straight, but they all go quiet when Wanda nudges forward that final inch to press your mouths together.

Her lips are so incredibly soft, and she tastes like spearmint gum and strawberry chapstick and it’s entirely addicting. She gasps softly against your mouth when you tease your tongue at her bottom lip, her fingers tangling into the drawstrings of your hoodie and tugging gently, keeping you close as your mouth moves slowly against hers.

You only pull back when your lungs are begging for air, and Wanda exhales shakily, leaning her forehead against yours as she fiddles with your hoodie and tries to catch her breath. Your chest feels like it’s bursting, an almost uncomfortable amount of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, and you can’t help your small smile when she takes half a step back and you catch her eyes.

She smiles then, too, a soft giggle slipping past her lips. “What…” You try and fail to smother your smile, having to look away from her, all too aware of your cheeks burning. “What’re you laughing about?”

She shrugs a little, still grinning even as she averts her eyes, too. “I’m - I’m not, just…”

“Have you… have you never…”

“Not girls,” Wanda says softly, eyes dropping to your mouth for long enough that it makes you a little dizzy. “Not… never a girl.”

Your heart skips. “Was… does it… I mean, was it… okay?” you ask quietly.

She nods. “Different,” she says. “But good. Good different. I—” Her face is pink all the way to the tips of her ears. It’s entirely endearing. “I liked it.”

“Okay,” you mumble, biting into your still tingling lip, averting your eyes again. “I, um, do you still… want a lift?”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Oh. Yes, please, if that’s okay.”

You clear your throat and nod softly. “Yeah. Uh, come on, then.”

You drive the six blocks in silence, Wanda staring out the window as you struggle to get your heart beating at a normal pace. The rain has eased a little, but it’s still loud against the roof of your car, filling the otherwise dead silent car. As you pull up to the curb out the front of Bucky’s house, the butterflies come back in full force.

“Thank you,” Wanda says softly, and you work up the courage to look at her. It’s a mistake, you realise; all your breath leaves you the moment your gaze meets hers, and the anxious look on Wanda’s face has your heart pounding all over again. You tear your eyes away, and Wanda takes a breath as she reaches for the door handle. But then, before she opens the door, she pauses. “Y/N?” You hum in acknowledgment, turn to look at her again. “Don’t… don’t tell anyone at school about this, alright?”

Your heart cracks a little, and you’re not sure why. What else had you expected, really?

Still, you give the girl sitting across from you a reassuring smile. “I won’t,” you tell her.

Wanda blinks, seems to hesitate for a minute before she decides against whatever it was she was thinking about. “I’ll - I’ll see you on Monday,” she says. “Thanks for the ride.” She gives you a tightlipped smile before she closes the door and jogs to the front door.

You watch Natasha pull her into a hug when she opens the door to the house, and when the redhead’s eyes flick to you, you feel caught, somehow. Even so, Natasha smiles and waves before pulling Wanda inside, and you let out a heavy sigh, thumping your head back against the headrest.

Idiot.

[harrysgoldenbum]

Sleepy girls

~unedited~

no warnings, just plain and simple fluff, and husbandrry and dadrry

Harry came home after spending the morning at the studio, he had a quick meeting with Jeff in regards to the album he is preparing to release in the next few months.

It was around lunchtime, when he walked into the house. He was expecting to hear his daughter babbling as Jiya preps lunch for the bab. But the house was silent. His daughter, Veera, had just learned how to walk, creating as much havoc as possible. She particularly enjoys making her mum and dad chase after her.

He drops his car keys in the key bowl by the garage door, and slid his shoes off. Calling out his wife's name, Harry went to search for the two girls.

As he turned the corner into the living room, he sees his wife laying on the yoga mat in the sunshine that is streaming from the sliding doors that lead to the backyard. Next to her was a smaller yoga mat laid out. Harry got it for Veera because she would often join him when he would meditate in the morning or join Jiya when she would do her stretches.

Jiya had started yoga when she was pregnant with Veera, to help with the back pain the additional weight caused. Her dark hair is in a messy braid and she is wearing some biker shorts and one of his old shirts. And on her back was his one-year-old daughter. Her chubby cheek was smooshed against her mumma's back. Veera's curly black hair was an unkempt mess. She probably wasn't in the mood to let her mum brush it out this morning. Her fist clenched the shirt and her legs were on the sides of Jiya's body, hugging her ribcage. Jiya's head rests against the back of her hands, and her ankles were crossed. Her black rose and fell deeply, telling Harry that they have been asleep on the floor for some time.

The sight made Harry pause. A wave of contentment washed over him as he observed his girls sleep in the natural warmth the sun provided. Turning on his heel, Harry treks to his office and pulls out his camera. Walking back to the living room, Harry takes the time to take a couple of pictures of his wife and baby.

Leaving them be, Harry moves to the kitchen to start lunch, he knows when his girls wake from their nap, they are going to be hungry.

It was around when he was halfway done with the meal he was preparing, that Harry felt a tiny body collide with his legs. Veera's chunky arms wrapped around his knee, her head tilted up to look at her dadda. "Hi princess. Sleep good?"

