#there's a chance she'll try to flip back up but fingers crossed

[mod2amaryllis]

BABY THIS IS YOUR HOLE. IT WAS MADE FOR YOU.

[theglitterypages]

Title: Potty Mouth

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: (Just Guess how this would go LOL)

Warnings: 18+ language

Word Count: 1000+

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“Woah Levi! I can smell you from where I stood! You're risking it all now, are you?” Hanji teased as she saw Levi came out of his room all dressed up, he's not wearing his uniform but he's all fancy.

“Where is she?” Levi asked as he fixed his collar anxiously, Hanji laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder lightly, “With her brother, Erwin is probably telling her to pass some papers to Pixis, she'll be leaving soon. Better take your chances, Levi." After that, Hanji left Levi alone, she knew she had to give him time to prepare himself today.

Levi's chest was pounding as he made his way to Erwin's office, he's silently praying that she's still in Erwin's office because if she's already gone then everything that he prepared for a week would all be wasted.

When he knocked at Erwin's office he straightened his posture and he stood so stiff to the point that he looked awkward as he stare at the wooden door.

“Oh, it's just Captain Levi. Come on in, Cap.” You smiled as you saw the Captain outside but your mouth gaped open when your eyes settled in the clothes that he's wearing, he's not wearing his usual casual clothes, did he buy these new clothes or this is just the first time you've seen him wear these?

When you realized that you've been staring at him for so long you blinked twice and opened the door wide enough to let him in, “Do you have something to say to Erwin?” you whispered as you glanced at your brother whose back was facing you and Levi.

After closing the door you gestured Levi to sit across from you, “Erwin, Captain Levi is here.” you spoke, trying to get your brothers attention, Erwin has been spacing out a lot these days it may be because of what's happening but you gotta help your brother keep his sanity.

“Oh Levi, what brought you here?”

“About this...mission.” Levi meaningfully looked at Erwin as he licked his lower lip, his commander is the first one to know of his feelings for you, at first Levi was scared of what Erwin would think but Erwin was not surprise at all when Levi admitted that he has feelings for you, Erwin even laughed and told him that he already knew and ever since that day Erwin was generous enough to purposely let you and Levi work together.

“You gave him a mission?” you asked your brother and Erwin grinned at you as he hummed while tapping he fingers in his table, “Captain Levi started this mission by himself, I'm just helping out because he's having a hard time.” there was something off with his tone yet you chose to ignore it, instead you stood up and looked at Levi.

“Seems like the two of you are gonna have a long talk, I must go to Mr. Pixis now.”

“You don't have to lady Smith, your brother himself summoned me. Oh Captain Levi, you're looking good, finally going for it?” Pixis suddenly entered the room with a grin as he looked at Levi.

Levi shifted on his seat uncomfortably, hating how everyone's teasing him right now, this made the whole situation much worse, he's embarrassed and his mind is blank! “Can I take your seat lady Smith? Just seat beside the Captain, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind.” Pixis told you, his cheeks are crimson red, the old man is drunk again.

You sat down beside Levi and you felt yourself shiver when your knees met.

“We're actually fixing schedules for trainings again, do you have any suggestions?” your brother asked.

“I'd have to take your sister with me Erwin. Her skills would be useful in teaching new recruits.”

Erwin tried his best not to laugh at Levi, his ears are getting red while you are oblivious of everything happening. Pixis crossed his arms over his chest as he observes the two of you, he thinks that you and Levi are an interesting pair, he's wondering how the two of you would work as a couple.

“Would you mind that?”

“Not really, I'd be glad to be in Captain's service.”

“I'm glad too.” Levi said as he tried acting cool, Erwin internally shook his head, this whole thing is ridiculous. Levi is so bad at flirting, he couldn't even say anything and that was when an idea popped into his mind.

“Sunny.” Erwin calls you using your nickname, and your eyes immediately shot up, your brother has a devious smirk when he looked at you and you'd be glad to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He knew about you having crush on the Captain, he was at first professional all about it but lately He's been teasing you a lot and you hated him for that.

“Captain Levi looks good today right? I wonder what's gotten into him, he's all dressed up, he even showered his new perfume.” you narrowed your eyes at Erwin as you cross your legs, your gaze landed at Levi then, you looked at his whole before looking back at your brother with a smirk, if this is how your brother would plan to humiliate you in front of your crush you better turn the tables.

“He always look good but heck yeah, he looks better today but—”

“But what?” Levi immediately questioned, curious of what's going on in your head. Did he mess up? Did he did his haircut badly? No that's impossible he already perfected the art of cutting his own hair what went wrong with his get up today?

“I prefer your old perfume, Captain.”

Levi frowned while his adams apple bobbed up and down as he look at your eyes, he could hear his own heart go beat crazy fast while you look at him. “I wear no perfume, this is my first time to use one.” you almost choke in your own saliva while your eyes widened.

Goddamn all this time that scent you've been searching for doesn't exist because it was Levi's natural scent?!

You loved his scent so much that you spent some of your days looking for perfumes that would smell like him, creepy yes but can anyone blame you?

“Oh my bad, I gotta go Captain, Sir Pixis and brother mine. I have stuffs to do.”

You stood up as you flipped your hair over your shoulder but Pixis called you before you could even leave the room.

“How good looking Captain Levi is?”

You eyed the old man with suspicion, Pixis has been teasing you too about the Captain but you highly doubt that Erwin told him about you crushing on Levi but if he did, then Erwin is the shittiest brother ever.

“Do you guys want me to be honest or...”

“BE HONEST.” the three men answered.

You pursed your lips together and playfully looked at Levi, you're gonna make sure your brother would be the one who's embarassed and not you. He might scold you later but seeing his face once you do it would be fucking beautiful. “Can you stand up for me, Captain?” Levi immediately complied but his hands were secretly shaking that's why he stuffed them inside his pockets.

You walked towards Levi and let your fingers played with his collar as you tilt your head side by side as if inspecting his face, those gray eyes would be the death of you and that jawline could cut your fingers once you run them on it but you won't mind.

“Captain Levi looks so good, Id let him tie me up on his bed, he looks so damn good I'd drop on my knees and I'd gladly let him ruin any other man for me. Is that enough for you guys to hear?”

Erwin's jaw literally dropped on the floor when you suddenly grabbed Levi by his collar just to press your lips on his.

“Yummy.” you whispered teasingly.

When you let Levi go, he immediately felt his knees weakened while you made your way towards the door.

“SUNNY! OUR MOTHER DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!” Erwin yelled.

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G O L D

chapter one

summary: [y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him]

word count: 4222

pairing: stripper!y/n and gangleader!harry

warnings: violence, vulgar language, sexual acts, alcohol and drug

to be honest, i was a little hesitant to post it here and i don’t know if this story will blow up on tumblr or get many notes but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. i just want to share what i’ve been working on that kept you guys waiting for almost a year lol sorry about that. But yes, she’s finally here!! I posted first on wattpad before i put it here, I felt like the only way to reach out more people to read it it’s through that. And also, i decided to use a name on wattpad but I’d use the term ‘y/n’ on tumblr. Enjoy it all my loves! Give me feedbacks!💜

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Harry fixes the collar of his sheer black shirt before tucking it neatly inside the black trousers he's currently wearing. He normally goes something more extravagant for going out. His closet is filled with colourful ruffles and Hawaiian shirts along with 'more than one colour' suits. However tonight, he needs to lay low for a bit. Especially when he's about to step into one of the most famous strip clubs in New York in an hour to meet up with the manager.

He's very much aware of the reputation he has put on himself out there. Though there's no use of camouflage and hiding, he still doesn't want a cause a scene,

Yet.

His hand lifts a bottle of Tom Ford from the dresser before spraying it twice on his neck. Stepping away from the full length mirror, he grabs his cross necklace from the bed before putting the accessory around his neck as he walks out of the room.

"Talk to me Reece" his heavy accent echoes the hallway as he walks downstairs, watching his few men pocketing their weapons,

Reece, the brown skinned man with tattoos nods. "He's there. Just got a word from Bianco. He appears isn't expecting you, Boss. However I do believe he knows you're coming soon. The club is far too crowded than usual but Bianco is taking care of that right now." He informs, showing him the message on the phone,

Harry can only scoff, nodding at him as a thank you. "That son of a bitch should've. Owes me more than fucking money." He mutters, inserting the .45 ACP inside his gun holster. "The car's ready?"

Nodding, Reece leads Harry down towards the basement. "As requested. Lamborghini Murcielago in blue hera. Pack with 640 PS and 471 kW, rules around 213 mph if you consider on hit and run. Still, I pack a standard Aeropack wing if you wanna go slow tonight. The windows? Bulletproof. In case anyone tries to kill you." Harry knows he's only joking about the last part. No one dares try to kill him before he does it. It's a pattern that everyone knows by now.

Harry lets out a low whistle, softly shaking his head as the machine beauty appears. Tracing lightly with his ring cladded fingers along the hood of the car. "Not planning to hit and run tonight, Reece. Not even thinking about racing down the street with my weapon outside the window. You don't have anything more. . . Less attractive?" He questions, still staring at the gorgeous car ahead of him,

"You know I don't do less, boss." Reece winks playfully, laughing to himself as he watches Harry roll his eyes. "Besides. Who knows you'll get yourself a bird tonight, eh? Take her out on a stroll before bringing her home to your place. Women love fast cars." He comments, pressing the button on the keys as the door opens,

Humming as a response, Harry walks towards the driver's seat, "I don't date anymore, thought my right hand man knew tha' " He speaks, words laced with seriousness while grabbing the keys from Reece's fingers,

He can only sigh and nod his head. "Understood. Yet, Kendra is like what? Two years ago? Gotta get yourself something better, boss. You deserve it. So do it tonight." He suggests, watching him going inside the car before shutting the door,

Harry smiles a bit, inserting the keys inside the ignition before starting the car. "Noted."

The dark haired man steps away from the car. Giving Harry a salute. "I'll be right behind you. See you there."

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Y/N Y/L/N stands in front of the mirror as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her plump lips. Securing the tube back as she puckers her mouth to see if it fits the colour for tonight. She twirls, watching carefully how the gold lingerie clads perfectly around her breasts and down to her curvy hips and thick thighs.

