#they quickly turn into the kind of couple that's like sorry can't go out tonight monday night is date night

[seospicybin]

INEXPERIENCED.

Han x reader. (s)

Synopsis: One of your subordinates wasn’t performing the way you would have liked, you invited him for a drink in the hopes of encouraging him only to discover that he's inexperienced in other things too. (7,5k words)

Author's note: Let me know if you want a second part. Oh, and happy birthday, Hannie! ♡

"Goddammit!"

The chief's voice is sharp and loud like a crack of thunder but instead of lightning, it comes with a stack of papers hurling toward you.

Fortunately, it's breezing past the side of your head as it scatters in the air and the papers float before they make a quiet landing on the floor.

"Have you been teaching those under your wing right?" The chief yells again, this time personally aimed it toward you with his nostrils flared and his neck gets all red whether from the anger or his collar is too tight, or both.

"Don't make light of our work here!"

It's always safe to apologize first and explain later, it's even better if there are no explanations at all and admit right away that it's your fault.

"We're very sorry, sir!" You sincerely say while keeping your head down, you secretly glance to the side to check on someone and he does the same thing too.

"I'll take responsibility for this," you openly accept the blame as a good senior would do.

"Enough with your apologies!" The chief lowers his voice as he rubs on his wrist and you guess he got hurt from hurling the papers at you with all of his strength.

"Just go back to your work and do it right!" The chief yells once more as he hides the pain around his wrist.

You nod and put on a courteous smile, "Please, excuse us," you say.

You quickly make your way out of his office along with your junior co-worker and none of you say anything until you both turn into the hallway that leads you back to your office.

The person next to you, Han, stops walking and turns to face you, he's looking down at his feet when he apologizes, "I'm sorry. It was my mistake but I dragged you into this."

With a job comes a responsibility and when you get tasked to take him under your wing, you are fully aware that he's your responsibility and his mistake will be your mistake too. Since he's new, it's understandable that he stumbled on things but the problem is he's done it a couple of times already in the last five months he's been working here.

However, you remember you were once in his position and you've experienced how stressful it can be when everyone is pressing you from all sides, you don't want that for him so you try to be a compassionate senior for him.

You gently place your hand on his shoulder and smile at him, "The most important thing is you acknowledge your mistake and apologize. Now, we can just laugh it off," you tell him.

Han lifts his head, showing how sorry he is with his eyebrow downturn and wistful eyes, "We can't just laugh it off," he meekly says.

You put your hand on the small of his back and whisk him away to continue walking down the hallway, "Let's just laugh it off and have a few drinks tonight," you console him.

"Maybe just one drink," he says, feeling concerned with what you mean by a few drinks.

"Let's drink until morning!" You jokingly say, linking your arm with his.

"We can't drink until morning," Han meekly says as you keep dragging him along with you.

"Oh, come on!" You gently slap him on the chest and get surprised by the firm muscles he has under his crisp white shirt, "It's my treat."

-

What's a high-paying job when he earns more stress than money?

Han should consider himself lucky that he has you as a senior. Not only that you're nice, you are so kind and patient with him, you teach him everything he needs to know about his job and the company. You always try to cheer him up when he gets chewed off by the chief. You're not only making this job bearable to him, you make it possible for him to enjoy his work with you around.

"Oh, no!" You gasp as you see the sign taped on the front door of the bar.

"Our sanctuary!" You cry with your lips pursed and your shoulders sagged.

Closed for renovation, it says on it.

It's such a shame that the bar that you both regularly visit is closed on days like this when he needs to drink his sorrow away and just decompress.

"Shall we go somewhere else?" He suggests while scratching the back of his head, raking his brain for any bar he knows in this area.

Your face brightens as the light bulb in your head dings with an idea, "How about we drink at my place?"

"Huh?" His eyes burrowed in slight shock and confusion.

"Come on! It's just around the corner," you don't wait for his answer, you link your arm around him and whisk him away with you.

Turns out, you're not lying about your place is just around the corner. You live in a small house with a miniature garden in the back and everywhere he looks, there's a potted plant sitting in the corner of the room.

It creates such a contrast to the hustling and bustling of the city and the stressful environment at work, it offers a pleasant atmosphere that instantly puts him at ease.

Keeping the window open, the wind chime sings a tune every time a gust of wind brushes in between, sending them clinking against each other.

"How do you manage to take care of all of these plants?" He asks in wonder, foolishly touching the tiny thorns on one of your succulents.

"It's easy," you answer from the kitchen, "You just need to water them."

Han saunters into the kitchen, ready to offer his help as you stand on your tiptoe to get glasses from the top cabinet. He notices the big jar of dark brown liquid with something floating on the surface.

"What is that?"

"That's what we'll be drinking tonight," you answer with a smile.

Being the gentleman he is, he carries the big jar of mysterious drink to the living room, carefully puts it down on the table, and then sits on the floor, looking at it with curious eyes.

"It's cherry brandy," you inform.

"You made it yourself?" He wildly guesses.

"I am," you answer with a proud smile, opening the jar with all of your strength.

As soon as the lid cracks open, Han is already intoxicated by the sweet, alcohol-tinted aroma that is wafting around the room. He watches as you dip the ladle and meticulously pour it into the glass. He knows now that the things bobbing on the surface are the cherries.

"But how?" He asks in wonder as he observes the drink in his hand.

"It's just cherries, sugar, and vodka, put them in the jar, shake them, put them in the dark for weeks, and voila!" You easily share the recipe and the comprehensive steps for making it.

"No, I mean, how do you have time to do all these?" He asks, utterly befuddled.

Work is draining enough to him that he has no energy left to do other things than rest, and when he gets time, he uses it on something as frivolous as playing video games. That explains why he can't relate to your way of life because how?

You look at him and snort as if his question is inane and the answer is obvious. You get up from the floor as you say, "I'm going to get the cheese."

"Please don't tell me you also made the cheese yourself," he jokingly asks because he already has so much respect for you.

This cherry brandy is dangerous. The cherries mask the taste of the alcohol and all Han can taste is the sweet and tangy flavor of the cherries, but he's aware that he's getting lightheaded with every sip of it. The worst part is he can't stop drinking it.

You're using his drunk state as a chance to tease him and he starts grouching, slurring his words doing it.

"What I'm saying is you always change the topic to me apologizing," he whines with his lips forming a cute pout.

"I'm not," you deny, taking a piece of cheese in between sips.

"I know I am incompetent," he grumbles then hisses at the alcohol burning down his throat.

"I beg to differ. I don't think you're incompetent."

"What then? Incapable? Pathetic? Useless?"

"I think you're just... inexperienced and that's okay," you pause to pick a handful of cherries from the jar with the ladle, "I know that you're sorry and you'll keep trying to be better. I have faith in you, Han."

Han didn't know that he needed to hear that until now. Suddenly, the tightness in his chest loosens, and he feels liberated. He can finally breathe and enjoy his drink with ease.

"Let's impress the chief with our next presentation, okay?" You softly smile at him, raising your glass to invite him for a toast.