Her cheek rubbed against his trousers as she nodded her head. Harry dropped his hand to the top of her head and attempted to push her curls back and out of her face. With a grouchy look, she lifts her hand and rearranges her hair to her liking. With a light laugh, Harry bends down and picks her up. Resting her head on his shoulder, she quietly watches Harry finish making lunch. It's just a few minutes later he hears Jiya walk into the kitchen.

"Smells good, baby." Jiya whispers, as she comes up to him and presses up against his side. Pushing up on her toes, she presses a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Hmm... sleep well?"

"Backs a little sore with Princess here sleeping on it." she admits with a chuckle.

With a hum, Harry looks at his quiet daughter. She's a bit like Jiya when she first wakes up from sleep. Cuddly and quiet. Turning is attention back to his wife, with a suggestive tone, Harry promises, "Give you a nice massage later tonight, how's that?"

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okay so for a while I've wanted to write a desi character x harry fic, mainly for representation (bc I can't find many) and because I wanted to. anyways this idea randomly struck my mind. I had another concept that I've tried to write but it never worked out the way I wanted it to so maybe this is where i can start it

anyways, please let me know what you think. reblog and like :)

p.s. for those of you interested Veera means 'warrior princess' (which is why Harry calls her 'princess' for short and if I end up continuing this series, I'll touch more on that )

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masterlist // more of harry and jiya

[nervousgardenerkid]

no thoughts, head empty, just cutting your hair with steve—

i recently got a VERY gender affirming haircut (im non-binary and cut it super short it’s GREAT) but what most people don’t know is i originally cut it myself before going to a salon to get it more cleaned up because i’m not a professional hairdresser—

my mom is very conservative and refused to pay for a short haircut but after i cut my own hair she agreed to pay to have it trimmed and cleaned up so i won in the end actually

but i like to imagine steve is really good at cutting hair or at least at styling a bad haircut to make it look good until it can get actually fixed

much love <3

a/n: as someone who recently cut their own bangs i had to write this ASAP!! congrats on the haircut my beloved i'm glad you got to get it! i hope you enjoy this! credit to the gif owner <3

you stood at steve's door knocking frantically as tears streamed down your face. you just had to make sure you were going to get that haircut one way or another. you suggested to your very conservative mother that you wanted to try something new with your hair, something a teeny tiny bit shorter than what you usually do. when you showed her the picture in the magazine she laughed at you and said she refused to pay for something like that.

deciding to take matters into your own hands you decide to cut your own hair. was it a mistake? possibly, but your mom did say she'd pay for it to get fixed, you just didn't expect the hairdresser to make it the worst haircut you've ever seen.

steve swings the door open and looks confused when he sees his hoodie on you strings pulled and tied in a nice bow.

“babe what are you-”

“my hair is ruined!” you cried out while throwing yourself into steve’s chest. he let out a small oof and wrapped his arms around you bringing you inside.

“hey, i'm sure it's not that bad! let me see.”

you sniffled and shook your head. “it's so bad stevie.” you whimper out while starting to untie the bow”

“i'm sure you still look-” his words come to a halt as he looks at the choppy job the stylist did. tears begin to form as you throw the hoodie back on.

“i told you it was bad!”

he shushes you and pulls you close to his chest again. “it's not bad!”

“you're lying.” you mumbled out. he was, he knew he was lying but he'd never tell you that.

“come here, i'll show you how to style it and maybe trim it up a bit.” he takes you to his restroom sitting you on the toilet. he takes out some hair products and a pair of scissors.

“your mom has a lot of products.” you mumbled out.

steve cleared his throat. “these are uh, these are mine.” an awkward silence falls between you two before you let out a giggle. steve rolls his eyes and stands in front of you.

“you can laugh all you want but my lovely hair products are saving your life.” he mumbled while concentrating on your hair.

“where'd you learn to do this?” you asked him while turning your head to the side for him.

he shrugs his shoulders snipping off a piece of hair. “mom and dad were always gone, a boy can only go so long without getting a haircut.” he chuckled out. “i guess i just took matters into my own hands.” he shakes a can of hair product, mumbling for you to close your eyes and hold your breath. you do what he tells you letting out a hum when you hear him put the can down.

“thank you for saving me stevie”

he smiles and gives you a small kiss. “i'll always save you, especially from a hair crisis. i mean seriously, who has better hair than me?” steve’s heart skips a beat when you let out a laugh. he feels relieved seeing a smile return to your face.

he finished up whatever he was doing and stepped back with a smile on his face.

“what?” you ask.

“i'm so damn good at hair.”

you roll your eyes and get up to look in the mirror. you gasp looking at how much better your hair looks. the way he styled it made it frame your face perfectly and he did a great job at evening out the layers you had.

“steve this looks amazing!”

“i know right, i'm so-” you cut him off with a kiss, which he gladly accepts. when you pull away his eyes are still closed and you let out a giggle.

“earth to steve, are you okay- woah.”

steve has you sat on the edge of the sink his lips back in yours, his hands making your legs wrap around him. he pulls away, lips swollen and eyes clouded with lust. he has you at a loss for words as your mouth opened and closed quickly trying to figure you what you were going to say.