She stops once her plump ass is facing the mirror, admiring how beautiful and big her bum is in the lingerie. It's a compliment really. She loves working out to give her bum a bit bigger. It's not that she hopes she'll gain attention from people, she just loves her body. She worships every piece of it despite what other people think of it. Insecurity was her biggest enemy but not anymore. After reading lots of books and poems about self love she learns that there's nothing she should be ashamed of.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her table, she squeezes the bottle into her hand before rubbing her bum with the cold cream, rubbing it neatly to make sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Another thing, she loves moisturizing her plump flesh before the show. It's sexy

"Joe is asking for you." She hears a voice coming from behind, craning her neck to see her closest co-worker Violet, already in her usual purple wig and attire as she stands beside Angelina. "I love working as a stripper but he really needs to learn to be patient and. . . shut up, i guess?"

Y/N releases a small laugh, moving her long dark wavy hair to rest on her chest. "I know, I know. Jesus, I've told him fifteen minutes prior that I'll take longer than usual." She slips on her gold heels and turns to face Violet, who's biting her lip as she stares at Angelina's body up and down. "Okay, how do i look?"

Violet raises her eyebrow, as if it's something her friend shouldn't be asking. "You kidding? You look like a sex goddess. Gonna get all the men on their knees for you, girl"

Scoffing, she shoots her a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Old men with beer bellies? No thanks. I'd rather make out with Gordon." She replies, seemingly disgusted about the thought of grinding on an old man's lap tonight.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Violet questions, leaning towards her a bit as she waits for her friend’s response. "Please tell me that it is so I can earn extra cash tonight."

Gordon is a perverted bartender that always keeps his eye on Y/N throughout her routine. He's 40 and is always asking Angelina on a 'date' and by date, he means her ass on his lap. Clearly something Y/N isn't too fond of. Him specifically. Violet and Y/N have always made a joke about him, something they could make a playful banter in every chance they get.

Plus, she heard he's married. Isn't he supposed to find another job rather than here? If his wife found out what kind of a sleaze bag she married, she would be crushed,

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoves her playfully by the arm. "Ha ha, very funny" she answers, resuming to untangle her hair from knots.

Violet laughs, pinching her on the hip as she lets outa small squeal. "Just messing with you, baby. Good luck out there. Put the rest of us to shame tonight. . . Like any other night"

Y/N flips her off, yet knowing it's the truth. She's not trying to sound like a condescending bitch here but none of the girls here are actually capable to do what Y/N does. That's what makes men attracted to her. She knows what she's doing. She knows how to make a man hard.

"By the way, you heard what Joe's talking about earlier?" Violet asks, toeing off her heels as she exhales a relief sigh. "Damn those heels are killing me" She mumbles,

"No... What's about?" She turns her head to face Violet for her to explain, causing her to shrug her shoulders,

"Don't know much about it. . . But i hear Harry Styles is coming here to meet up with him. Something about transaction or shit" She waves it off, whispering it to Y/N, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping,

She almost chokes on her saliva after hearing Violet says the name. "Harry Styles?! The. . . mafia boss of New York..?" Her eyes widen at the possibility of the most dangerous man in the city paying a visit to the place she works at,

Nodding, Violet answers, "Yup. That Harry Styles. He's the devil. Let's hope this place doesn't turn into a war zone."

Y/N has heard about this Harry guy. The most feared man of New York. She does know a little bit of the relations between Joe and Mr. Styles. Almost every night she could hear Joe freaking out about this man. She may not know him that close, hell she had never even met him in person but people talk. One thing she learned about hearing his reputation, you don't ever want to mess with this guy.

Violet snaps her fingers to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Less worrying, girl. Come on, you got a show to put on yes?"

"Y-yeah. Fuck. . . now i'm scared" She breathes out, looking at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Calming down her mind.

After giving Violet a kiss on a cheek and receiving a tap on her ass, she takes a deep breath as she opens the beaded curtain and walk out to the club. Jhene Aiko is playing through the speakers, thanks to her who chose the music for tonight. She can already feel all eyes on her as she struts down confidently, putting on a smirk and winking at couple of men here and there. As much as it disgusts her, she grazes her hand along a man's arm who's biting his lip and looking at her up and down.

'What the fuck did i do to deserve this?' she thinks to herself, staring at the man in front of her who's probably the same age as her father. The thought of it makes her gag,

She gives the man a wink before getting up on the stage, hearing a few hollers from behind. reaching out to wrap her hand around the silver pole and her leg hooking up to support her body. Slowly twirling with her head thrown back and closes her eyes with money being toss at her direction before letting go and crutching down on her knees, moving close towards the same man earlier. He slips in a couple of hundred dollar bills inside her panties, causing the others to do the same.

This may be not how she pictures her success but damn, by the end of the week, her bank account can go from three to six digits.

She's definitely gonna hold on to that,

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It takes Harry close to thirty minutes to get here. He blames it all on the traffic, cursing to himself every time he stops at red lights. He parks his car close to the entry before he exits from the vehicle. He looks over his shoulder to find a familiar black car driving towards her, noting to himself it's Reece's. Seeing him wave his hand to make sure he's coming in later.

He clears his throat, clenching his jaw as he walks into the club. Reece wasn't lying, the club is too packed for tonight. As if God knew what is about to get down tonight and isn't going to let him get away with witnesses. He really needs to play safe for a while tonight.

As he strides through the room to find a table he has reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him, stroking his exposed chest and grabbing his shoulders. Most of them are gorgeous and he's tempted to touch their soft skin yet he has to hold it. Not that he isn't interested because he's definitely taking someone back to his place tonight--fucking Reece had to be right-- but he needs to get his head in the game for at least an hour before planning to do so.

Gently, he pulls back a chair for him to sit. He specifically asks for the furthest table so no one can figure out what he's about to do tonight. A glass of whiskey has been set on his table before he got here, waiting for Joe's arrival. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reece and Bianco walking over to his table. One of them gives him a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Harry lifts the glass up to his lips and take a sip of it. Honestly, he hates doing all of this dirty work. Sure, he's the boss. But he despises complicated things. He should've known not to trust Joe about anything, yet when he begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head as he spat out a bunch of threats to the weakened man, he thought why not? If Joe didn't get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way. It's always a pleasure for him to do so.

"Mr. Styles! Ay, i'm so happy to see you. You look a lot cleaner than i saw you the last time, eh?" Joe's voice causes Harry's green eyes averts from the scene on the crowd. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw tightened as he taps his fingers against the table, causing the rings he's wearing to knock.

He owes him money worth $50,000. And this man had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened.

He is definitely going to kill him.

"Stop with all that shit and sit the fuck down. You owe me something Joe." Harry warns, pointing at him as Harry's men forces the dark haired male to sit down making him gulp. "You owe me 50 grand for that package you piece of shit."

Joe couldn't feel more terrified as he catches a glimpse of Harry's gun on the table, facing towards him. "I know Harry, I know. I didn't forget, okay? It's just the money is tight right now. The girls aren't getting the amount of money they used to be getting." Joe tries to reason but Harry isn't having any of it,

"Stop being a fucking pussy and blame your girls for the money you've lost. I'm running out of patience here, Joe. If you don't give me the money by the end of the week, you're a dead man. I still have one body bag left in my car and I wouldn't mind writing your name on it." Harry grits his teeth, looking at him with a dark look in his eyes. Hand gripping tightly around the glass

"No man, I need more than that. Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to. You will have your money man I promised." Joe begs, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes.

Harry finds it quite disgusting to see someone like him beg for mercy-- for the second time--or anything at all to be honest. He find that gesture is weak and vulnerable which makes him very easy to manipulate over. "I don't give out second chances."

Joe hears a gun clicks behind, he doesn't need to know what's going on. He knows one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. "Harry man. . . One more. . . Give me one more"

Harry isn't a patient man. He doesn't want people beg. He doesn't want him to beg. But he finds it interesting to see how it goes, playing along this little game of his.

"Fine. you give me your best girl and i'll give you two months." Harry offers, cocking his eyebrow as he leans back to relax himself. "No more than that."

Joe's eyes widen at Harry's demand. It's impossible to collect a 50 grand in two months, especially when he's short on it. He needs more than that. Still, he thinks two months is better than nothing. "Okay. . . Agreed. Just tell me which girl you want or-or i could bring one or two here, man. Take your pick."

Harry can only hum in response, scanning his eyes over the scene. Dozens of girls dancing on stage, few of them even has their bras taken off. It seems to him, none of these girls on the room is his type.

Until his green eyes fall on a certain slightly curvy woman with her leg wrapped around the pole.

Her long dark hair brushing lightly against the floor as she bend her back a bit. He observes the way her body move so dirty yet gracefully around the pole,  the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her brown eyes manage to flirt with the crowd and had them lure into her eyes including himself. He swears this girl just steps out of his daydreams. She looks perfect.

He admires how she circle her hips painfully slow, jealous how he isn't close enough to watch her plump flesh near his strong figure.

"Her. I want her" Harry points at the girl he can't take his eyes off. His voice sounds too possessive but he doesn't care if he does. He's too enhanced with the way she moves on that stage and he loves how she swats those dirty hands who seems desperate to cope a feel with a dirty look on her face.

'Seems like a fighter' he thinks to himself

"Y/N? You want her?" Joe asks after he realises who Harry's pointing at.

"Y/N? That's a gorgeous name. She's not taken is she? Not that i care anyway. She's a dime from what i can see here." He says, not tearing his eyes off of her while he sips on his drink. "You're gonna give me her to me aren't you?" Harry asks, his eyes are threatening enough for Joe so he nods his head as a response.

"Yes. Of course. If that's what you want."

"Fuck yes i do. Bring me to one of your rooms. I want a private from her" He demands before gulping down his drink, standing up to head over to the back. Not before glancing at the gorgeous woman one last time who stuffs a few dollar bills in her panties.

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After what it feels like forever dancing on stage and have men whistling at her to go over and give them more, she finally sit herself down on a chair in her dressing room and take a deep breath. Moaning in relief as she pulls her heels off while setting her timer on because she only has thirty minutes to rest before going back out there again. She leans back against the chair, sighing in a pure bliss.