Returning the spirit, Han smiles and raises his glass, clinking it with yours as he promises himself to prove that you're not wasting your faith in him.

"Damn! This cherry brandy is so good," he praises with his nose scrunched reacting to the aftertaste.

"Can you do this?" You pop a cherry into your mouth while holding the stem between your thumb and index finger.

"Do what?"

You put the stem into your mouth next and begin moving your mouth, almost like chewing it. After a while, you stick your tongue out, revealing the stem is knotted now. It's impressive, yes, but his eyes are focusing on your lips and how they're glistening wet, probably tastes as sweet as a cherry too.

"That's kind of uh..." he's not sure if what he's about to say is appropriate so he decides not to finish his sentence, "Wow!"

"They say that if you can do this that means you're a good kisser," you remark as you fish out more cherries out of the jar with the ladle.

He hesitates but considering that he's not in a workplace and the alcohol dulls his brain, it can no longer tell what's appropriate or not anymore.

"Are you?"

"Mmh?" You hum in question with a cherry tug between your teeth.

"Are you a good kisser?" He daringly asks.

You bite through the cherry and he can the juice flooding your mouth, you're chewing it as you're looking at him, making him wait for your answer in anticipation.

Then you lean forward on the table, you prop a hand under your chin and slightly tilt your head to the side, "Want to try?"

The way you both execute it is like two teenagers doing seven minutes in heaven. You're both sitting facing each other on the floor with your legs folded under you and awkwardly looking at each other.

All of a sudden, you lean in close until both of your faces are merely inches away from each other. Your lips slowly curl into a smile as you stare into his warm brown eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes."

He can't only handle that much and smiles at your compliment, "Thank you."

"But I need you to close them for now."

"Okay," he obeys your order and closes his eyes.

A minute later, Han just realized what he'd done to himself. With his eyes closed, he can't see what you're doing and he can only wait in anticipation with his heart pitter-patter in his chest.

"Where should I start, mmh?"

He hears you mutter and he knows that it's a rhetorical question, you don't need an answer, you do that just to build his anticipation.

In the next moment, Han feels your breath fanning over his ear, sending goose bumps down his neck, then softly, you press a kiss to his left temple.

“Hmm... where to now?” The words are spoken softly against his skin, each one a caress.

He knows it's yet another rhetorical question but it's enough to send his heart rattling like someone sets firecrackers in his chest.

The tip of your nose grazes his skin as you move lower and you surprise him with a kiss on his cheek, making him close his eyes tightly as impatient sears through him.

As if you hear his thoughts, you land the next kiss on the corner of his mouth, so close yet not exactly where he wants your lips to be.

Then you rest your hand on his jaw, holding him in place as you press an innocent peck on his lips. A tingling sensation bounces around in his chest and a second after you pull away only to sink your lips on his again.

This time, you take the lead, you're showing him how it's done, drawing the kisses out. When your tongue slips between his lips, he goes stock-still. He can't comprehend that your tongue is in his mouth, hot and wet, swirling around his tongue.

This is it. This is kissing and kissing is this good. Oh, man, no one tells him that it's this good!

When you break the kiss, he almost lets out a whimper of complaint from the sudden loss of contact.

"What do you think?" You ask, biting your lower lip but he notices a grin peeking around the edges of your mouth.

"The best kiss I've ever had," he honestly admits.

You let out a soft laugh, "We're not at work. You don't have to suck me up," you say, not entirely buying his words.

"B-but I'm not lying," he assures you with his eyebrows downturn and his dark eyes looking at you.

You take your glass of cherry brandy and have a small sip, "Well, if the only other person you've ever kissed is your mum, then I'll take you on that," you jokingly say.

Something catches in his throat and it's the truth. Han doesn't plan on telling anyone about it or ever for that matter but he deems you're trustworthy enough to keep this secret for him.

"I'm a virgin," he meekly confesses.

The handle of the ladle slips off your fingers and it clatters to the bottom of the jar, "Pardon?"

"I have never had sex with anyone," the hesitation makes his voice quiver at the end of his sentence.

You bring your glass close to your mouth but not drink it, "When I said you're inexperienced, I didn't think that it included the dating area."

Now it feels like he's just told you his defect and his nerves are being replaced by a wave of regret. His eyes wander off, his voice turns small.

"Was that a turn-off?"

You take a cherry from your drink and shove it into your mouth, as you chew on it a sly smirk rises on your face. You lick your lips and then lean forward, "If I say that I'll pop your cherry..."

Your hand reaches for his face and the pressure of your fingertips on his chin makes him face you again, leading him to believe you want eye contact.

"What would you do?"

-

The tension is climbing fast when you both enter your bedroom, he can't even see his surroundings as both of your lips are locked in a rapturous kiss and you lead him in one direction, the bed.

The moment you have him lying on the bed and you pin him under, his skin gets hot and sensitive, his pulse drumming with eagerness. His cock digs in his slacks, reminding him that it's real and it's not some fantasies he's making up in his head. He is sure he's been turned on before but he can't remember when, even if he did, he's sure it wasn't this much.

From there, it's raining kisses on his lips, and in between the aching presses of your lips, your tongue caresses him, making his skin tingle. When he tries to capture your tongue to take into himself, you evade him. You tease him more by brushing at his lips and dip your tongue inside for a mere second, then quickly withdraw, making him almost groan in frustration.

Okay, he gets it, you're a good kisser so stop playing, he complains in his head.

The way you smile against his lips only means that you know what you're doing and enjoying it. Impulsively, Han decides to seal your mouth with his and touches your tongue with his, an explosion of taste in his mouth, sweet, tangy, tart, so. fucking. addictive.

As he's drunk in your kisses, you run your hand down his body and eventually discover his member poking through the front of his slacks.

"Wow!" You lowly gasp yet continue rubbing his clothed bulge, "You're already this hard?"

Since it's his first time, he doesn't know how to properly react or respond, but he's familiar with this feeling tugging inside him, insecurity.

"I'm sorry," he meekly apologizes.

You gently cup his jaw and stare into his dark, round eyes, "What to be sorry for?"

To assure him, you place a long, lingering kiss on his lips and then sit straddling him on the bed. You untuck the hem of your blouse out of your skirt and bring your fingers to the top button.

"My junior pops a boner on me..." you maintain eye contact with him as you continue undoing all the buttons on your blouse, "Then I can't just look and do nothing."

It's a mystery how he doesn't get blind from seeing your bare upper half body but he knows his eyes are almost out of their sockets the second you take your blouse off, revealing your soft mounds hanging beautifully on your chest.

You're already gorgeous with your clothes on but like this, it's too much for him. He swallows hard as you glide your hand down your sternum and he sees how your fingers lightly graze your nipple as you cup the underside.

You take both of his hands and put them on your breasts, then, you let them go just to see what he's going to do with them.

Nothing. He does nothing but look at his hands holding your breasts and you almost grin at how he looks at them with eyes filled with childlike wonder.