“thank you.” you squeaked out.

steve let's out a chuckle and plays with the ends of your newly cut hair, a smile on his face as he takes in your flustered state.

“you're welcome sweetheart.”

[teebarnes]

I Am Definitely In Love | Sebastian Stan x Reader

| Word Count: 600

| Summary: You are Sebastian's secret not so secret girlfriend that everyone is always asking about, especially on Sebastian's live-steams.

| Warning(s): Just pure fluff ballzzzz

A/N: I'm slowly getting back into the hang of posting again (wrote this a while ago, but I think I got this idea from tik tok maybe?). Also, this is me posting fics I wasn't too happy with but didn't want to waste the writing hehe... Enjoy!

All mistakes are my own, please do not repost, copy or translate my fics; all writing is my own.

Today, Sebastian was on a spontaneous live stream, something he would randomly do when he felt like it. His fans especially love his live streams and often ask about his girlfriend, knowing full well that he has a girlfriend; that question never shies away from the conversation. He set his phone up on the coffee table, so he didn't have to hold it.

Sebastian is going through all the comments saying hello to people in different countries. Scrolling through, he notices frequent comments like "where is your girlfriend?" Or "Can we see your girlfriend" and also "how is she?" All the while reading them out loud as he is on the live stream. You quietly chuckle to yourself as you're scooped up on the couch in front of him snuggled in one of his oversized hoodies watching the T.V. "I don't know actually, I should ask, shouldn't I?" He winks to the camera.

He looks up to you as your focus is on the T.V and your favourite series "How are you today, my love?" He asks; your focus on the T.V stops, and you carefully turn your head to him, both of you smiling at each other. He awaits your response as you make a serious face trying to give a genuine answer. He loved that about you; you thought a lot about things, and when you thought a lot, you gave the most meaningful answers.

However, today you smiled back at him, giving him two thumbs up with your hands before turning back to watch your show. You didn't want to reveal your voice as you knew some people would notice who you were, so that was your short answer.

He chuckled at you before looking back to the live "ah huh… well, she gave me two thumbs up, so I am assuming that she is super good" he looks back to you as you nod agreeably. He laughs before scolding back through the comments, "HE IS SO IN LOVE"… "awe oh my gosh, I hope they last forever"… "look at the way he smiles when he is with her" the comments continued, which made Sebastian blush more "thank you guys for all the kind comments" he laughed "I'm sure she appreciates them as well". He leans back into his chair, talking more and interacting with the fans.

An hour later, he is finishing his live stream…

He looks up to see you softly sleeping on the couch, snuggled in his hoodie with your face covered. He looked back to his phone, beginning to whisper, "alright guys, well that's the end of today's live.. I'll see you all next week. Thank you for joining me", stopping the live stream and closing Instagram, he quickly opens up the camera app. He takes a few photos of you snuggled before shoving his phone into the back of his pocket.

Sebastian wraps his arms around you, kissing you all over your face softly, "cmon baby, let's head to bed" your eyes slowly flutter open, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. He picks you up, carrying you like a koala "alright if that's how we're going to sleep", he laughs softly, walking the pair of you to your bed. He lays you down softly, taking his shirt off.

He hops in behind you. You unconsciously take the oversized warm jumper off, throwing it to the floor. He wraps his arms back around you, pulling you closer to his chest before kissing your cheek "goodnight, love", he smiled, pulling the blanket over the pair of you. "Night night", you chuckled before falling back to sleep in his arms, holding them in yours.

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[sweettodo]

a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

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Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Who knows when... - Wet Dream... Come true... (mini series) Part 1/?

Warnings: 18+ readers only. NSFW. Swearing, sex (protected sex), oral - male receiving, nakedness in the shower. I DON'T OWN HENRY CAVILL. THIS IS FICTION! NO MINORS!

"That's it, baby girl. Fuck. You're taking my cock so well." Henry moaned deep from in his chest.

His hips snapped, back and forth, pushing and pulling his thick cock inside your pussy. You moaned out loud as he sucked and licked your throat, wrapping your legs around his waist, wanting him to go deeper.

"Yes! Fuck, yes," You cried out. Your nails dug into his back, his shoulders, his waist, his backside, anywhere you put your hands. You pulled him closer. "Yes! Oh, Henry, I'm-"

You pushed yourself up in bed with a slight groan, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. Damn it, you wished your dream had never ended. You let out a tired yawn, stretching your sore muscles before sitting up a little more. The dream had been so real, you could have sworn your legs were aching, your pussy too. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and put your feet down on to the soft, fluffy carpet.

You looked up and finally noticed you weren't in your room. With a frown you pushed yourself to stand and slowly began to walk round the bed, looking for your clothes. Suddenly the door opened, startling you, freezing you in place as you came face to face with the man who'd taken you home.

"You're awake," He smiled at you.

"It wasn't a dream," You gaped at him, "... I'm actually stood naked in front of Henry Cavill." You groaned, covering your face as you dropped onto the bed in embarrassment.

Henry chuckled softly, "I'm not complaining." He smirked before he reached up behind the door and took down his dressing gown. "Here, put this on." He kindly offered you it.