She can hear a few girls talking and laughing while preparing themselves for their performance tonight, wishing she could just join in because Violet informs her earlier there's some juicy gossip she needs to talk about but she cant take it. She's too tired.

She has only closes her eyes for 10 minutes until a familiar voice speaks out,

"Where's Y/N?"

She groans internally. Can never mistake that voice soon as she hears it. Her manager, who sounds like he's panting, voice firm as if is an emergency to call her out like that. Y/N still has her eyes shut as she raises her hand up, not having the energy to respond.

"Okay, good. Y/N. You don't need to go back out there again. There's a special guest I need you to entertain. He's already waiting in the red room."

She nods and hum, only to realize what he means as her eyes bugs out.

Wait, what?

She's quick to turn around, brows furrows and mouth hangs open, not believing what she has just heard. "Pardon?"

"There's a man. A guy who I work with, waiting in one of the rooms. He specifically asked for you. I need you to at least give him an hour." Joe notifies, running his hand over his face as if he's stressed about something,

"You want me to give a lap dance to your co-worker?" She raises her eyebrow, not believing what he just asked her

Joe sighs angrily, "it's technically not--Y/N... please. No more questions, just go over there."

"Who's the guy?" she ignores his orders as she stands, crossing her arms across her chest. "Jesus, fuck. I really need my hair to breath" she mutters, brushing down her long dark brown hair,

"Harry Styles."

Y/N freezes in an instant. Looking up to stare at Joe in the eye to see if he's joking, he can only nod his head to confirm her questioning look. " you're shitting me."

"I'm not," Joe replies, walking over to her, not wanting the other girls to hear. "Y/N, I owe him money. I haven't got them yet and--"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and continue messing with her hair a bit more. "Not my problem."

He reaches out to grab her elbow, pulling her harshly causing her to stumble a bit. "Y/N, please... He wanted to kill me out there earlier. The guy brought a gun for God's sake. He gave me a month but until then... he wants you."

"You know i'm not a hooker" Y/N defeatedly sighs. She wants to help him, she does but it sounds like he's selling her off for a month to this notorious and dangerous guy who is named to be the deadliest man alive by the people of New York.

She loves money but no fucking way she's willing to die for it.

"I didn't say you were" He roughly says, hand gripping tightly on her arm. "Just... do it" He let her go, tired of the waiting because he doesn't want to make Harry pissed off now,

The girl sighs angrily, squeezing her eyes shut as she hesitates for a while. What the fuck did she get herself into?

"Fine. just give me a moment."

Giving her a smile, Joe thanks her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, telling her the door number Harry is in before walking out of the room. Soon after he walks out, she feels sick in her stomach. How could she ever go face to face with a man with blood in his hands? She's about to give this man a lap dance. Who knew he might've ask for more?

So now, as she finishes re-applying a layer of red lipstick, she heads out. Walking to the back of the room in a slow pace. Heart beating loud and fast as she's about to come face to face with this man. Still, she needs to play it cool. God really fucking hates her,

If he really does exists.

She takes a deep breath before opening the brown door carefully, pushing it open. Her knees almost buckle at the sight of Harry Styles, lounging on the leather couch. A cigarette squeeze between his fingers. legs spread open as if it's an invitation already made for her. His head turns towards the door, a smirk graces upon his face.

She's not going to lie. He is indeed dashingly handsome. With his arms resting on the back of the couch making his biceps look a bit bigger. He's got killer looks too. she studies. Sexy smile, and stubble which creates a sexier look on his face. She catches a glimpse of a silver cross necklace resting against his broad chest. His eyes are sharp. Looking at her up and down with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

"My, my" he lowly whistles, watching her every move as she enters the room. Locking the door behind her. "I wasn't wrong. You are a fucking dime."

Y/N giggles-- though feeling scared shitless-- and run her hands over her hair as she struts her way towards his figure. Purposely swaying her ass side to side a bit to tease him. "Mr.Harry Styles. . . I heard a lot about you. Word on the street is that you're a man that likes to carry a danger" she smirks seductively as she stands in between his open legs, dragging her finger slowly down her chest.

Her angelic voice is like music to his ears,

"Yeah?" he smirks, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. "Hope that doesn't scare you, doll. All i want is a dance from you, that's all. I also heard that you are their favourite girl. After seeing you danced on that stage, I now know why."

Again, she giggles. A small blush creeping on her cheeks, hopefully he doesn't see it. "You're a flirt aren't you, Harry? You do this to every girl?"

He places his hands slowly on her plump ass, he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch but he doesn't give a shit. She seems isn't bothered by it. He wants this girl and he wants her now.

"Only to those who i find interesting, baby. Now, are you going to show me what you got?" He asks, looking up to meet her brown eyes as he squeezes her flesh.

With a devilish smirk, she slowly sets herself down on his lap which causes him to let out a soft groan. She runs her hands down to his tattooed chest and toys with his cross necklace for a bit before whispering in his ear, "sit tight and relax, Mr. Styles. I'll be your good girl for tonight"

next chapter

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i really don’t want to write a super long chapter, because i’m afraid it’ll bore you guys so maybe--i hope-- this is enough. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you guys hate it or love it! I’ll appreciate it. love you guys!

[fritae]

The Missing Piece (Ch 14)

Flirt.

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x f. oc, lov

status: ongoing

read on ao3 here.

a/n: I'm sorry for not updating for a bit, I was busy with finals. But hopefully, I should be posting more often from here on out! I hope you're all doing well in the meantime :)

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As I make my way to the Blaze today, my conversation with Al this morning is all I can think about.

"What time are you coming home tonight?" I asked her as we both got ready to leave the house. It was rare for us to leave at the same time, Al usually sets out hours earlier.

"Probably 11-ish? The Midnight Show's on break today."

"Really? That's weird. That's never happened before."

"Yeah, we're doing maintenance today so the equipment will need to rest overnight. All our stations are clocking out early."

"How about you?" She asked me as I locked the door behind us.

We pause before our apartment for a moment, as I shrug. "Mr. Dabi needs me today. I'll probably come home late again."

Al nods. "I'll see you tonight!" She calls out before walking in the opposite direction.

"Yeah," I wave back. "But don't wait up for me!"

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I knock on the door once and turn the knob to Dabi's office.

But my grin falls when I find the room empty.

I sigh.

"Looking for someone?"

I turn around immediately.

"Dabi," my face brightens. He's wearing a simple black suit today. My eyes unconsciously glance at his abdomen, looking for any sign of blood. I hug the morning report closer to my chest when I find none.

"Was waiting for you to come in," He registers the look on my face with a smirk. "That smile for me?"

I roll my eyes and hand him the report as he walks to his desk.

He flips through the documents, eyes skimming the pages. His fingers move up and down the paper casually, rather than with purpose as he usually does.

I take that as a sign he's not too concerned with what's in them.

Let's see.

"Is your wound better now, sir?"

Dabi nods.  "Anything urgent on the agenda?"

I shake my head. "At 4pm, you just have-"

"Around midnight, I mean."

I blink.

"Midnight sir?"

He nods, looking up at me. "I've got a deal with a big client today. I'm taking you with me."

Tonight?! My heartrate rises.

"But sir..."

Dabi raises a brow. "What's wrong? Thought you'd be happy."

"Nothing I just..." I try to think of a lie. "Me and Al were planning on having a girl's night."

Dabi closes the folder. "Got it. I'll try and schedule you in advance next time then." He doesn't seem upset at all but I don't let it go.

"No! I mean, it's okay, you come first. I'm sure she'll understand."

"I'm going anyway, Rina. There'll be other opportunities for you to come along. I don't need you there, I just thought you'd wanna be better acquainted with business."

"I am," I insist. "I'll come with you. Al can wait."

Dabi tilts his head. "You say you two are friends but who'd rather hang out with their boss than your friend?"

"We've grown distant a bit since I've left NNTV," I tell him honestly.

Of course, there's more. But there was no way Dabi would stay silent if he found out. The problem is... would I have another chance to do what I was planning on doing tonight?

I bite my lip.

It's okay, I can still make it afterward.

If it takes too long, I'll tell Dabi I need to leave early.

But Dabi is already suspicious.

"Wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to patch things up then?"

Why's he suddenly asking so many questions.

"Dabi-"

"Are you friends or not?"

"We are. I think. I just haven't been feeling it lately. I don't know, maybe it's because we haven't really spoken with each other in so long."

He stands up and steps closer to me, forcing me to take a step back. "I think there's more to it than that." He eyes me with amusement. "Why do those pretty eyes look scared?"

I blush and my back hits the wall.

Can he not change up on me so fast?

"I think you're keeping things from me, princess."

There's a playful smirk on his lips as he places his hand against the wall, leaning in closer. "What are we gonna do about that?"

"Look who's talking," I cross my arms.

"And here I thought I was making your day."

I feel his breath against my skin and it makes me grow bold.

"You tryna make me happy or something?" I tease gently. 

"If you'll make it worth my while." 

"How so? Big boy couldn't even handle a hug."

A deep chuckle comes out of Dabi's mouth.

"Let's see how much you can handle then, princess."

A fire dances in my stomach at his words. Where is this Dabi coming from? The casual flirting. The mischief in his eyes.

But before I can discover what he means, he pulls away from me, a fake serious expression on his face and adds: "Ah. When you don't have a girls night planned, that is."

There's a playful banter in his voice that I love.

It reminds me of the Dabi I first met.

Suddenly, I hear Atsuhiro behind the door.

"Dabi, we on for tonight?" He calls out.

Dabi's eyes flit from the door to me.

"Would ya look at that? Guess I'm having a boys night."

"No," I immediately frown. "You promised."

Dabi laughs. "Get out of here with that bullshit, I don't make promises."

"Dabi, we out? Or are you taking Jin today?" Atsuhiro knocks again.

"Now you do," I tell him seriously. "You've taken them before, it's my turn."

"Is it though?" He scratches his head. "I thought it was girls night."

Atsuhiro knocks harder. "Dabi, you there?"

"I won't speak to you again." I narrow my eyes. "That's a promise. You can't bring this up and then say no."

"Wait, wait let's get something straight, princess. I brought it up and you said no."

"Dabi!" I groan.

"Rina," He whines, mocking me.

Its strange seeing Dabi like this but it excites me.