You tilt your head to the side, "So what do you think?"

"They're so soft," he innocently answers.

You hold his hands and move them together, fondling your breasts together with him, you gesture his thumb to play with your hardening bud. Soon, he's doing it himself, kneading on your breasts and once in a while, rubbing his fingers over your nipples.

After a while of letting him touch them, you deem he's ready for more, "Want to kiss them?"

His eyes glance up from your chest to your eyes and then stifle a nod. You scoot a little to the back as he rises from the bed, and this new position brings his mouth close to your breasts.

Sensing his hesitation, you say, "Go ahead. Put your mouth on them."

As he stares at them in silence, Han swallows air, sending his Adam's apple bobbing inside his throat before softly landing his small, pouty lips on the valley of your breasts, a long peck that leaves a searing feeling on your skin and then buries his head in between.

A ragged breath escaped your mouth as you encircled your arms around him, drawing him closer. You tangle your hand in his hair, dark, loose curls, caught between your fingers.

Seconds stretched into minutes and Han hasn't done anything but rests one side of his head on your sternum.

"You're not falling asleep, are you?" You jokingly ask.

"No," his voice is small and low, almost like a whisper.

You reckon he needs some pointers on ways to play with them, you glide your hand to the back of his head and tilt his head slightly upward, just enough to make him look at you.

"How about we put them in your mouth?" You ask with your hand softly scratching the tendrils of hair on the nape of his neck.

You lead him by placing your hand on his jaw and with your thumb, you trace his lower lip, then slowly, you part his mouth open with it. You let him do the rest and he catches up fast, he opens his mouth a little wider and takes your ample flesh, then closes his mouth around it.

Han is following his instincts, he tightens his grip around you and pulls you closer so he can feast on you. He has your breasts in his face, his mouth, rolling on his tongue. He can play with them all day.

As you gaze down at your chest, you see his lips wrapped around your nipple and his hand kneading on the other, both stimulations sending you twist and arch your back, your ass making friction on his crotch.

"You like them, huh?"

Without detaching his mouth from your nipple, he answers, "I like this."

He moves his mouth to the other nipple and sucks on it, "and this."

It's such an erotic sight that you feel a tingle down there. You bring your hands to the side of your breasts and push them to the middle so he can suck them all at once.

Han doesn't need more pointers, he knows what he wants and going for it. More importantly, he knows this is no fantasy playing in his head. This moment, you, and his undeniable attraction to you are all real.

He's slowly yet surely claiming your body in any way he can, he drags his lips up your throat, along your jaw, back toward your mouth, kissing you like it's his lifeline and he's hanging on a thin thread.

A murmuring sound hums in your throat as you kiss him back while your hands go down his back, taking the tail of his shirt out of his slacks. You draw your hands back to the front, unbuttoning his shirt and your patience wears thin as you get to the last one, you end up ripping it open.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you place your hand on his bare chest, but it's the swell of his chest muscles that distracts you from your exploration. You never touch hard rounded flesh like this before and his skin is searing hot under your fingertips. Gosh! You want to touch him all over.

As you sink your mouth into his again, you run your greedy hands over his arms, his chest, and his abs. You also admire his exceptional shoulders-to-waist ratio.

On the other hand, Han isn't prepared when you stroke over the fly of his pants, a jolt of pleasure coursed through him and his cock twitches in excitement, and a hoarse groan falls out of his mouth. His mind goes haywire as you unbutton and unzip his slacks, then you withdraw the hard length of his cock. He's almost losing it when your eyes go dark with so much want.

"Oh, so hot," you breathlessly gasp as you wrap your fingers around his swelling member, "mmh... so hard for me."

It's obvious that you have the experience, you seem to know where to touch, what would please him the most, the rhythm he prefers, and know when to pick up the pumping of your hand around his length.

"Am I doing good?" You casually ask, acting like you don't see the effect of your stimulations on him.

"Good," his voice is trembling with so much intensity.

As much as he likes it, he doesn't want to risk coming all over your palm, he wants to explore more of you and more ways to do that to you.

"Want... to... touch you," That's all he can mutter after forcing his brain to form a coherent sentence.

"Want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"There," he lowly whispers that he doubts you can hear it.

You give him a haste kiss before answering his request by sitting on your knees, you swiftly undo the hook fastening at the side of your skirt and then ease the zipper over the sweet curve of your hip. Instead of sitting back down, you get off his lap and slowly lay yourself down on the bed. You raise your hips to lower the skirt down and then out of your legs.

"Now, come here," You're patting the space next to you.

It puts him in a trance seeing you lying naked on the bed with only your white underwear on, the fabric is so flimsy it leaves nothing to the imagination.

After a struggling minute, his brain finally manages to process your command, he lays next to you. You waste no time but gently hold his chin, then bring his head close for a kiss.

Maybe it's because you're too good at this that makes Han feels he needs to rise to the level. He does more than a kiss, he licks, he nibbles at your lips, and his tongue daringly invades your mouth to get as much of that sweet taste of you.

A hand finds him and you're taking it with you, placing it on you, guiding him to where you like to be touched. Your neck, across your chest, the underside of your breasts, around the navel and you keep leading him south, not stopping until his hand meets your clothed sex.

"It's wet," he blurts out as he feels the dampness of your underwear against his palm.

"It's even wetter underneath," you mutter against his lips.

Curiosity gets the best of him, he checks right away to see if what you said is true. He slips his hand under the fabric and immediately gets the answer. You're drenched and it gets all over his fingers the more he touches you.

"Oh, my God..." you arch your back against his hand, offering more of you to touch.

He feels encouraged to please you more, he pulls your underwear to the side and slips one finger into you. Low murmurs tumble from your lips and it tells him that this is what you want. He works a second finger in, and the stretching sensation has your head falling back and your heels dug into the bed.

"Curl them," you instruct as you push into penetration.

Han doesn't obey your words right away, he allows his fingers to ease in and out, feeling you out and catching you off guard, he curls his fingers inside you, startling a breathless gasp from you.

With your eyes closed, you lick your lips and then ask, “Are you sure it's your first time?"

His insecurity kicks in again as you show sheer doubt in your question, “What do you mean by that?”

You open your eyes and slyly smile at him, “It means so far you’re very good at it.”

The moment he hears that his insecurity turns into confidence. He applies slow, measured movements and does what he thinks would please you, using your lewd noises as the guide. The motions seem to calm you even as they put you on edge.

Your hand hikes its way up to his arm then nestles in his tousled hair, "My, my! You really are a capable boy when you try," you praise with dazed eyes and a sly grin.

This should offend him but it does nothing but stroke his ego in the best way. Other than that, he just wants to please you more and more even though he has no idea how. The better question is: what to do next?

"Do you mind taking my underwear off for me?"

He doesn't answer but hurriedly gets himself to do it, fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear, then slowly, pulling it down your legs. The scrape of his nails on your skin sends a shudder down your spine.

"There you go!" You delightfully exclaim once the underwear is off of you.