"Thank you," You blushed as you acceptd his dressing gown. You held in the giggle that threatened to break as you tied the belt around your waist. Being Henry's, it was far too big for you but it was warm.

Henry sat beside you on the bed with a soft smile on his face. You looked cute in his dressing gown, and after you've finished with it, it would smell like you. Henry cleared his throat and tore his gaze from you. "Do you remember last night?"

Oh yes. Now that you were fully awake and had come face to face with your 'wet dream', last night had come flying back, crystal clear and in detail. "Yes." You answered meekly. Your cheeks flush as you thought about the details of last night.

Henry grinned, "Good."

You looked up to him with a shy smile. "Good."

Henry let out a low chuckle. "You look cute when you get shy." He teased giving you a playful nudge making you blush a little more and hide your face in his fluffy dressing gown. "Would you like to join me for a shower?"

Your eyes widened a little in confusion. "I thought, you'd be wanting me to... hmm, leave."

"I thought you said you didn't do one night stands?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. So he did remember one of our many conversations from last night.

You shook your head. "I don't. I just thought, you might want rid of me." You whispered and looked down bashfully.

Henry shook his head and let out a soft sigh, "Y/N, I said last night that I really liked you. And I meant it." He smiled softly at you. "Is that okay?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip. "... Yes," You smiled looking up to him, only then noticing what he was wearing. Your mouth water as you watched the sweat trickle done his neck and his chest, making his chest habit stick to him and - "What time is it?" You cleared you thriat and the dirty thoughts clouding your mind.

Henry looked down, "Oh, still early. I had to go take Kal out for a walk, ended up having a run." He chuckled softly. You nodded with a smile. "So, shower?"

You nodded and blushed a little, before you looked around the room. "Oh, hmm... Where are my things?"

Henry smirked playfully as he stood up from the bed. "I thought you said you remembered last night?" He asked walking out of the room.

You rolled your eyes, "Well, when Henry Cavill is literally fucking your brains out, you tend to forget where you dropped your things."

Henry laughed heartily as he walked back into the room holding your things in his hands. "When you put it like that." He teased placing your things beside you on the bed. "Do what you need to and I'll get the shower going." He smiled softly at you.

You nodded thanking him and waited until Henry walked into the bathroom before you fell back onto the bed with a deep breath. You just needed a minute to collect your thoughts.

Last night actually happened. Your flat mate had asked you to be her plus one to her works party. You'd only been there an hour when you'd tripped in your friends stupid heels she'd made you wear and fallen into someone. That someone had been Henry, and thankfully he was more than happy with the accident. The two of you ended up talking all night and then, well, you woke up the next morning in Henry's bed after a night full of mind blowing sex.

"Y/N?" Henry called out from the bathroom. His voice mixed with the sound of running water filled your stomach with butterflies.

"Coming!" You answered quickly, pushing yourself up from the bed.

Henry was already in the shower by the time you entered the bathroom. You could see his silhouette through the steam and the glass of the shower. It only just occurred to you that you were actually going to be in the shower with Henry, naked, and fully sober.

"Are you getting in, or just going to watch me?" Henry asked with a playful tone.

You licked your lips at the thought of just watching Henry wash himself. "I'm coming,"

You smiled, and quickly pulled open the dressing gown, taking a quick sniff of it, melting a little as you breathed in the scent that was Henry. Once you'd safely hung the dressing gown up, you took a deep breath and stepped round the glass door. Your eyes bugged a little and your mouth hung open as you came face to face with Henry's naked back and arse.

"Fuck," You muttered to yourself.

"I could say the same thing," Henry looked over his shoulder with a smug smirk. He turned around and faced you, "Come here." He held his hand out to you.

You took his hand and stepped forwards until you were under the stream of water. You instantly closed your eyes and relaxed as the water ran down your body. A soft gasp past your lips and your eyes shot open as Henry lightly moved his hands up your arms.

"Do you have to be somewhere today?" Henry whispered.

"No plans made.. Yet."

"Good." Henry smiled at you.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours as he moved his hands to your back, pulling you closer to him, pressing your body against his. He ran his tongue between your lips and slipped it into your mouth, pulling a soft moan from you.

You gripped onto Henry's arms as he pushed you gently against the cool, fogged glass of the shower. Your tongue licked at Henry's as he squeezed your waist.

He pulled back with a deep breath, "Sorry." He let out a breathless chuckle making you giggle.

"No you're not."

"No, I'm not." He gave you a smug smile.

You smiled up at him, placing your hand on his hard chest, "I don't want you to think I'm being a cock tease, or anything," You bashfully looked down. Henry's hard cock stood between the two of you, practically making you drool as you eyed it. "But, maybe having sex in the shower, without protection, isn't the best idea."

Henry nodded, taking in another deep breath and stepped back a little from you. "Of course... You're absolutely right," He cleared his throat.

A silent groan left you as your eyes danced over Henry's naked body. He was a God! You licked your lips and reached out, grabbing his hand making Henry looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't I still need to repay you for something?" You asked with a playful smile.