More so that he won't let Atsuhiro in.

"You won't regret it," I whisper. "Promise."

He considers my words.

"You sure you want to come?"

"Yes!"

"What are you gonna tell your friend?"

"I'm working late."

"Bad girl." He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "I didn't take you for a liar."

"Guess you should know me better," I tilt my head, my lips curling at the hint in my tone.

"Careful now," His voice gets deeper when my fingers find his tie. "You know what happens when you get too close to fire?"

I remember the Dabi in the car, who pulled back as soon as I touched him, and this Dabi - who teases and pulls me close then pushes me away. I wonder what's different. What makes one come out or the other.

"Maybe I want to see what it'll do."

I don't miss the way Dabi's eyes darken.

But before he could respond, Atsuhiro bangs on the door.

"Hey boss, you-"

Dabi's grin falls.

"I'm not fucking taking you tonight!" Dabi growls at the door. "If I don't answer, I'm doing something, how about you calm the fuck down?" 

There's a pause at the door and then a low "Okay" that makes my heart clench.

Dabi turns back to me. "Now-"

"Wait now I feel bad," I look at the door. "It looks like he really wanted to go, why'd you have to say it like that?" I pout.

Dabi rolls his eyes and decides to pull sway completely. The mischief in his eyes is gone. Instead, there's a bored and slightly irritated expression. He goes and sits on the sofa, spreading himself out.

"Princess, I don't have time for this, are you coming or sh-"

"Yes, yes I'm coming."

"Then don't fucking worry about him."

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House, M.D. Fanfic (3/?)

First of all, I want to thank you all for the kind feedback. I hope the rest of my story lives up to your expectations! As always, I don't own House. If I did, season 8 would have had partypants.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter is super Huddy. It's is probably one of my favorites, if not the favorite, that I've written so far. It was the first one I wrote to completion. I really hope you like it! It starts at the end of the episode when House first injects Cuddy with the fertility drugs.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

"Thank you for the injections."

House studied her for a few moments. "You came all the way up here just to tell me that?" Now he was curious. She wanted something.

"No." And she left.

He'd been thinking about that all afternoon. About the injections. About what she said earlier when he injected her. He told her it should be with someone she trusted, and the first person she had brought up was him. God, he was an idiot. She was going to ask him to be the donor in his office. The initial morphine high had worn off, and he jumped on his bike to confirm his theory.

When she opened the door with her arms crossed in her robe, he couldn't hide the self satisfied smirk. "If you wanted my sperm, all you had to do was ask."

"Are you high? Why would I want your sperm?"

"To make baby Cuddys," he raised an eyebrow. "I was the first person you mentioned when I told you it should be someone you trusted... not some loser kid who likes Mozart and snorts when he laughs. You came up to my office earlier to tell me something... and it wasn't just a thank you for injecting that perfect ass of yours."

She started to deny it, but what was the point? He had her figured out. He always had her figured out. And it was infuriating how he was always right about her. "Ok. You're right, I was going to ask you," she stepped aside to let him enter.

He nodded and stepped inside then. "Changed your mind?"

She was quiet a moment. She hadn't really changed her mind... just chickened out. "Do you want kids, House?" She finally asked.

That question did silence him for a moment as he had to think about the answer. "I would make a horrible father. I'm not rated G. But I've got good genes. Which is something you need to counteract the neurotic genes you'll no doubt pass on."

She looked almost amused. He was deflecting away from the original question... talking his way around a real answer. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want kids?"

He breathed deeply. If he answered this one wrong, he would hurt her. Probably lose any chance he might have with her... lose any chance he might have at not being alone. "Under the right circumstances..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Those circumstances being?"

He shrugged. "Right girl. Right time. Right place. The usual right circumstances."

She rolled her eyes. "Did you come here because you want to be my sperm donor?" She would simply spell it out for him. She was tired of games.

"If I say yes, are you going to hand me a specimen cup and send me to your bathroom?"

She leaned her back against the wall then with a small smile. "No."

"I told you it should be with someone you like."

Her eyes never broke away from his as she answered, "I like you, House."

He tapped his cane on the floor a couple times, thinking things over, trying to make sure his words were right. "So, how do I do this? You set me up an appointment, or what?" He finally asked, meeting her eyes again.

She pushed herself off the wall and moved closer to him. "I can do that, if you want. There are other... more direct ways," she said softly, biting her lip slightly.

He raised an eyebrow. "More direct than taking my best guys and putting them with your best girls and sticking them right into your uterus?" Why was she suddenly so close?

She could feel his breath on her skin as she studied him. It was now or never. "I had something a little more fun in mind. Something... mutually beneficial," she murmured before closing the distance between their lips with a slow kiss.

When he pulled back after a moment, he studied her eyes. He needed to make sure she was sure about this... that there wasn't regret or a sign of her doing this for any other reason other than she genuinely wanted to. When she still didn't pull away and he got the confirmation he needed, he kissed her again, this time rougher, hotter than the first.

Her robe was the first piece of clothing to go, followed shortly by his jacket, as they both fought for control of the situation. His shirt followed when she found her back pressed against the wall, his hands exploring her body freely.

He groaned as she basically flipped their positions, shoving him hard back against the wall, her teeth dragging across his collarbone as they worked their way toward her bedroom. She really did like it rough.

A yelp escaped her as she found herself on her back on the bed with a smile. It had been a long time since she'd given into pure lust and passion like this. Maybe she should have done it sooner. When he moved over her, she allowed him a moment before quickly flipping their positions so she was straddling his hips, her hands against his chest. "Do you want to stop?" She asked in a husky, bedroom voice he'd never heard but suddenly wanted to hear more of.

"Do you?" He countered, his hands lightly rubbing her thighs.

That seemed to be all the permission either needed before fusing their lips together in a searing kiss again.

Sometime after 3, he ran his fingers slowly down her bare back. It took a moment, but she finally lifted her head to look at him, a sleepy but satisfied smile on her lips.

"I should go home. Let you get some real sleep so you can be all administratory later," he murmured softly. "I'm sure I'll try to blow up a patient's heart or something in the name of diagnostics and you'll have to stop me."

She breathed deeply and stretched slowly before turning off her stomach and curling into his side, her leg draped over his thigh. "Mmm... you could stay..." she suggested in a quiet voice.

He chuckled softly. "That's the sex talking. I don't have clean clothes here. And I need a shower before work. Boss tends to get pissy when I'm late."

She smiled slowly. "She'll give you a pass this once."

He gave her a little grin. "I'll stay for no clinic duty this week," he tried.

She laughed softly. "Are you trying to negotiate your way out of clinic duty with sex?"

"Depends. Is it working?" He asked hopefully.

"No," she laughed again, swatting at his chest.

He breathed deeply, fingers lightly running along her bare shoulder. "I really do have to go. Believe it or not, charming my way into your bed was not my intentions when I came over last night."

She inhaled slowly and shifted comfortably under the covers to let him up. "Okay."

He started to untangle himself from her and her sheets. Before he could completely get up, she stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in question, only to have her sit up and kiss him slowly, almost possessively, like she was staking her claim. "You better not be late," she murmured with a smile before laying down to get a couple hours of sleep.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 86)

"Lover"

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Playing with Colson's padlock around her neck, Luna looks through the mess of lyrics she has scrawled throughout the pages of her notebook. Her guitar sits in her crossed legs as she swigs the handle of Jack. A lighter, her cigarettes, phone, a tin case of joints, ashtray and random other objects litter the bed around her.

Luna strums lightly, trying to figure out the bridge. Softening her voice, she tries to play it out.

🎼They say//If you dress//Like This//It means//You want It//So//IIII//Can take from//Yooou🎶

Luna continues strumming the chords. Imagining the sound of the bass and light drumming in her mind.

🎶They think//If you act//Like That//It means//You want it//And//I'llllll//Do what//I want//Toooo🎶

Luna rips a solo she has running through her brain. The bass and drums slamming together through her head afterwards.

"Fuck... I need a bassist." She talks into the air.

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Colson hangs out on The Bus for a bit. Playing Call of Duty, burning and drinking as beer bottles empty and shot glasses are passed.

He shoots the shit with Sam. It being the first time they've had a chance to get to know each other. Both having a lot in common with their musical tastes and life experiences, being around the same age and struggling as lower middle class kids with no solid parents. Colson not realizing how long Sam and Luna have been friends or even that Sam is her only drummer. Let alone a musician at all.

"Fuck, Dude. I'm sorry. I knew you had to have some type of substance to be able to run wit Loons... But damn, I undercut you majorly." Colson admits. "You really stick a dude tonight?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Sam dismisses him as she swigs her beer.

Colson nods with a chuckle. Immediately thinking of Luna. His Brooklyn Bitch.

"You two HAVE been friends for a long time." He smirks.

"Longer than most." Sam swigs her beer again, not fully sure on Colson.

"I can tell. You seem just as ferocious as she is." He says with a wide grin. "Imma go catch her... You enjoy." He smiles at Sam before disappearing off into the back of The Bus.

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"Enh... At least he didn't try to fuck me." Sam thinks of all the other male musicians that have crossed her path. Bestfriend's boyfriends or not. Some dudes have no fucking cooth. "Maybe there is hope for them..." Sam considers for the first time since her poor first impression of Colson in NY

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Luna's propped against the wall at the head of the bed. She's knocked out, guitar still in hand. Belongings in a disarray.

Colson can't help but chuckle again as he admires her. He truly loves her. Her maniacalness, her creativity, and her passion for what and whom she loves.

As he cleans her things off the bed, he finds her lyrics.

"Damn, yo...... She spits the illest shit... And on Ellen..? Fuck." Colson thinks admiring Luna's craft and steel pussy of bravery.

He finishes putting everything aside before gently taking her guitar. Knowing she'll probably move, she does.

"Baby...." She murmurs sleepily as she cuddles into the pillow.

"Baby? She hates Baby?" Colson thinks with his head cocked.

Biting the sides of his mouth, he sets Luna's guitar down. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he watches her sleep curled up like a cat.

"Chill the FUCK out, Kells." He tells himself. His heart is racing. She's NEVER called him Baby.

Colson lights a joint while still watching Luna. He's not sure what he's jealous of and is trying to shake it off. Puffing hard, he drops his heavy pants with a THUD.