You get comfortable on the bed, propping an elbow on the mattress as you lie slightly to the side, "Now, take your clothes off."

He's just realized now that his shirt is still loosely draped around his shoulders and his slacks are bunched around his thighs with his hard-on hanging out of his boxer.

With naughty eyes, you watch as he removes the pieces of clothing until there's none left but miles of miles of honey skin. You run one hand down your front then part your legs open, you don't seem to be embarrassed touching yourself in front of him and he finds that very sexy.

Little does he know, what you're about to do next is far sexier.

You put your hands on the back of your knees and then slowly, you pull them apart, exposing your glistening wet core to him.

Han admits that he hasn't seen enough to know but he's sure he's looking at one of the prettiest pussy he's ever seen, glistening wet, pulsating with so much desire, and so damn inviting. Looking at it makes him swallow air, hard.

He wants to play it cool but he fails at it, he wants you so much, he becomes this one big ache of wanting.

As he's about to lower himself on you, you block him from coming closer with your hand on his chest, "Oh, we almost forgot the condom."

You twist your body to the side, hand reaching for the handle of your bedside drawer and pull it open. To cut time, he grabs it for you from a box full of condoms inside the drawer.

"Want me to put it on?" You offer.

"Yes," he shortly answers, not caring if he sounds so eager.

You tear through the foil wrapper and take out the rubber, you give his length a gentle stroke before rolling the rubber down, then you pinch the end to make room for his completion.

You lay back on the bed, head resting on the pillow and a smile lingering on your face, showing him that you're comfortable enough to continue.

"You know what to do next," you say as you rub your hand up and down his forearm.

As he hesitates, you wrap your hand around his cock and rub it between your folds, milking more essence to prepare you for penetration. You're getting impatient for him but you let him decide when to enter you.

After a while, Han finally aligns his cock to your entrance, and with a shallow breath, he pushes just enough until his tip disappeared inside you.

Oh, the face he makes as he enters you, it's priceless.

"I can take a little more," you assure him with fingers lightly scraping the skin of his arms.

"I just—" he bites back a groan and tugs his lower lips between his teeth, "Give me a moment. This is my first time."

As you lay underneath and hear that, you find him hot and cute at the same time, butterflies explode in your stomach and fly around in amok.

"Kiss me," you sweetly ask, bringing his head close with your hand holding his chin.

Han fulfills your wish, lowering his mouth on you again as you wrap your arms around him. As he calms down from the rising tension, you bring your hands down to his hips and nudge him to push more into you.

"Oh..." his groan is hoarse and raw, spilling into your open mouth.

"I want all of you inside me," you whine against his lips.

Conveniently, what you want aligns with what he wants, he pushes the rest of his length inside you until he's fully sheathed in your warm, velvety walls.

A shaky breath escapes his mouth and he buries his head in your neck, you can hear every shudder of his breath, getting heavier with each passing second.

The two of you savor the moment—not speaking, not moving, not doing anything, just being with someone. The room is so quiet you hear the cars driving by outside and the occasional sounds of the wind-chime from the living room.

With a passionate kiss on your lips, he begins moving, he withdraws then thrusts, and the pace turns quick all of a sudden. You understand that this is his first time but he can't fully enjoy it when he's going at a light speed in a second.

"Hey, slow down," You calmly say with a soft peck on his lips and jaw, "don't rush."

He abruptly stops moving for a second and lets out a low sigh, "Sorry, I can't help myself."

Why he has to be this cute in a heating moment like this? You can't help but smile and peck his small lips again. You keep your hand on his neck, feeling the blood rushing in his veins.

"This is our first time," you say, "I want it to be special."

"Okay," he says with repeated nods.

Our first time. That sounds like you're hinting that this will be the first of many. Han feels a flutter all over his body hearing that.

Our first time, he replays it in the back of his head for his own amusement.

Keeping your words in mind, he continues where he left off, thrusting into you again at a moderate speed until he finds his pace. You give him the closeness he seeks by spreading your legs wider and wrapping them around his dainty waist.

In between kisses and moans, you tenderly gaze into his eyes and ask, "So, how do I feel?"

He forces his brain to try and compute words, "You feel hot... slippery and tight."

He pauses to clear his throat and adds, "You feel so good."

"I know," You softly smile and land a peck on his lips, "You feel so good inside me too."

Gosh! If he knew that sex felt this good, he would have done it sooner. He believes that it's all because of you. There's no guarantee that it would feel this good with someone else.

The way you keep clenching tighter around him means that he's doing well but on the other hand, it brings him closer to the edge. How long does sex usually last? He doesn't know but it seems like he can't hold himself back anymore.

"I'm sorry but I think I'm about to come," he says through his gritted teeth.

You hastily kiss his lips, "do you want to cum, mmh?"

Now that you asked him, he doesn't feel good about saying yes because you seem like you still want to continue. He changes his mind, convincing himself he can hold back a little longer.

"No, I can't— I shouldn't," he mutters while shaking his head.

"You hold back so much despite it being your first time," you say with a sly smile.

You put your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, and swiftly, you roll him to the side, forcing him to lay back on the bed while you get on top of him.

"Alright then..." you sigh as you run both hands down his chest, "Try not to come as hard as you can."

Han should've taken your warning seriously. He gaps so loudly as you start rolling your hips against him, back and forth, then in circular motions, painstakingly slow. He's hopelessly grasping at the last shred of sanity left in him.

It's impossible to hold back anymore when you're fucking him good and he's watching you enjoying it with your breasts bouncing along to the slightest of movement, your nails clawing at his chest and the sexiest part of all is that blissful smile plastered on your face.

For a timeless moment, Han hovers on the brink, breathless, until the orgasm crashes over him and he grips at your thighs as you drive into him relentlessly. He hasn't finished with his orgasm yet he can feel your muscles fluttering around him and clamping him down.

With a hoarse groan, you surge into him one last time and come around him, then slowly, you lower your shaking body to the bed.

Without thinking, Han holds you close like you are his. He puts his arms around you and you burrow your head into the crook of his neck as you hold him back.

"Congratulations!" You whisper.

"Mmh?" He asks with dazed eyes.

"Your cherry has been popped!"

-

Han jolts awake the next morning, he's seeing you sleeping next to him, in your room and the sun is shining so brightly outside. The first thought that comes to his mind is he's late for work and panicked.

He rises from the bed and gasps, "Oh, God! Did I oversleep?!"

You put your hand on his chest and pull him to lay back on the bed, "It's Saturday," you sleepily croak.

"Oh? Right..." His panic turns into embarrassment and he blames his body clock for that.

You scoot close to his side and put your arm across his chest, fingertips lightly trailing his collarbone. It feels nice, and snug. Why would he try to leave this heavenly feeling of lazing on the bed with you?

But he's aware that he should also consider that you might want your personal space back and he doesn't want to overstay his visit.

"I uhm... I probably should go," he says yet not moving an inch.

He hears you draw a breath then drop your hand to cup his jaw, "Okay."