Henry's head tilted to the side as he tried to think of what you meant. "I don't -" His breathe caught in hi throat as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock. "Fuck,"

You bit your lip as you got on your knees in front of Henry and looked up at him through your eyelashes at him, giving them a bat before saying, "Do you want me stop?"

Henry shook his head gulping. "No." He growled, his eyes fixed in your hand as you slowly, teasingly stroke him.

Your eyes fell to his cock before you. It was a beautiful sight, you could admire Henry all day. You slid your hand down to the base of his cock, cupping his balls in your palm as you ran your tongue down the length of him and back to the tip. Henry groaned deeply as you repeated the action once more before you wrapped your lips around his tip.

"Fuck," He moaned with closed eyes.

You were glad Henry didn't have an overly long cock (not that it wasn't big - it was). You were able to fit most of him into your mouth, and deep throat him before pulling off to stroke him again. Your eyes water a little as you caught your breath but it didn't bother you, the sounds Henry was making above you spurred you on. You used your other hand to play with his balls, licking up the length of him again before taking him back into your mouth. You bobbed slowly up and down, adding light pressure to his balls as you did.

"Shit. Baby, don't stop," One of Henry's large hands fell to the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of him as he slammed his other against the wall. "Fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cu-" Henry groaned from deep in his chest as you sucked and licked him as he came.

You moaned, the taste of him on your tongue making you wetter than you thought possible. You pulled off him and smirked up at him. You enjoyed seeing him like this.

Henry panted, trying to catch his breath. "That-" He ran a hand down his face, "Fuck, that was hot." He chuckled breathlessly and helped you off the tiled floor. "Perhaps, we should shower later..." He grinned at you making your eyes widened and light up with lust as he pulled your body against his. "We've got plans, now."

[bee-agere]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could write an Imagine about Karl were his headspace is like 2 or 3 with a fem Cg (if thats ok if not Gn is ok too). So I was maybe thinking of the Live stream were he get's the Tattoo that after that he regresses but Y/N isn't near so Jimmy calls her and gives Karl the Paci and a stuffed dog that he has in an Emergency Bag and when Y/N showes up he's all Cuddly.

Promise

Little!Karl Jacobs x CG!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: mentions of needles, fear of needles, tattoos

Notes: I finally got something written! 💖 I love writing little Karl, he’s one of the MCYT’s that I see being the most little. ☺️ I hope you enjoy this, and sorry for the long wait! 💜

Karl looked down at the two simple dots inked onto his hand, tears still fighting to run past his eyes. The tattoo had been finished about 5 minutes ago, but he still continued to feel the overwhelming anxiety. It made him feel fuzzy, the fuzzy feeling he had when he was small. It was pounding against his skull in a way he couldn't ignore any longer.

Jimmy was close by, watching Karl carefully. He had a feeling he'd regress after such a stress-inducing situation, it was natural for Karl. When he saw him curl up and hide his face in his knees, he knew it was time to step in. Jimmy excused himself from the livestream, letting Chris take over. He kneeled down beside the little, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

"Where Mama?" Karl asked, his words slightly muffled.

"I'll call her, okay? She'll be here soon." Jimmy explained, "In the meantime..." He reached to Karl's bag and pulled out Karl's emergency pacifier and dog stuffie. "Maybe these will help you feel a little better?"

Karl's head left his knees in curiosity as he looked over at the mentally-older man. He gave a small gasp and smile, taking the dog and pacifier from Jimmy's hands. He put the pacifier in his mouth and hugged his stuffie, sniffing slightly.

Jimmy pulled out his phone, standing up from his knees. He dialed your number and listened as it rang twice, before a "hello" was heard from the other end.

"Hey, Y/N. Could you come here? Karl regressed after he got his tattoo, so now he wants you." Jimmy explained the situation to you. "I gave him stuff from his emergency bag, but he'd still a little upset." You nodded, though he couldn't see it.

"I expected that. I'll be there soon." You said. After hanging up, you immediately got your shoes on and drove to where the livestream was taking place.

Jimmy tried his best to take care of Karl in the meantime, trying his best to distract him. Karl didn’t speak much, he never did when he was upset. Jimmy did most of the talking, trying to distract the littles mind until you arrived.

When Jimmy saw the door open and saw you walk in, he breathed a sigh of relief. You ran over and kneeled next to Karl, putting a hand on his hand.

“Hey, honey.” You greeted him. Karl’s head popped over to look at you, a sudden smile on his face, despite the old tears on his face.

“Mama!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your neck. You pulled him closer and hugged him, rubbing his back soothingly. “Wherwed you go?”

“I was just at home, honey. It’s alright.” You said comfortingly as Karl snuggled into your neck, his stuffed animal still in his arms.

“Don’t weave me again! Never ever, mama!” He begged, pulling away from your neck to look at you. You smiled softly, kissing the boy’s forehead.

“Never ever. Promise?” You held out your pinky finger for him to latch onto.

He connected his pinky to yours. “Pwomise!”

[symphonicmetal101]

OM Reacts to MC Towel Dropping on Live(?)

Saw this. Other WIPS can wait, here we go.