Luna doesn't move.

"Fucking Sleeping Beauty...." He thinks snidely, hoping but knowing his pants wouldn't wake her.

Joint in his mouth, Colson pulls the blankets down from under Luna. She shifts as he climbs in, covering her with him.

Snuggling up close, she breathes out a whiskey stained "Mmmm... Lover..." As she reaches for him.

"Who THE FUCK is Lover, Luna?!?" He can't hold back any longer as he jolts back out of the bed.

The sound of her name pops Luna's intoxicated head up. Taking a minute to focus her eyes and brain.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asks groggily.

"I can't call you Babe or Baby Girl but you're off mumbling Baby and Lover in your fucking sleep??" Colson unloads.

Luna's drunken head is unsteady on her shoulders. She's not sure Why she's getting yelled at and is quietly taking the moment to decide whether to fuck shit up or cradle whatever the fuck is going on with her dumbass partner right now.

She tries the latter.

"What are you talking about?" Her sleepy, unamused eyes ask again.

"Who the fuck you dreaming about?" Colson spits out.

This wakes Luna RIGHT up.

"WHAT?" She asks, sitting up.

"Who the fuck is Baby and Lover? I ain't fucking Baby or Lover..." Colson cocks his head back.

"What.The.FUCK. Are you talking about because right now, you sound like a fucking psycho." Luna states.

Colson isn't making any sense to her.

"You said it in your SLEEP!!" He shouts, frustrated.

"Hold up. Wait." Luna puts her hand up.

Looking at Colson, she's starting to comprehend this stupid situation she's found herself in.

"Gimme that fucking joint." She states with her eyebrows furrowed.

Colson passes it to her.

"Fuck......" He thinks, knowing from her tone, he done Fucked Up. Bracing himself for her unleveling.

Luna hits the half a joint he passed to her. Eyeballing him. Her hands start flittering around as she speaks. Smoke from the joint swirling around her.

"YOU woke me the FUCK up on some Kitty BooBoo name bullshit I said in my SLEEP!!?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB-DUMB OR ARE YOU BEN STILLER FROM TROPIC THUNDER DUMB!!??" Luna shouts.

She places the joint between her lips. Running her hands over her eyes and forehead as she pulls hard on it as it hangs in her mouth as she exhales. Inhaling, she pulls on it again, before taking it away between her two fingers. Finally raising her eyes to his.

"You realize, you're on some fuck shit right now, right? And if you don't stop I'm gonna fucking kill you. So, how bout we both survive, you shut the fuck up and get in this fucking bed with me. Now."

Luna gives Colson One Look. It's One of many that says a multitude of things.

"WHO'S your fucking Baby?" He tests with a scowl.

Luna gives him The Most Annoyed look EVER as she hits the joint. Glaring at him as she exhales and stomps it out.

"YOU are my fucking Baby. My Babe. My Boo. My fucking Bae. Holy Fucking Shit, I think the correct terminology at this point, is my fiancé. Real talk? YOU'RE MY FUCKING ASSHOLE right now though." Luna's hands fly out with her words now. "And if you don't get in this fucking bed...." Luna threatens Colson as she strips off her pants and bra. Leaving on only a T and her panties.

"THIS fucking bitch with her fucking black." Colson thinks, trying not to want the treat enticing him inside their bed.

"You're such a fucking cunt." Colson states firmly as he climbs in with her.

Pulling Luna against his hard dick by her hips. He slips his hands down her dark panties.

"And a wet fucking whore." He claims.

Licking his fingers, while flipping her on her back. Not giving a fuck about her wound.

"Who's fucking Whore?" Luna coaxes.

Taking her shirt off as he rips the black cotton down and off her legs.

Pushing her thighs up, Colson presses his mouth against Luna's. Forcing his tongue and cock inside of her at the same time.

Gasping for air, she takes them both. Hands gripping Colson's ass as he delves deeper into her. Mouth sucking on his lips and tongue as her body succumbs to him.

Colson has complete control over Luna's body. Pinning both arms above her as he rocks himself into her warm inner body.

With one leg around his waist, the other tangled in his leg, Luna pushes her hips into his deep thrusts. Taking him farther inside of her.

"You do what I fucking say." He taunts as he grips her wrist tighter.

All this does is interest Luna's pussy even more. Held down, her hips buck drunkenly.

Colson's wing span is long enough to hold both Luna's wrists securely and place a firm grip on her wild hip. Holding her down, he sucks fiercely on her neck and face as he pounds his dick into her.

The submissive side of her kicking in, Luna let's go. Allowing her Lover to take whatever he wants. Moaning in pleasure as he handles her however he desires. Flipping and moving her into any position he likes. Always hitting all of her spots like an expert.

Colson prefers when they cum together but tonight, he's on a mission. Working her off four times before gripping her body hard.

"Say it." He demands as he fucks her, not being able to hold off any longer.

Luna shifts her hips into Colson. Pressing him deep inside of her. Clenching her walls around him. Clawing his back.

"Mmmphmmm... FUCK, Baby. You're my fucking LOVERRRR!!" Luna moans into his ear as she cums for a fifth time.

Satisfied with his work, Colson's body shakes as he cums Home. Laying down on Luna's chest, she strokes his hair. Both passing out.

Luna sleeping wrapped in her Lover. Baby, Bae or Boo. Whatever the fuck it is he wants to be called.

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The next morning Luna instinctively wakes up. Her body and brain knowing she has shit to do. Hating her inner workings, Luna wants to stay where she feels like peace lives. In Colson's arms.

She watches him breath as she tries to will herself away from him. Only to lean further into the comfort of his arm's nook.

"Fucking Psychopath..." She smirks to herself. Colson's jealousy is both annoying and tantalizing to Luna. Hating how quickly and deeply she fell for him. "Enh... That's how you love, Loons... Quick, hard and forever..." She tells herself. Playing with her beloved ring as her eyes follow his tattooed chest up and down.

Shaking her head, she rolls outta their bed. Colson still snoozing. She quietly showers and dresses. Burning and ripping 30s along the way. Turning his ringer off, Luna Snaps Colson where she'll be. Turning it back on once he receives it.

Grabbing her bag of goodies along with her notebook and laptop, Luna leaves Sam a hand written note to Come Inside Please 🖤 Heading out The Bus doors without waking a soul.

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The Crew is just finishing up when Luna pops in. Tech beginning their Magic. Asking if she's A Bother, she's assured No as she makes herself comfortable.

Plucking Colson's electric as she sits on the stage. Luna hits record on her phone.

Tech and Crew watch in amazement as Luna bops alone between different instruments for the next hour or so. Colson's guitar, Rook's drums and Baze's bass. Singing while playing and recording different parts to her song on her phone.

They've never seen an artist work like this before. Watching her create a raw song on her own out of thin air. Some finding it's fascinating to witness. Other's highly disliking her lyrics.

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Colson's eyes are closed as his hand searches the empty bed for Luna. Disappointed when he can't find her, he knows where she is.

"Crazy bitch." He smiles to himself with his eyes still closed.

Rolling into her pillow to smell her, his morning hard on grows larger. Different images and memories of her dance in his hungover head.

"Mmmm... Loons." Colson thinks as he begins to touch himself.

Firmly stroking up and down, he needs an actual visual. Grabbing his phone he sees he has a Snap from Luna. The thought of her makes his dick ache as he opens it.

Colson stares at Luna's lips. Knowing what it's like to have her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Not even reading it, he screenshots it like all of her Snaps, continuing on.

Staring at Luna's picture as he jerks off. The memories of his thumb wiping her mouth clean after she's swallowed his load lingers in his head. Making him cum quickly. Tossing his hands and phone to the side as his body weakens.

"GOD DAMN, Luna." He says out loud as he pants.

Laying there for a minute, Colson lights a joint before jumping in the shower and cleaning himself off.

"I wonder how she's doin'..." His mind still on his girl.

Out of the shower, he fires up another joint as he rails three Adds and gets dressed. Looking around the room on the back of The Bus, it feels weird to not have Luna beside him as he gets himself ready for the day.

Sliding on his rings and wallet. Looking in the mirror, he pulls the key to Luna's padlock out from under his collar. He's worn it around his neck since the night he locked it around hers. Colson touches the tiny steel object, feeling oddly sentimental and missing her.

"She said Yes..." He reminds himself as he tucks it safely back under his shirt.

Still missing her, he sighs. Grabbing the knob of the door, he goes to rile The Boys and find her. Deciding he needs coffee first.

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Luna can't focus. She's got two separate melodies running through her head. The fast, hard punk tune she's working on and the other...  A romantic, dreamy love song that's been swimming around since she woke. It first solidly appearing as she watched Colson sleep this morning.

🎼With this guitar string//He slipped on my hand//I take this magnetic force//Of a Man//To be my//Lover🎶

Are the first lyrics to actually formulate with it. Her life with Colson running through Luna's brain like a toddler with sticky hand prints.

"He's so fucking dumb." She thinks, laughing to herself as she remembers their fight last night over the word Lover. Now realizing where it manifested from. "Oh, Imma mind fuck his ass." Laughing again to herself.

Deciding to take a break, Luna grabs her notebook and bag. Heading out back to burn and see if she can get this other floating song on to paper.

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Colson hits the venue with The Boys and Sam. Looking OnStage for Luna first, he asks if anyone's seen her. Tech and Crew have but they don't know where she went.

Annoyed, Colson wanders around the nightclub. He just wants to see his fucking girl. She's not BackStage. She's not in his dressing room. Stopping in the bathroom to take a piss, he takes a selfie too. Shooting a Snap to Luna before continuing his search.

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Luna's out back getting stoned with a Roadie. She needs to find a solid bassist before Tuesday.

Yakking about, they both bitch about their First World Problems. Dude's complaining about his schedule as Luna's phone goes off from a Snap. It's Colson.

"This Motherfucker... I wish the fuck he would." Luna thinks amused. Body heating up as her soul and pussy throb as she reads it. Shaking her head with a wanting smile.

Functioning on her time as always, Luna finishes the joint with the young Roadie named Todd. Accepting his promises to keep an ear out for a bassist for her.

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"LOVERRRRR!!" Luna coos upon seeing Colson.