Again, Han remains still on the bed, lying so close next to you and in your warm embrace. You suddenly lift your head and roll to the side, overlapping his body with yours.

"Before you leave, want to shower with me first?"

This is unexpected but he's not complaining at all. He reminds himself to keep calm and try to come up with a playful response.

"So we can have sex again?"

You crack a laugh at that and rest your chin on his chest, you gently tap his cheek with your index finger, "Now that you're no longer a virgin, you think you're so hot, huh?"

It hasn't completely sunk into him that he had sex for the first time last night and the reminder makes his heart flutter.

He keeps his cool and nonchalantly shrugs, "Just a little."

-

As much as he tries his best to resist it, Han keeps following you with his eyes.

Yes, he's aware of how creepy it is and he wants to act normal, it makes it obvious that he feels something toward you.

Or rather, why are you able to act normal about this?

He admits that he likes that part about you, you are aware that this is a workplace and there shouldn't be personal business involved within.

However, Han can't help but wonder if he's the only one still thinking about that night.

Now that he thinks about it, you and him never really agreed on what to call this relationship, is it just casual or do you want to take it further, and is not talking about it an adult thing to do?

"Ugh, I don't know," he doesn't mean to let it out loud but thankfully, no one is there to hear it.

His eyes hovering over you again, he slightly swivels his office chair to the side and watches you checking files from one of your juniors. He finds it attractive that you have a crease between your eyebrows whenever you're focused on something and the way you flip the page then hold it between your fingers, oh, it does something to him.

"It looks good," you say as you put the files back, "You can proceed with this one."

Your junior takes the file back from you and holds it in front of her as she asks, "Will you come to our company dinner tomorrow night?"

You don't even consider it but answer right away, "Yes, sure, I'll be there."

Your junior responds with a warm smile, "That's great!"

After your junior leaves, you collect some files from your desk, get up, and bring them with you as you make your way toward his desk.

He doesn't know why but he shoots up from his chair as if he gets caught doing something. You stop by his desk and you have no idea how thankful he is, imagine if you walked past his desk, he would be so fucking embarrassed.

"Han, these are the documents for the next meeting," you say, showing him the files you're holding, "Can you organize them for me?"

"Absolutely!" He answers without a beat.

He thinks you have nothing else to do for him but you linger by his side and then slowly lean into his side while keeping the files open, covering half of your faces.

"Isn't the day after tomorrow is your birthday?" You ask.

His breath hitches either from the proximity or the fact that you know about this birthday, "Yes. How do you know?"

"Oh, well..." You slightly shrug instead of telling him the answer.

Taking him by surprise, you lean in closer and then place a soft kiss on his cheek. His breath catches in his throat and he feels a hiccup coming. He looks around to see if anyone saw that but the official remains lively as usual.

"What's that for?" He manages to ask while holding his cheek as if he is trying to hide the mark even though there is nothing but the searing feeling it leaves on his skin.

"An early birthday present," you simply answer with a smile then walk back to your desk.

Han used to dread company dinner because it requires him to drink and he's bad at drinking.

The first round is at a barbecue place, the drinking is moderate, and he can slow down the drinking by shoving food in between.

On the second round, they're going for a karaoke bar and that's when it gets tricky, someone will somehow notice if he hasn't drunk enough and force him to get on their level. If only they had any ideas that he'd be likely blacked out from drinking as much as them.

By the time the second round ends, Han finds himself stumbling on his way out of the karaoke bar. He's not drunk but he knows he's one drink away from it. Someone grabs his arm and without looking, he knows that it's you. No one likes to link their arms with him, except you.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here?" You keep your voice low to not let anyone else hear it.

"Yes," he answers without thinking and frankly, you can take him anywhere you want.

"Round three! Let's go!" The team manager shouts, half slurring his words and leading everyone to go.

"But–but how about...?" He stutters, pointing at their co-workers walking away and he's afraid that the two of you might get in trouble for ditching everyone else.

"Don't worry about it," you assure him, walking to the other way of where everyone else is going and at the end of the street, you hail a taxi.

It's obvious that he doesn't know where you're taking him until you tell the taxi driver to pull over and he steps out of the taxi, finding himself at the front of a hotel.

He follows you as you walk across the lobby, coming toward the reception to check in for a stay. The process only takes a few minutes and you get handed a keycard.

He can simply ask you why you're taking him here but it would be so naive of him, right? The most important thing is he likes where this is going.

Arrive at your floor, you lead the way to the room and even though he's still feeling a little lightheaded, his eyes can't seem to look away from watching your back figure as you walk in front of him with your hips swaying side to side and that pencil you always wear to work does nothing but accentuate the shape of your—

"I'm sorry, Han," you suddenly apologize as you walk up to a door and he guesses it must be the room you're assigned to.

"Yes?" He asks, confounded.

Instead of getting into the room first, you turn around on your feet and stand with your back facing the door while holding the keycard in your hands.

"You see I don't really know what you'd like for your birthday so..." your voice turns lower the more you speak but it's the soft gaze and the way you're looking at him through your lashes that suddenly makes it hard to breathe.

"I was thinking we could go shopping together but I can't help myself."

There's no physical contact whatsoever but he gets hot all over, he licks his lips as his eyes flick to your lips that tempted him to kiss.

"I've been thinking about being alone with you and all the things we could do together."

He is right to not ask the question but God, he likes the answer to it.

"So... will this do?" You ask, your eyes filled with wild, naughty glints.

Instead of answering, he takes the keycard from your hand and puts it close to the scanner on the handle of the door, it automatically clicks open.

Now, you know the answer. He couldn't ask for a better birthday present than what's going to happen in this hotel room.

-

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[luveline]

id love to see eddie and a shy!reader at a concert. r is overwhelmed with the crowd and eddie is being his usual lovely reassuring self

love you sm!

ty for ur request! —eddie insists on taking care of you when you get overwhelmed in the middle of a concert. fem!reader, 1.3k

"This is insane, right?" Eddie asks. Or, yells. 

The ground thumps with music. The drum feels as though it's being beaten against your own chest, heat at every angle, lights flashing above and roaming downward. You blink against the purples and blues, your hand sweaty in Eddie's. 

"I'm sorry!" you shout, nodding down at your joined hands. 

Eddie tucks a limp curl behind his ear. "I'm gonna give you the sweatiest kiss anyone's ever given!" 

"Gross," you say, a half second before Eddie's pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the vibrations of the instruments through his skin. It almost tickles, but Eddie's rough touch helps. 

It's a nice kiss, but there's so much going on. The crowd swells with a unanimous cheer as one song ends and another begins. Eddie yanks himself away from you to grin at the performance, whooping as his favourite guitarist takes centre stage for an intro. You gulp in dank air, the person standing behind you treading on your shoes for the tenth time in as many minutes, the person to your right smelling of pot and beer, sticky thick. 

A firm arm curls around you. "You wanna go up on my shoulders?" Eddie asks. He must be pumping with adrenaline, his kisses quick and plentiful over your cheek as you attempt to answer. 