Shorter than usual, sorry.

LUCIFER

You waltzed into his office with a towel wrapped around yourself, and your phone angled down on yourself.

Levi and Asmodeus had given you a shoutout, and as payment, you were supposed to try and prank Lucifer.

As you walked in, you explained to your viewers that you were dressed in just a towel because you lost a bet to Mammon, (lies), but you had promised a tour of HOL for them, and of course, you would deliver

Lucifer was glaring at you the whole time, not pleased that you had interrupted his workflow.

"Sorry Lucifer!" You turned to leave, but faked a gasp as you dropped the towel.

His head shot up, but upon seeing you dressed, he returned to his work.

"You'll come by later for your punishment." Was it for the prank? Was it for the interruption? We'll never know.

MAMMON

You had lost a bet to Asmo, so now you had to give a tour of HOL on live while wearing just a towel.

You weren't completely comfortable with that, so you compromised on pranking Mammon by making him think you were naked and live-streaming.

You walked into his room, explaining the bet, and how you weren't wearing anything underneath.

His head immediately shot up from his phone and he approached you as you went on about his room and where you were headed next. You were interrupted by Mammon asking, "Are ya sure the towel is a good idea? Any bet with Asmo is sure ta be a bad one."

"No, it's fine. Besides, I don't back out of stuff like this."

But just as you saw him get close, you gasped as the towel started to fall.

He was quick to react, grabbing you around the waist, spinning you around, and slapping your phone out of your hand, and yelling, "THIS IS WHY YA DON'T DO BETS WITH ASMO!"

He was still facing the opposite way when you started to laugh hysterically.

"OI, HUMAN, THIS AIN'T SOMETHIN TO LAUGH-" he had turned to look at you, and saw that you still had clothes on.

He basically dropped you and went to go pick up your phone instead.

He pointed it back at you, "Here's MC everyone, in all their glory." You were red in the face, doubled over while laying on the floor, and laughing your ass off still

A couple incoherent words came out, until you glanced at your phone and saw a new crack.

Your voice and face dropped to complete seriousness. "Mammon....you cracked my phone."

His eyes widen, and in a moment of desperation he starts running away, phone still in hand, and your viewers hearing you yell and chase after him

LEVIATHAN

He knew you were planning on live streaming today- you had told him that so you were able to enter his room without knocking or startling him.

He had only turned for a moment to glance at the door, to make sure it really was only you, however something seemed off

What was "off" was you wearing a towel instead of clothing

"M-MC! WHY ARE YOU IN ONLY A TOWEL?!!" His face was bright red, and his hand covered his mouth. He was trying not to stare at you, but the temptation was very strong.

You paused for a moment. You must have forgotten to tell Levi you were planning a prank on Mammon for this stream as well.

Unfortunately for Levi, he was too easy to tease.

"Oh? It was a dare. I'm hoping it doesn't fall off, but it's slipped a couple times already-"

Levi made a noise that can't accurately be explained, but he was clearly embarrassed.

"It's ok, I'll go now." However as soon as you turned around, you let the towel fall.

Levi moved at light speed with his demon form out, using his hands to grab your phone and his tail to push you out and close the door, panicking.

You waited for a few seconds outside his door.

Once he opened his door, he bashfully handed you your towel and phone with his head hung in defeat. He had read the comments on what had happened.

"Stupid normie....don't do that again."

SATAN

"And now the library, where our resident bookworm, Satan, thrives."

Satan didn't even bother looking up, he just put a finger to his lips, "shhhh."

You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, can you give us a brief history of the library Satan?"

He looks up at you this time, is about to respond, but closes his mouth and cocks his eyebrow at you.

"...Yes, but first tell me why you're in a towel."

"I felt like it." You sauntered over to him, standing next to him while he sat on the couch.

"Yeah, ok." You were shocked when he pulled the towel down. Obviously you were wearing clothes underneath, but it had shocked you nonetheless.

"Satan! Why did you do that?!" You tried to pout, but his low chuckle made it difficult to keep up your facade.

"You don't just decide to wear a towel as clothes. Also, at that point, your camera wasn't on you, so even if you were naked underneath, I would have had the best view in the Devildom, and no one else."

You blushed slightly and cursed him for ruining your prank, but he just chuckled.

"MC, maybe next time have a better answer."

ASMODEUS

"Please MC?! It would be so cute!"

Asmo had been begging you to do a tiktok trend where one partner would walk in on the other naked. He wanted to stage it so he could practice his reaction face.

"Asmo, no. Also, wouldn't you want it to be genuine?"

He sighed, but agreed it would be better that way.

So when you popped into his room wearing a towel and phone in hand, he got really excited.

"Ooh~ MC! What's going on, love?" He leaned back in his bed, taking you in.

You give him a sultry look and dropped the towel, the camera in front of you to record his face when you revealed your outfit.

"O- aw MC! That outfit is adorable!" He got up and came up to you, and whispered in your ear, loud enough for your viewers to hear, "but it would look even more stunning on my floor."

He leaned back leaving you flustered and waving at your viewers.