"You're such a fucking cunt. Where you been?" He asks as he spins her around and wraps his arms around her chest from behind. Through her loose T, he plays with the tape over her nipples as he tongues around her ear.

Pulling away with a giggle, Luna turns around. Grinning as she taunts him.

🎶Everyday I love you Just a little bit more A little bit more A little bit more Everyday I love you Just a little bit more But You're still Fucking insane🎶

She sings to him laughing as she changes lyrics to the Sublime song.

Colson's blue eyes brighten as he lifts her up. Complying, she wraps her legs around his rarely clothed body.

"We should cover that!!" He states excitedly.

Luna scoffs as she agrees. Singing that it makes total sense because Colson is a jealous psycho who sees red.

"Bitch, you're just as jealous. So, shut the fuck up." He laughs, kissing her again.

🎶Let me find a secret LOVER... I'll rip off your fucking head🎶

Luna sings, still making up her own lyrics to Colson laughter. Asking how she's doing with the new song, she hops off of him. Grabbing her phone, she calls over Sam and Baze. Colson wrapping himself around her from behind again.

"Fucking Patti booked me on Ellen." Luna finally informs Sam. "I gotta new song because I don't wanna keep promoting the hate of THAT Type. I've pretty much got it laid down but I need to hear it live. You're coming with me, Right?" She asks to Sam's nod. Looking at Baze, Luna continues. "You mind listening to what I've got and maybe running it with me, please?"

"No problem, Loons." Baze agrees.

Luna rests herself into Colson's hold as she hits play on her phone. The hard/soft punk tune coming through her phone's speakers.

The three of them knocking their heads through the song. Feeling it. They all burst out with questions once it's finished.

Sam first, "You wanna play THAT on daytime TV??" Thinking about the lyrics.

Baze standing back with a confused look, "That's all YOU??" He asks, the producer in him impressed as hell.

Colson squeezing her insides out from behind with a "Wanna do it after this?" in her ear.

Yes. Yes. And definitely, YES. Are her answers.

Sam climbs behind Rook's kit as Baze grabs his bass and Luna uses Colson's electric. They play around a bit as Sam and Baze learn the notes. Feeling confident Luna steps up to the mic giving it a go.

Colson watches as they rip through the song. The vibe reminding him the sound coming out of Seattle in the early 90's. Luna's voice lacing around certain lyrics while blasting others. She has a clear concise message.

"That was fucking SICK!!" He exclaims, clapping.

"Yo!! Hard as shit." Rook agrees, from behind Colson.

He had come up once he heard them begin to play. Wondering who the fuck was on his drums.

"Yeah?" Luna asks.

"What's it for?" Rook asks her.

Luna explains Ellen as Rook nods his head in understanding. Commenting how he Respects Luna's Balls. They exchange a knowing look. Out of all The Boys, Rook is who Luna clicked with first. Always remaining her favorite, they have their own friendship aside from Colson.

"I need a fucking bassist." Luna complains as she sets the guitar down.

"I know a guy. He's right in NY too." Sam says as she steps out from behind the drums.

They sit on the edge of the Stage together. Baze joining them as Rook and Colson hop up too.

"Yeah?" Luna asks. "Can you give him a call?"

Sam agrees as the rest of The Band comes in. Luna moving SideStage as they run a light rehearsal. Sam heading out back to see about a bassist.

Grabbing her laptop, she goes through the property listings Monica sent her. There's both studios and brownstones as Luna asked. Flipping through the pictures and layouts, she finds a five bedroom in Brooklyn Heights that she likes and a simple studio in Dumbo. No office/recording spot yet though.

Ashleigh making her way to the stage. She sits with Luna listening to The Boys. Noticing what Luna's looking at she asks about the listings.

"We all need a place in The City..." Luna explains. "Oh! You would know... Can he come with me Tuesday? I want him to look at a couple places with me."

Ashleigh looks in her phone at her calender. Colson has a show in Boise that night. Idaho to NY is a 6hr flight. It won't work.

"Sorry, Loons." Ashleigh says to her disappointment.

Luna shrugs with a sigh as she emails Monica back regarding the listings.

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Colson locks the door of the small bathroom behind them. He's been staring at Luna's sideboob since he touched her naked breasts.

Lifting her onto the sink, her pulls her shirt off. Finally seeing the tape X'd across her nipples.

"New bra?" He snickers as he runs tongue along the delicate skin of the bottom of her breast.

"Mmmm... The easier for you to lick them My Dear." She responds in a husky voice.

After he's unbuttoned her jeans, she hops down. Wiggling out of them and her panties as he drops his own pants.

Luna bends over the sink. Catching Colson brilliant blue eyes.

"Not yet..." He says with a playful smile.

Lifting her back up onto the sink, he spreads her legs as he slowly licks her bare pussy. Circling around her clit with his tongue. He's soft and delicate. For now.

Luna gasps when he pushes his middle finger inside of her. Continuing to suck and play around with his tongue.

"Oh FUCK....he wasn't lying!!" Luna's mind explodes, remembering Colson's Snap from earlier.

Leaned against the mirror, she arches her back in pleasure. Shifting her hips, fully enjoying his mouth exploring her magical cave.

Luna doesn't last long. With her legs wrapped around Colson's head, she cums all over his face and chin. Licking it off of him to his delight.

"You're such a dirty girl." He tells her, always intrigued by their sexual antics.

Luna pushes him off of her. Hopping back off the sink, she pushes him against the wall. Staring into his tantalizing eyes as as she slowly makes her naked body to her knees.

Colson groans out in pleasure as she licks around the base of his cock. Swirling her tongue around it to the top. Holding him firm, she slowly draws her tongue around his head before flattening her it and sliding him deep inside her throat.

Colson twists his fingers in her long blonde hair as he leans his head back. Reveling in the warmth of her mouth. Flicking her wrist around his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other, Luna steadily sucks Colson cock. Letting the tip of his dick bump the far back of her deep throat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Colson thinks as he explodes in Luna's mouth. Wanting it to be inside her sweet pussy insisted.

Kissing his thighs on her way up, after he's wiped her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Luna leans up for a kiss.

Grabbing the back of her head and her bare ass, Colson kisses Luna intensely. Their juices mixing together in their mouths.

"You like, BABY?" She asks with a cocked eye, knowing what's she's potentially starting.

"It's Baby now?" He eyeballs her with his response.

"It's whatever the fuck you want... You trust me?" She asks, leaning back now as she holds on and looks up at him.

"I've told you..." He starts.

"Shut the fuck up. You trust me?" She interrupts him.

Colson nods.

"Then just wait... It'll all make sense." Luna smiles sweetly before pecking his lips. "I love you."

"I swear she's more complicated than I am..." Colson thinks as they get dressed. He can't help but be intrigued by Luna. Always.

Regardless, he scoops her up again. Legs back around his waist. Kissing each other lovingly. One Look exchanged.

Unlocking the bathroom, they walk out satisfied. One confused but both satisfied.

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The Show at Myth Live is raw.

The Band playing perfectly as Colson performs. Jumping all over The Stage, talking to his fans, diving into the adoring crowd.

Luna comes out for Bad Things. Colson kisses her giggles once they finish. She hypes and Thanks the audience before walking OffStage. Luna sharing a bottle and joints with both Ashleigh and Sam as they watch.

It's a full 27 song setlist, sticking closely to the formula of previous shows on the tour. Colson running through El Diablo twice and encoring Sail.

Gripping Luna's hand as he drags her off to the dressing room as always.

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The scene in Colson's dressing room isn't much different then any other night since he performed at Nightingale.

With a bottle, multiple joints, love chatter and fucking, Colson unwinds.

Deciding to stick in the venue instead of going out exploring. They're off tomorrow and would rather travel through the night.

Standing in the middle of the room, just them two, Colson pulls Luna into him.

"I love you, Kitten." His deep voice tells every organ in her body.

Squeezing him tightly, she burrows her face in her safe spot in his chest.

I love you." She coos. "More than you'll ever know."

There's a beautiful silence between Luna and Colson. A million things being said with no words. Only breathing and heartbeats.

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Catching up with everyone BackStage, Colson and Luna both grab a beer. Colson's called over by Baze as Ashleigh pulls on Luna's arm.

"I need your help..." She starts off.

"What's up?" Luna asks after a swig.

"We got that MA merch. He's gotta sign cards and hoodies... You think you can help me keep him focused?" She asked with a concerned look.

"Fuck, yeah. You got the list? We got cards?" Luna asks.

"Yeah! Check these out! Ashleigh says relieved. Pulling a card off her clipboard, she finds herself more and more appreciative of Luna's help and presence.

Luna takes one. Looking it over, the inside is blank.

"That jawns sick!!" Luna exclaims in approval to Ashleigh's content. "What's going on the inside?"

"I don't know...." Ashleigh trails off. "I wanted your opinion." She answers honestly.

Luna thinks for a minute. It has to be personal but, legally Monica has taught her to choose her words wisely and never admit fault. Plus, it's gotta keep Colson's attention.

"What do you think about addressing them individually, but with a simple Thinking of You and his signature?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh likes the idea but is unsure how they'll keep everything in order. Thinking for a moment again, Luna suggests taking control of the envelopes.

"Lemme get a copy of the mailing list. I'll have him start them tonight, and keep them in order so tomorrow he can bang out the hoodies and we'll just go in a line... You know what I mean?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh doesn't but she trusts Luna. Agreeing to meet up with her and Colson, Ashleigh grabs what they need as Luna looks for her Lover.

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Colson isn't pleased, he hates THAT Night. He's only been OffStage for an hour or b so and wants to hang out with his Boys.

"So hang out with your Boys. Just pay the fuck attention. Because you're gonna either do part of it tonight or all of it on your day off." Luna states as a of matter of facts.

Knowing she's right and ALWAYS putting his EstFam first, Colson pops open a black pen. "It's the least I can do...." I thinks. Thankful everyone was Okay that night.

Bullshitting with Luna, Ashleigh, Sam and The Boys, he tries not to dwell too hard on how bad it could've been for everyone.

Not being able to fully hide from the pain, Colson addresses each envelope with his fan's name. Choosing whatever The Fuck he'd like to say to them himself, he signs each card personally. Passing them to Luna so she can keep them in order.