"As if, Eds." 

"What, you don't think I can get you up there?" 

"I know you can't." 

Eddie visibly registers your shifting mood. "Hey," he says, giving your shoulders a jog, "are you okay? You look like you're having a whitey without the smoke, babe!" 

"I'm okay, I…" You blink sweat from your eyes. "I'm really hot." 

"Take your jacket off, baby. I can hold it for you." 

You shrug out of your damp jacket but feel the same. Still, when Eddie says, "Better?" you smile and wrap your arm around his. 

"I'm good. Now shut up! This is my favourite one!" 

You're not telling the truth, but your enthusiasm fools him. Eddie slides an arm behind your back and you hug each other from the side to sing along. You like the music and you love Eddie, you're not interested in ruining the precious couple of hours you have here tonight. You can grin and bear it. You have been for a while. 

Or, you think you can, but you feel something warm on your leg, and you know it's just beer spilled from a crushed plastic cup, but your ears ache as the drum solo starts and fireworks burst at the front of the stage less than forty feet away. The crowd closes in. It's too much. 

"Eddie, I think," —he turns to look at you, eyes sparkling— "I need to go to the bathroom. Okay?" 

"I'll come with you!" 

"No! No, stay here, we'll never get this close to the front again!" 

"Are you kidding? What if something happened to you? I'd lose my mind!" Eddie nudges you toward the back of the venue. "Babe, I know the kind of creeps that hang around, I'm not letting you go by yourself!" 

You're sick of shouting at him to be heard. "No, I'll hold it!" You won't ruin his night. "I'm okay, I– I swear!"  

"Don't be stupid, let's go! It'll be nice to have a break from Doctor Marten," he says, looking quickly behind his shoulder at the perpetrator in question, the guy who keeps nipping your ankles with his thick gummy soles. 

You shake your head. Eddie shakes his head back at you incredulously, twining your fingers together as he starts to fight his way through the crowd, dragging you with him. People are ten times as likely to let you move backwards rather than toward the front, and soon the air is cooling, your skin damp and cold as the fresh breeze finally reaches you. The crowd thins. You can stretch your arms out without touching anyone for the first time in nearly an hour. 

The relief is enough to have you closing your eyes, savouring the sudden lack of input. 

Eddie pulls your hand between both of his, calluses and rings and all the things you love about him scratching your hands as he squeezes you. "Feel better?" 

You should've known he knew. Nodding sheepishly, you say, "Yeah." 

Your breathlessness must endear you to him. Eddie's on you like a rash. Your jacket slips where it's tucked under his arm, but he doesn't let go of your hand, stepping with one foot between yours, his long hair brushing your chest as he closes the space between you.

"It's a lot, I get it," he says. His voice is rough from yelling, scratchy as hewn stone. "I meant to bring you those ear plugs and I forgot. I'm sorry." 

"That's not your responsibility," you say, frowning. 

He smiles at you. "You're my girl, aren't you? I look after you 'n' I like doing it." Eddie laughs, the sort of laugh that says, I'm really happy, I love you, and it's easy. 

Or maybe you just want it to say that. Regardless, he bumps his forehead into yours and closes his eyes for a few seconds, rubbing your fingers between his mindlessly. "Take a minute. Chill. We can stay on the outskirts for the rest of the night if you need to." 

You can deal with being uncomfortable, just not to the level you had been. That was dire. This is fine. 

"Sorry for losing our spot," you say, pulling away from him. 

"Sorry for putting you in a tough one, babe. How do you feel now? Any better?" 

"Yeah, definitely." You pull your elbow up to wipe your burning cheeks. 

"Better enough for a very public and disgusting kiss?" he asks. 

"How disgusting?" you ask.

"Tongue, for sure." 

"That's not that bad." 

"Didn't say where, did I?" he asks. 

"If you lick my ear I'm gonna have to go hide in the girls bathroom," you warn, flushing at the thought of it alone.

Eddie doesn't give you the kiss he threatened you with, only throws his arms over your shoulders to cup your head, lips pressed to your temple. He rubs your shoulders, and after a moment he starts to sway you both from side to side in time with the slightly less hectic song being performed by the band. 

"Chill out," he murmurs. "I don't care where we're standing if I get to stand with you, loser." 

You hug his back. You're uncomfortably warm still, but his touch is a remedy for the general frazzle of white noise that had been fizzing between your ears. 

"Come on, let's go back," you say. The band starts on a song you know Eddie loves, you've heard it enough. 

"I wanna be like, oh, no, I can't tear myself away from you, but I really fucking love this one," Eddie says. He gives you no less than six apology kisses against the bridge of your nose before spinning on his heel to usher you back toward the crowd. Not in the throng of it, but at least you're facing the right way. "Whoo!" he yells.

"Play it louder!" you shout, knowing no one can hear your individual voice over the cacophony. "My boyfriend loves this one!" 

"I love this one!" Eddie shouts at the top of his lungs. 

Your heart lifts at his huge, beaming smile. All the sweat and noise and raw ankles are worth it just to see him this ridiculously happy. He makes it easier, checking in on you periodically for the rest of the night, and persuading you to leave a little early to escape the rush. When he swings your tired arms between your bodies and declares it the best night ever, you know you can keep on coming to gigs no matter how crazy they get. 

[ilovebuckers5]

.·:*¨༺don't leave ༻¨*:·.

paige x reader

word count - 586

themes :

-angst

-just pure sadness

warnings :

-arguing

-sad ending

-cursing

a/n - sorry this is so short, i just had some...feelings i needed to get out. i might make a part two idk....

paige slammed the door behind the two of us, locking it aggressively. "can acknowledge what happened?" she said while i had my back turned at her.

we had been out for a while, she was obviously drunk out of her mind and i had to deal with that mixed with the fact that i was hanging out with another girl most of the time we were out.

"acknowledge what paige? acknowledge the fact that i was talking to someone else while you were getting shit faced? it is not that big of a deal."

i snapped and immediately regretted it. i knew how jealous paige could get and she was convincing me that this was her highest point of jealousy. but to be fair it was my fault that she wasn't even talking to me tonight.

i heard her take a long but sharp breath and when i turned around her hands were tangled in her own, already messy, hair. i could feel the anger surging through my veins when she spoke again.

"y/n you can't fucking do that to me. if i'm drinking without you it's not my fault if you don't follow. but the last thing you should be doing is going and talking to other girls." she was practically yelling now, flailing her arms in the air in between us.

"it was a girl. just one. do you think i'm the kind to just go and flirt with someone else the second i'm not getting attention?"

paige scoffed, turning her head around to hide the obvious smile on her face.

"i mean i wouldn't be surprised." she whispered under her breath.

i could feel tears welling up in my waterline. i quickly swallowed the hard lump in my throat, shoving it down to my stomach.

"what the fuck did you just say? you cannot be serious paige." i took a couple steps closer to the blonde.