BEELZEBUB

You walked into the kitchen with just your towel on

At first Beel thought you just got hungry while you were in the shower, and since your room is nearby, you decided to get a snack before changing.

But then he heard you talking on the phone

Well, to the phone.

Was that a video?

He slowly came up behind you

"....MC, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Beel. I'm just doing a livestream-"

"In a towel?" He finished.

"Uh, yeah. I lost a bet, so now I have to stream in just thi-"

Two things happened. Your towel started to slip forward unintentionally and...

Beel had put it back up and wrapped you in his sweater.

"Wear this for now. The bet said nothing about me interfering, right?"

You wrapped his sweater closer to yourself and thanked him.

"Do you want to eat with me before you go?"

BELPHEGOR

Man's was asleep, ofc, but you were about as quiet as an airplane when you came into the room.

He pretended to still be asleep so that you would come closer, he didn't care that you were live streaming.

"And this heap contains a Belphegor in his natural habitat."

His eyes opened slightly, only to see you in a towel. He thought he was sneaky, but you had seen him

So you let the towel drop

And that was probably the quickest Belphie has ever moved. He pulled you into his blankets so fast you dropped your phone.

"....wait..you were dressed?" Your laughter answers his question.

"How dare you. You're stuck with me now. Tell your viewers you'll stream another time."

Ok, I might do the others later, but idk.

@mmysticm @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads

Hopefully you guys like this✌

Masterlist

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Miss Mafia | jhs (m)

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

rating: 18+

word count: 15.5k sorry not sorry :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

enjoy reading!

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

"Miss!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you already found something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mam! Mam!"

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

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

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

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

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

"WHAT??!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes mam!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoseok.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if you could?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight Hope."

"Goodnight Y/n."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BITCH!!"

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

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you Hope."

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

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genre + warnings: fluff; timeskip!kuroo, streamer!kenma, baby kuroo (like his kid not him), the word poggers is used

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: for reading purposes, oji (叔父上) is uncle and oba (叔母様) is aunt, doraemon is that bluecat thing with no ears ,, next imagine is gender neutral pronouns

"You should let Y/n play a round," Kenma reads off the chat. "I would but she has to go to the store."

"Either way I can't when I get back, I have to babysit," You say standing up from your chair beside Kenma. "I'll see you later bub." You peck his cheek before putting your rolling chair off to the side and leaving the room. 

You had decided to go out to get some groceries before Kuroo came by with his daughter, Tomiko, for you to babysit. His wife had gone on a business trip and he had an important meeting to attend. You agreed since you and Kenma mainly work from home. 

About ten minutes later, you pull into the parking lot of your local grocery store and get a phone call from Kuroo. "Hello?" You ask.

"Hey, I know I said four but apparently the meeting is being pushed up two hours. Can I drop off Miko right now?" Kuroo rushed.

"Oh, I'm not home, Kenma is. Just drop her off, he's streaming but it should be fine. I just got to the store," You say. "If you need it, the spare key is in the lamp above the door."

"Thank you so much Y/n, I owe you again!" He says before ending the call. Kuroo turns to his babbling daughter and swoops her up. "Come on babe, you're going to Oji's."

Kuroo gets all of her stuff ready before heading out. He texts Kenma that he's coming over but to his luck, no response. Kenma was too absorbed in his match of Valorant to reply to his best friend. Once at the front door, he knocks but again, no response. Kuroo reaches up to get the key and unlock the door himself. 

Tomiko began to babble louder as she recognized the living room. Kuroo kicks off his shoes and walks over to the streaming room. "Come in!" Kenma called after his best friend knocks. He turns to see him and Tomiko and tilts his head. "I thought you weren't coming until later?"

"I texted you and I think Y/n texted you too," Kuroo points out. Kenma quickly checks his phone and looks back up at chat. "She said it was fine to leave Miko with you."

"Hah?" Kenma turns back to him. "I'm playing solo queue and I just started stream."

"Miko can sit on your lap and watch. She does that with me at least," Kuroo strides over, placing his daughter on Kenma's lap. "I will see you later, and Kenma don't forget my baby is in your lap."

Kuroo quickly exits before turning to camera. Tomiko reaches at his desk but Kenma moves his keyboard, controller and mouse forward to avoid any accidents. "Uhm...Tomiko meet chat," Kenma awkwardly holds up his niece to the camera and a spam of heart eyes flood the chat. 

He was never one for taking care of kids or at least fond of it. When Tomiko was born, he obviously knew he had to watch her at one point but every time he did, you were there to help him. The entire topic of kids always been pushed back ever since you two got married. You were the one with baby fever while he didn't necessarily want to have a kid just yet.

Kenma sets her back down on his lap and notices her reaching for something on his desk. "Oh, did you want that?" He asks, pointing at the small cat plush on his desk. Tomiko's only response, because she's barely one, was to smack the table. Kenma reaches over, handing the toy to her. "Y/n got that for me, but you can play with it as long as you don't- drool on it." He finishes his sentence as Tomiko nibbled at its ear.

"Tomiko is so cute!"

"Awww! You and Y/n should have a kid!"

"Tomiko eating the cat is pog lol."