"He may be an Asshole.... But he is the sweetest Asshole I know. And my fucking Lover." Luna can't help but think. Falling more in love with him as she watches him put whole his heart into each note.

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To be continued.....

[rnufharose]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 9

Words: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None

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He opened the door to the spare bedroom, pulling the curtains apart to allow the sunlight in. The bed was yet to be graced with sheets and a comforter and the empty closet will be out to good use once she arrived. Staying here would be for her protection, but he wasn't entirely sure how he would get her to come here. He knew with one look, she would be scared.

"Sehun-ah," Chanyeol stepped into the room and the younger male faced him. "So... she'll be using this room, huh?"

"She might as well," the raven-haired hitman shrugged. "Its the only room in this apartment that hasn't been touched since I moved here." He crossed his arms and sucked in a breath through his teeth, his face scrunched with perplexity. "Although... I'm not entirely sure how we'll get her to come here."

"Make an ad," Chanyeol suggested. "You're looking a renter. Once she sees the listing, she'll come here."

"But I don't want to lie to her," Sehun muttered, looking down, and Chanyeol tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat, tilting his head.

"You know we've committed a lot more serious crimes than lying," he spoke solemnly. "And this is a kind lie. She'll know you're doing it for her own good..."

"I just don't want her to feel like a prisoner," He lifted his gaze, staring toward the other male with a frown. "She's been through enough already and she knows I'm around. That look on her face when she saw me... it still haunts me."

"I know," Chanyeol nodded in understanding. "But really, she'll be fine. If you're willing to protect her, then that's more than enough. And I think I can help you!" He added with a smirk, and Sehun narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

"You're not going to do something foolish, are you?"

"Yah, relax! I'm your hyung and you can trust me," he made his way out of the room, his smile growing wider once he saw the big fluffy white bichon laying on the carpet with his tongue hanging out. "If we're going to win her over, we'll need something cute to do it, and you have something cute."

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Haneul couldn't live in The Magic Shop's storage room after what happened the night before. After closing, Jungkook had taken her to his place, offering her the spare room, the fear of her getting hurt chipping away at his thoughts. He knew she wanted to find a way to get on her feet but he truly wanted her to stay with him as long as she pleased, but the girl proved to be very stubborn.

The door to the brownstone apartment was open, and Jungkook was in the kitchen making himself some iced tea while Haneul sat on the steps of the front porch, scrolling through her phone as she looked through listings for affordable apartments. So far, she could only find seedy one bedroom apartments in the poor part of Seoul where gang activity was prominent, or ridiculously expensive ones in Gangnam that only celebrities could afford.

"Dammit," she mumbled, putting her phone down for a moment and running her fingers through her hair.

Jungkook stepped outside, taking a seat beside her and sipping his iced tea. He noticed the defeated expression she harbored, his eyes filled with concern, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she answered, smiling half-heartedly. "I'm just trying to get out of your hair... I don't want to burden you..."

"You're like my little sister," he told her. "You can never burden me. In fact, I want you to stay. Live here for as long as you like. Plus, the apartment feels less lonely with you here..."

"Jungkook," she began, but she couldn't find the words to continue. After all the trauma she had faced, she felt she needed to face this on her own. She didn't want to drag her loved ones into her problems, even if it meant she had to distance herself from them. Maybe coming to Seoul was a mistake, she thought. I should have used the money I had to leave the country...

"You want a fresh start. I get it," he said as if he had read her thoughts. "but being alone won't give you that, Neullie." He stood again, looking down at her and giving her a smile. "Anyway, if you change your mind, that'll make me very happy. There's leftover iced tea so hurry inside if you want some." He made his way through the door, leaving her alone on the steps once more, and she made an affirmative sound, staring out toward the street and apartments that lined the other side of the pavement.

Chanyeol stood a few feet away, watching the young man retreat inside, and the girl picked up her phone again, going back to looking for more apartments. Vivi was on his leash, walking once the tall male made his way down the sidewalk, posting a flyer that he and Sehun had made onto one of the posts near the brownstone.

Once he was close enough, he was able to get a glimpse of the girl that his friend had begun to protect. Chanyeol had to admit, she looked very cute. She had a sweet look about her—one that must look beautiful when she smiled, her face round, framed by long silky hair, her eyes doe-like and colored chocolate. However, he noticed the sadness they harbored, the light that once graced them gone. Her lips appeared thinner and her cheeks lacked some color. She looked miserable, like the traumatic experiences she had encountered had begun to take a toll on her. She looked so small and afraid, ready to break, but the tight grip on her phone, the way she furrowed her brows, keeping herself from crying, made him realize she was trying to be strong.

That she was willing to hold herself together after everything she had been through.

Haneul's mind began to wander, her thumb no longer moving along the screen of her phone. She took into account Taehyung's words from yesterday, telling herself to run if she saw any illegal activities... and if that guy ever came back. "Sehun..." she mumbled his name absentmindedly before his blank face appeared again, his cold gaze piercing through that other man, his black hair falling along the sides of his face. She jolted in fear, dropping her phone onto the pavement, the screen now severely cracked. Her heartbeat was elevated, and she breathed heavily, growing slightly as she stared at the damaged screen. The hair on the back of her neck stood and she shuddered, her trembling hand reaching for her phone.

While she was distracted, Chanyeol deliberately let go of Vivi's leash, and the big white bichon came running toward her, his white tail wagging and his tongue out. He stood on his legs and pressing his pawns against her.

The brunette raised her brows, all thoughts of her phone long gone once he yipped sweetly, and that brought a small smile to her face. "Oh, hi!" She cooed, rubbing his fur.

Now was his chance. The tall male pretended to hold a frantic face, running toward the steps of the brownstone until he stood doubled over before the girl. He prayed this would work. "Vivi-ah!" He huffed, feigning relief before standing straight, looking down at the dog. "Sorry about him! I'm looking after my friend's dog while he does his work today. He seems to have taken a liking to you."

"It's fine," Haneul said once she looked up at the man. She giggled when she saw his floppy ears and dimples. His face was a nice change from what she saw yesterday. "He's adorable... they both are." She looked at the bichon.

I feel bad... but she bought into my lie. "Thank you," the male laughed, satisfied that she was at ease around Vivi. His plan was working, but he hoped that with this, she would be able to look into the apartment listing. Maybe she won't be so afraid when she began living with Sehun. He looked at her cracked phone, keeping up with their conversation and tilting his head. "How did that happen?"

"I just dropped it," she said while scratching Vivi behind the. "I was preoccupied and I may have scared myself... I was looking for an apartment to move into so I wouldn't be a bother to my friend."

"Is that so...?" He hummed, giving her a smile of encouragement. "I know you will. Don't lose hope. Who knows? The perfect apartment may be closer than you think." He grabbed the bichon's leash and tugged on it gently, "Vivi-ah, let's get going. It was nice meeting you, little miss."

"You too," she nodded once and darted her gaze back to Vivi, giving him a wave. "Have a good day, little Vivi!"

Vivi gave one last yip toward the girl before walking away.

From the other end of the block, at the corner of one of the buildings, Sehun watched as Chanyeol approached him, staring back at the girl for a moment. His face softened when she looked back at her phone, that fleeting smiling of hers gone. He was disappointed she stopped smiling but once she began living with him, he would make sure to protect that smile.

Chanyeol rounded the corner, his smile fading once he stood before the younger male, handing him Vivi's leash. "It's done... now, all that's left is for her to look at the flyer and go to your apartment."

"Good. I don't think it will be long as before she notices the listing for the apartment," Sehun knelt down to pet Vivi, a gentle smile on his face. "She'll be away from the crime and no one will think of finding her there." He turned back to the brownstone, and he found Ha-Neul's eyes on the flyer. She stood up from the steps, walking toward the electrical post and pulling off the tape gently. She read the listing carefully and her shoulders weren't so tense. It seemed she was considering looking into the apartment. This lie would have to continue, but Sehun hoped she would understand.

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Haneul was able to find the apartment in a clean part of the city. She was careful to traverse there, although she knew Jungkook would flip if he found out she went alone after everything she had been through. Even so, she had to do this on her own. She couldn't depend on her friends all the time.

She entered the building, looking around the lavish lobby, the reception desk void of any receptionist. The elevator doors were a shining silver and she walked toward them, her shoes clicking quietly against the immaculate floor. She stepped inside once the doors opened, riding the ascending shaft in silence until she came to a rather lavish hallway.  What is...? She thought. The apartment building's interior wasn't at all what was described to be on the flyer. Maybe it's a scam, she continued down the carpeted floor, the lights dim and the walls colored brown with potted plants beside each door. Apartment 707.

She found the door to the apartment, which lay at the very end of the hallway. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer, prompting her to knock again. Once more, she didn't hear anyone on the other side. The brunette decided to grab the handle, and the door pushed upon, her eyes widening slightly. The moment she stepped inside, she was greeted with a clean apartment, a wide glass pane showcasing the city skyline. The large living room harbored leather couches, a coffee table and a TV hanging on the wall. The contemporary kitchen had white cabinets and an electric stove, and there was a water dish meant for a dog. There were two bedrooms in the hallway, and she deduced that someone was already living here.

Maybe it was a scam after all. She sighed and faced the door, ready to leave.

"I see you found my listing, but you're not going to inquire about it?"

Haneul froze in place, her body growing stiff and her grip on the doorknob growing tighter. She knew that voice.

It was him.

Sehun.

She should have known better. She should have suspected this wasn't real. Now she was about to be killed again and no one would know that she disappeared. She could feel her hands shaking, fear in her eyes, and she didn't dare turn to face him.

Sehun stepping from around the corner into the main room. He had changed out of his black suit into more casual clothes as to not intimidate her with his usually serious image--a white buttondown and black pants, his long hair slightly matted, the free strands falling along his forehead.

She was here. She stood right there, in front of him and he could feel a sense of respite in her presence. Now he could tell her why he truly wanted her here. Now he could protect her. Now he could apologize for lying to her. The last thing he wanted was for her to run away.

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

Have A Drink On Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Slow burn .. 18+

Standing in the mirror, you looked closely at yourself. Your addiction to body piercings growing throughout your years now made you self conscious, especially living with the Winchesters. They were perfect. It took everything you had not to find your own place when they would bring their dates back to the bunker, mostly Dean. Your crush on him was enormous and imaginary. There was no way a guy like him could like a clumsy mess of a person like yourself.