"be real with me y/n. let's get logical. everytime you get in a relationship you get all touch starved and need someone new within two months."

i wanted to punch her. the rage built up behind my face had never been here before. especially not for the one girl i had done anything for. i've always beat myself up thinking about if i fuck something up with her and here i was being accused of doing so.

"i-" i stumbled upon my own words, not knowing how to come back from what was just said to me.

"yeah." she snarled.

my lip began to quiver at the thought of losing paige but i quickly got rid of that hesitation.

"fuck you." i said plainly before leaning down and picking up my bag along with a pair of shoes and my keys.

"wait shit i'm sorry i didn't mean that" paige quickly rushed to apologizing, while trying to cup my face and hips.

"no! get the fuck off of me paige." i pushed her off and stormed out of our apartment. my first instinct was to head over to azzi's place or nika's but i couldn't even be around them.

i ended up staying at a hotel for the night.

my heart was heavy. paige had never said anything like that, even while she was drunk. and if she actually meant that i don't know if id ever be able to forgive her. i fell asleep on a tear soaked pillow without any covers over my body. no blanket could replace the warmth of paige that i still needed to sleep.

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again i'm sorry this is short....i didn't spell check btw!!!!!

[loving-jack-kelly]

basically jack was mean to davey in high school because he had a lot of unresolved shit going on and was fighting for his life inside his own head and didn't have a good relationship with himself and wasn't ready to do any of the introspection necessary to deal with everything he was feeling, and once he gets older and has a better relationship with himself and has unpacked a lot of those things, he makes the effort to reach out and be like hey, I'm sorry for how I acted back then and I hope we can move past it, but even if we can't I know I sucked back then and I'm sorry for lashing out at you when you did nothing wrong. and davey is like wow that was unexpected but appreciated and so they talk things out and move forward.

and spot was mean to everyone in high school for similar reasons because he and jack are parallels and foils, but also because he's kind of prickly and assholish in general, and race was one of the only people who was never intimidated by this and threw it right back which resulted in a very "you're both terrible for each other but it's better that you're inflicting this on each other than other people" type of relationship. was this healthy? no, but they got there eventually when they both grew up and the bitchyness started to be way more for fun than for any actual malice.

jack and spot are both guilty of the type of gay crushes like that one poster who wrote a note telling somebody to get out of their school but while jack grows out of it spot just ends up with race, who's just as bitchy back, and they both feel like it's their love language

[montimer]

Claude Frollo x Knight!reader

Gn!reader, oneshot

Warning: smutty but i'll put a line where it starts

You were his loyal knight. He trusted you deeply. And you never disobeyed him or even hesitated about any of his request.

He loved you for your loyalty and how brave you were. There was just this one problem. He didn't just admire you for those quality's. He got lost in your eyes and the way you smiled at him rather often.

A smug smile always formed on his lips whenever you replied with a "Yes sir!"

And when your attention was on someone else, well it made him very upset. Especially if you looked happy talking to the person who wasn't him.

But he refused the idea of being in love. 'No there is just no way, i must be wrong' he told himself.

He found himself thinking about you at late nights. At first it was just him worrying. But soon he started to rewind memories. Memories about you talking to him, smiling at him, calling out to him.

'This is all their fault' he thought to himself. 'You're the reason i can't get any sleep' he complained.

Earlier in the afternoon he couldn't stop staring at you and when you pointed it out he said that you are falsely accusing him. Which you responded with a "Im sorry sir. It's just that you look tired, is everything alright?"

He stared at you unblinking for a second (which kind of spooked you out). "I just- had a problem with the fireplace, yes yes thats it" he said it strangely but not enough for you to suspect anything. Plus you didn't wanted to question the judge anymore.

"I see, well if there's anything i can help with, you know where to find me" you said it smilingly with a wink. You didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to seem nice but he almost choked on the air.

He didn't said anything, and after coming back to reality he quickly gave you a nod.

'He probably didn't get much sleep' you thinked.

"Well im off! Hope ur majesty sleeps well tonight." And with that you jumped on your horse and he watched you until you disappeared.

Back to the present he was still wide awake. He wished he could just finally sleep and get a good rest.

After moving around for a couple of more seconds he found himself in a comforting position. And soon after finally fall asleep.

_______________________________

In his dream, even there you couldn't leave his mind.

Plus you were laying so close to him. And your hands roamed around his body, complimenting him, asking him if it feels good.

"Oh Judge, you are the greatest" you said it seductively, stroking his ego (and his body)

He couldn't respond, only moans and whimpers came out of his mouth.

Your hands find their ways to his private area and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He was a blushing mess at this point.

Your voice, your hand, your beauty was making him go crazy. How could he not give in?

Your figure took his face in their hands and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled away he was trying to catch his breath. He never felt this good before. He never wanted to give in to lust, to sin. But here he is, letting you take control.

His hands moved to touch you but you grabbed them and pinned him down. Now on top of him.

"I saw the way you were staring at me, taking a like to me huh sir?"

He was not sure how long he can handle this for.

He didn't quite know what or how to but he wanted some sort of release from the pleasure.

You started kissing his neck and nibbling on it. He felt something rush trough him.

He woke up and sit up fast, still panting, his face all red.

He felt a strange feeling in his pants. Little did he know he just had a wet dream.

After that he felt very embarrassed but also interested. He couldn't look you in the eye that day. He just stared at you, turning away with a slight blush when you looked at him.

But now he knew, that no matter what. He has to make you his.

'They will be mine, even if it takes for me to act a sin. It's their fault anyways, they must knew what they were doing to me, with the way they talk,act, and smile my way' he told himself many times.

And the judge does not give up so easily. So it's all on you. Will you go the easy or the hard way?

[educatedsimps]

can you do Kenma fic where the reader is getting hit on by some perverted strangers. How would he save the reader? (Reader and him are together) Thank you!!

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kozume kenma x f!reader

a/n: HI ANON tysm for the request!! hope u like ittt (also sorry it took a little more than a week to get this out, been pretty busy at work) cw: implied (?) college au, drinking/alcohol, mild (justified) violence, coarse language, mentions of sex - lmk if i missed out anything!

"You guys go ahead, 'm gunna go take a break," You half slurred as your friends continued their partying on the dance floor.

You were on a girls' night out with your best friends and you had been drinking and dancing in your heels all night. You stumbled over to the bar a few yards away and took a seat on the nearest barstool.

Strobe lights bathed the stuffy club in various shades of reds, blues and greens as the smell of alcohol mixed with bodily sweat permeated the space. You watched from your seat as all kinds of people squeezed and elbowed their way around one another in the crammed club. There were several others seated along the bar, having drinks and chatting, most of them looking like couples.

Your head was abuzz from all the alcohol you had been drinking, you didn't even remember how much you had had at the point. The live rock band playing onstage and the sheer volume of the crowd chattering didn't really help with the mild headache creeping up on you. You quickly asked for a glass of water and gratefully gulped it down when the bartender slid it over to you with a smile. The feeling of ice cold water gushing down your throat was a stark contrast to the burn of alcohol.