Many more comments flood in as Kenma admires the baby on his lap. He snaps out of his staring and looks back at the Valorant lobby. He switches to just his camera overlay and changes the title of the stream from "solo queue is poggers" to "idk yet i have a baby with me."

"I can't really play Val with you on me Miko," He turns to chat to see any suggestions. "Draw things with her on a paint studio? Maybe...Let her watch you play Minecraft...I like the drawing suggestion." Kenma replies to the comments. He carries Tomiko to the other side of room to get his drawing pad. He realizes his issue with moving the drawing pad and places Tomiko on his couch. 

Tomiko doesn't move an inch as she watches her uncle move his big drawing pad. "Baba," She calls out. "Wan Baba." Kenma immediately knew that meant she wanted you. 

"Sorry Miko, Oba isn't here right now," He says placing down the drawing pad. After hearing his words, Tomiko began to whine at him. "Oh no, no, no, don't cry." Within an instant, Tomiko began to cry, slapping her hands on the couch. Kenma goes to carry her but she smacks his shoulder in protests.

"Baba! Wan Baba!" She cries. Kenma seats himself, only to see sympathetic comments.

"Miko look, look," He attempts to show her the plush she was previously chewing. She swats the toy away, still wailing to see you. "Uhm...I don't know what to do, Y/n usually takes care of her."

Tomiko continues to cry, smack, and scream for you to come get her, leaving Kenma lost in how you always kept her from crying. He looks around for something to help and spots his headphones. A thought comes to mind and he quickly types in his search bar on his computer. Soon after, the opening to Doraemon starts to play.

Her crying ceases as she looks on the screen to see her favorite blue cat. "Is that better?" He asks. "How about...we draw him?"

Tomiko watches as Kenma lowers the music down and opens his drawing software. She began to calm down yet her breath was still stuttering. Kenma sketches out Doraemon and Tomiko began to smile slightly. "Do you want to color it?" He points to the drawing pad. He switches it to touch screen mode as she reaches to touch it. "What color do you want?"

"Boo," She says. Kenma switches the color to blue before Tomiko starts scribbling on Kenma's drawing. Tomiko's sniffles slightly as he wipes off her tears with his sleeves. 

"She's better now, yeah I'm glad she is," Kenma responds to his chat. "Miko, what else do you like to do...Nevermind you can't talk and I'm dumb."

"Jellwy?" She asks. 

"Jelly?" Kenma tilts his head at her. "What do you mean by jelly?"

"Jelly cups maybe?"

"Jell-o?"

"What if she's saying a video game with jelly?"

"Jellwy," Tomiko looks away from the screen to look at Kenma. "Jellwy fly!"

"Jelly fly?" Kenma stares at her intensely. "What jelly flies? Do you mean like slime rancher?" Kenma exits out the drawing software, changing the title of the stream beforehand, and opens the opens Slime Rancher. 

Tomiko's eyes light up and a smile grows on her face. She giggles cheerfully as Kenma began to play one of his old saves. More comments roll in as Tomiko's adorable noises captures the viewer's hearts. Kenma smiles as she is finally happy in his lap and not crying out for someone else. 

About twenty minutes into the game, you arrive home to find the two still streaming. "Hi bub," You peek in. Tomiko sat up at the sound of your voice. She shifts around in Kenma's lap to look over his shoulder. "And hi Miko! Were you playing with Oji?" 

"Baba!" She cheered. You walked over, expecting her to reach out to you but she seats herself back onto Kenma. "Pay jellwies." She points to the screen.

"Oh Jiji's playing jellies?" You leaned down and kissed Kenma, also prompting Tomiko to push your face away from his. "Ok missy, how about, we let Jiji stream and we can go make dinner?"

"No! Wan jellwies!" She argued. 

"She's fine here, I don't mind her. Chat loves her anyways," Kenma says. "Miko, do you want to show Oba your drawing?"

Tomiko smacks the table as an agreement and he switches monitors to show you the messily colored Doraemon. "Wow Miko, good job," You praised. "I especially like that Oji added ears to him."

"Oh, he doesn't have ears?" He asks. You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Anyways, let me know when dinner is done so I can end stream. Miko and I have important slime farming to do." You roll your eyes, pecking Tomiko and Kenma. 

Right when you finish cooking dinner, Kuroo arrives to get Tomiko. Kenma explains his day to his best friend after ending his stream, leaving him to smother his daughter with kisses. "Do you want to hang out with Oji again?" He asks. Miko nods and holds out her hand for Kenma to high five. "Thank you again. I'll treat you to dinner when the Mrs's comes back."

You say your goodbyes and turn to Kenma who was setting the table. You go to the stove, plating everything when you felt a pair of arms around your waist. "I want a baby," Kenma muffled into your shoulder.

"You want a what?" You chuckled.

"Miko needs a cousin," He says. Kenma pulls away from your back and stood beside you. "Can we get a baby now?"

"Bubs, we can't just buy a baby," You laughed. "Tomiko gave you baby fever, huh?"

"Maybe," He says. "Also we can babysit Miko anytime Kuroo asks."

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That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

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My quote is "That kind of love never dies"

Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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