The mirror on the dresser made you want to throw it across the room. Until there was a knock. "Come in," you answered and rolled your eyes at your reflection, hiding the worry on your face.

You were thankful to see the kind smile in Sam's eyes when he walked in. Completely opposite of Dean. "Just wanted to say that Dean and I wanted you to know we were going out later,and we wanted you to come with. Ya know.. if you didn't have plans."

Sam was the sweet one. He respected your privacy and needs to wonder without having two bodyguards leaning over your shoulder all the time.

Just when you thought you were totally a lost cause.

Dean, on the other hand, when the three of you would end up at the bunker he would always find a way to disappear from any room you were in. He either had weapons to clean, go on beer runs, or he would fiddle with the car until you found something else to do. Were you really that pathetic?

"That's nice, Sam, but I don't know if I'm up for an adventure tonight," you declined softly and gave him your best fake smile. "I'm not really feeling it."

He looked like he wanted to question you but decided against it. Sam knew if you wanted to talk you would. "Oh, okay," he cast his eyes down his narrow body to his feet and huffed. "We leave at eight if you change your mind." With a single smile your way, he turned and shut the heavy door, leaving you with your thoughts again.

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Dean's P.O.V.

By lunch the three of your were starving and everyone had different ideas for a meal. "Hey Y/N, I bet you haven't had Dean's sandwiches yet," Sam winked at you from across the table. "They're the best." Dean turned to his little brother with wide eyes.

What the hell is he doing, Dean thought to himself. Sam knew for a while that his brother had a crush on the girl that was two years younger than his baby brother. Every once in a while Sam would catch him staring at her while she would research the things they needed for a hunt. Her tiny hands running across the keyboard. Or Dean would stare in awe as she took on the largest of creatures that go bump in the night. Dean knew things could go bad if he ever went there with her. How could he ever come close to hurting you like that?

I would always find ways to keep myself busy. Just long enough to keep my mind off Y/N. Running through the garage, playing with weapons, and above all avoiding eye contact. Staying away from her but wanting to stay beside her was like fighting a war between my head and heart. I always wanted her, but I knew my consequences if something bad ever happened.

"Mmm..no. I don't think I have," Y/N's beautiful smile spread in my direction. Her smile, Jesus Christ, her smile! If I could keep that smile on her face all day, I would. Then the way her eyebrow piercing would bounce when she laughed or the one on her tongue would sneak past her lips when she would wet them.

"Well, prepare to be amazed," my laugh came out short and fast and I took off to the kitchen. I had to get out of there before little Dean got fired up and my stomach knotted when I heard her feet shuffling behind me.

"Jus' wanted to watch the master chef himself," she smiled at me, her eyes wide and shining. Man I could take her right here if she were willing. Why the hell would she want this, though? Y/N didn't belong in this world. She belonged in a fairytale, with her prince charming, where they ride off into the sunset. Even if I could make her happy, how long would it last?

Well, if this is my shot, I'm shooting it. I grabbed her hands the way I always wanted to and spun her until she was by the refrigerator. "Help me get the stuff out, sweetheart," I grinned and watched her search for everything she wanted on her sandwich.

Y/N had her hands full with stuff and just as she handed me the sliced cheese, it slipped from our hands. We both bent down for it and my hands crossed her small fingers, and I pulled away. I took the rest of the ingredients and worked fast, trying to busy myself from her watching beside me. "And here you go," I happily set the neat sandwich down on her plate, the crust cut off like she requested. If only she would request me to do other things for her..

She licked her lips again before sinking her teeth into the fresh bread. Watching her face light up was pure sweetness. Oh, dear God, I want to be that sandwich. I want to have those little bite marks all over me. My mind was screaming with the urge to ask her out right then. What would she think? Would she laugh? Would she say yes? "Okay, I'm going to make Sam's and let you finish that," I trailed off as my geek brother walked through the kitchen doorway.

He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, asking if I asked Y/N to go with us yet. "No you," I mouthed back at him." The panic had formed into beads of sweat, luckily only I knew about.

Y/N was completely oblivious to our conversation and Sam put his hands up in surrender and shook his head, "She already told me no."

"Deannn.." Y/N moaned as she took the last bite of her sandwich and the sound didn't go unnoticed by the boys. She was still slumping over the counter top, sandwich in one hand and chip in the other, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. "That was amazing," she sang lovingly.

Dean closed his mouth that had fallen slack. Did she just make that sound for him? I need to leave right now, he thought to himself then scolded after looking at Sammy with red cheeks. "Hey, are you going out with us tonight," I spoke in a rush. Never had I been so nervous around a girl before. Maybe because she wasn't a girl. Y/N was a woman.

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Reader P.O.V.

Throughout the day you flip flopped the idea of Sam and Dean's offer in your head. Why in the hell were they so caught up on you leaving the bunker tonight? And what got into you today at lunch? Following Dean's path like a puppy, praising his name over a damn sandwich?

You tucked away all the embarrassing moments and sat up from your place in bed. "Okay," you sighed to yourself and put down the TV remote. "If you are going to do anything, you have to do something with yourself first."

The water and steam in the shower relaxed your muscles a little. You watched the bubbles form on your skin from the body wash and the soft, pink loofah while the sweet smell of the shampoo soaked through your locks of hair. Then, Dean's name appeared in your cloudy brain. Not here. Not now. You cringed at the thought of him seeing you like this and started to scrub that thought out of your head like the bubbles on your body.

When your shower was completely over and you stepped out into the open cool air of the bathroom, you found yourself looking in the mirror again. Your eyes wandered from every hole that had been made by a needle in a piercing shop. One night wouldn't hurt anyone. Would it? You went to work, removing the stud earrings, the tongue piercing, all of it.

Your hair and makeup do over came to an end and you glanced at your straight hair and even eyeliner, proud that your features came together for one night. The red dress that had been a gift from Donna and Jody as a birthday present sat in back of the closet for the longest time. Now, the tight fabric clung to all the right places and the black lace up heels complemented your red toes. It's now or never, you thought and walked out of the comfort of your room.

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Sam's P.O.V.

"Where is she? Y/N should be here by now," Dean fidgeted in his seat in the library chair. Having to admit that his brother's nervousness about seeing the woman of his dreams all dressed up and the possibility of her liking him too gave Sam the little hope he always held onto. "Do I look okay, Sammy? Too much?"

Sam smiled and laughed at his older brother. All his life he had looked up to Dean. When it was Sam that was nervous about a girl, he didn't talk to his father about it, he went to Dean. Now, seeing him like this, it was Sam's turn for the pep talk. "You look fine, just chill dude. She'll be down in a minute."

"What if I can't do it? What it I look crazy or some lunatic comes up to her before I get a chance to," his brother was panting now and Sam could tell he was about to back out of going. Oh HELL no. He will not ruin this for him nor her.

"Dean, it's okay. You really don't know how much she's into you, do you?" Sam's calm voice flowed through Dean's ears.

Dean looked at his younger brother as if he had two heads. "What are you talking about," his voice went high for a moment and it made Sam giggle.

"Oh, you are hopeless," Sam sighed and played with his thumbs, enjoying this very much. "Buddy, my room is closer to hers and I promise you these walls may hold a very strong power to protect us, but these walls are also very thin," Sam grinned and bit into his lip, wondering if telling Dean this was a good idea.

He watched as his brother's emotions unfolded in the small leather chair. "What? What the FUCK, Sam? Why didn't you tell me this sooner," Dean's out burst made Sam's head fall back with laughter.

Before Sam could say another word Y/N's heels let them know she was getting closer.

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Reader's P.O.V.

You padded down the bunker's hallway, until you reached the opening of the library. Before stepping into site, you could hear Sam's laughter booming over something Dean had said. These boys, you smiled to yourself.

Your heels clicked a few more strides before stopping in front of the wide table where they sat. "Y/N, you look amazing," Sam smiled and stood from his comfortable chair. Dean had been fiddling with the collar of his shirt but made a double take at you and your new dress. His eyes traveling from your lace ups to your eyes, taking in as much as possible.

"Whoa," he smiled that handsome smile and stepped closer to you. His hand reached out to grab yours and he kissed the top it. You smiled and felt your cheeks turn crimson because his eyes never left yours.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, you forgot Sam was watching the whole thing. "Are you two finished now," he poked fun at his brother and winked at you. "Because if I'm going anywhere, I'm leaving now."

Dean waved him off and turned to your side, holding out his elbow for you. You questioned him silently but took his arm and when Sam was farther away he leaned into you, "Y/N, you look beautiful tonight," his green eyes shined and so did his smile. The two of you had reached the car where his younger brother was and Dean held open the door for you.

When everyone was comfortable the Impala pulled away from the bunker and the night began. "Two more minutes and we should be there," Sam announced from his place in the passenger seat. You looked up from your phone and you met Dean's stare. How long had he been watching you? You licked your lips for show and rubbed your knees together, never taking your eyes off his.

You forced yourself from looking at him and you sat up straighter to see the parking lot of the bar you had just pulled into. Dean was the first out the car and quick to open the door for you. You smiled at his thoughtfulness and took his hand to help you out. "Have a drink, on me. Please," Dean found himself looking at your lips the whole time he ask.

Smiling your best ten of ten smile, the kind that reached your eyes, you nodded and followed him to the bar door.

...

Some how, somewhere this felt right. It sure felt right an hour later when the two of you escaped back to the bunker and into your room. You never would have thought that Dean could have been into you. But now, balls deep inside of you and the bruised and wet skin, gave you the satisfaction of your earlier thoughts.

"So good," you moaned against his lips when he thrust harder into you. Your nails clawed into his back, taking in every inch of him. The bed moving with every stroke turned you on even more. "Dean..." you threw your head back as he found that perfect spot between your neck and shoulder and bit down, coming hard.

Dean brushed his nose against yours, still holding himself above you, "Mine." Your heavy panting and heartbeat slowed when the words left his lips. Your hands still holding his above your head. "Yours," you smiled and kissed him, his tongue fighting yours and he bucked into you again, making you whimper.

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