Okay, Y/n, I think that's enough drinking for tonight, you don't wanna throw up all over Kenma when you get home, you thought, closing your eyes and feeling the mild headache you felt earlier slowly return to the depths of hell. Right where it belongs.

You took your phone out from your purse and pressed the shortcut to your "Favourites" contacts, dialling your boyfriend. He picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, sunshine, ready to leave?" Your boyfriend's voice crackled over the phone.

"Hiiii!! Can you come pick me up? Pleeeaaase? I think I'm a lil tipsy…" You yawned, looking into the crowd and straining to hear what Kenma had said over the phone. Your friends were now on the complete opposite end of the dance floor, and you could barely make out the tops of their heads from where you were seated.

"Of course, love. Lemme grab my keys and I'll be right over, yeah? You just hang tight, I'll see you soon. Love you." You heard him chuckle lightly.

"Okay! I love you too!" You half yelled, relieved.

Hanging up, you turned back to your glass of water and downed the rest of it in a matter of seconds. You placed your phone on the table and leaned your head in your hand, taking a quick breather. You didn't normally drink so much, so you weren't exactly used to this amount of alcohol even though it was still within your limits.

Just as you were about to ask for another glass of water, you noticed someone sliding into the seat next to you. Turning to see who it was, you were met with the stench of beer breath and a blonde man that was way too close for comfort.

"The fu-"

"Hey shawty," He started, looking you up and down with a hungry smile. "Think a pretty girl like you can give us her number?" You mentally cringed at the pet name.

“I have a boyfriend,” You said coolly, looking straight ahead.

"So? You can't give us your number 'cause you have a 'boyfriend'?"

Before you could process his statement, you felt two more bodies sidle up on the other side of your seat, also standing unnecessarily close.

"I'll make you feel good tonight, babygirl. Way better than your boyfriend," The second man said. He was bigger than the first and had a tattoo snaking up the length of his arm. His pudgy hands reached out to grab your arm before you swatted him away. You tried to stand up and leave but the third guy blocked your path from behind, forcing you to sit back down in your seat so you wouldn't faceplant into his chest.

"We can go to my place, I promise it'll be fun," The third man said, tilting his head to the side as he surveyed you. The coloured lights reflected off his septum and lip piercings as he spoke.

You whipped your head around in an attempt to find your friends for help but Vodka Blondie grabbed your chin and turned your attention back to them.

"Nuh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Eyes on me," He drawled.

"Get away from me," You managed to choke out, harshly slapping his hand away.

"Ah, so she's a feisty one," Tatted Arm hummed.

"Come on, doll, just give us your number. Easy," Vodka Blondie said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Why would I give you my number, dickhead? You look like Walmart Shrek," You muttered, glaring at each of them in turn. Your filter had been ripped out, crushed and flushed down the drain at that point. You didn't care if you were offending these guys, you just wanted to leave.

Internally, you were panicking and thinking of how to get yourself out of this situation. Your heart beat erratically in your chest as your brain went into overdrive looking for exit options. The worst part was that the place was packed but no one seemed to notice what was happening.

Where are my friends? Where is Kenma?

"Bitch, you should be thankful I even tried to get your number, do you know how many girls I've fucked on campus?" Vodka Blondie sputtered, clearly insulted.

Oh, what a fragile thing, the male ego.

"So you admit you're a manwhore, got it," You rolled your eyes.

"It's twenty girls, by the way," He continued, bragging.

"Oookay, sex-addict. Since none of those twenty girls bothered to stay, maybe you should try guys instead," You spat, disgust clearly written on your face. You reached for your phone still lying on the table but in your tipsy state, you weren't fast enough and Tatted Man slid it out of your reach.

"You motherfu-" You gritted out under your breath.

Piercings grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. His face was now inches from yours and his beer breath was nauseating. "I'll treat you like a princess in bed, babygirl, you just gotta sit there, look pretty and take it all in," He said, as flecks of spit flew out of his mouth and landed on your face.

Disgusted out of your mind, you snapped, "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Even then, with a face not even your mom can stand, what on earth makes you think I would want to fuck you?" Without waiting for a response, you grabbed the purse in your lap and shoved him out of your way, making a run for it.

Unfortunately, your heel got caught on part of the carpet that had lifted and you tripped before you could get away. Piercings grabbed you by the waist just before you hit the ground, and to passers-by, it probably looked like he was holding up a super drunk female friend. It couldn't be further from the truth. He sat you back down on the barstool and you growled in frustration.

"And what on earth makes you think you can get away from us, princess?" Piercings mocked. You threw him a pulverising glare.

"Only my boyfriend gets to call me 'Princess'-"

"Who the fuck do you think you're calling 'Princess'?"

Looking up, you saw a five foot seven figure looming behind the pierced man in front of you. Dressed in a black hoodie, grey joggers, sneakers and a black cap, it took you a moment to realise that the man with dyed hair akin to pudding was your beloved boyfriend.

"Oh? And who's this?" Piercings spun to face Kenma, a condescending smirk on his (very punchable) face.

"Kenma-" You gasped.

"Her boyfriend," Kenma deadpanned. His posture was nonchalant, shoulders slightly hunched with his hands in his pockets, staring down the man in front of him. It didn't seem to bother him that the three men who were bothering you were at least five inches taller than him.

"Huh. Well, nice to meet you, boyfriend, but she's comin' home with me tonight. Good try though," Piercings smiled, moving to put his arm around your shoulder.

"What the fu-" You let out, dodging just as Kenma's hand shot out to block the pierced man's arm. The latter rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off before I report you for sexual harassment," Kenma growled, slowly losing his patience as these guys tried to lay their hands you right in front of him.

"Aww, the twink must be scared to fight me for this little girlfriend-"

He didn't manage to finish his sentence before he got socked in the jaw, neck snapping to the side and slumping to the ground in front of you. The other two beside you stared at him wide-eyed, frozen.

Kenma had rolled up his sleeves, revealing a toned forearm with thick veins running down the length of it. You saw him subtly rubbing his knuckles as he watched Piercings slowly push himself off the floor. Blinking, he looked up to see Kenma bending down toward him with a murderous look in his eyes.

"I said, fuck off."

Without another word, Kenma scooped you up along with your belongings and carried you out of the club, towards his car. Before you left, you heard two of the guys about to give chase before the third said, loud enough for you to hear, "Forget it, she's not worth it."

As you exited the club, you heard your boyfriend muttering angrily under his breath. Still tipsy, you weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you caught onto once sentence in particular.

"She's worth everything."

a/n: i've never been to a club before so i hope this is semi accurate at least HAHAHA if you saw any errors... no you didn't. thanks for reading!

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You hate each other, right? (Tierna Davidson x Reader)

This wasn't requested or something I actually planned to write, but writers block is a bitch. Titles are hard, this isn't edited and I don't think this is very good, but here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

I'm going to try work on my actual wips so we'll see how that goes.

Warnings: None that I can think of, but let me know if I need to add anything.

Words: 4k

Tierna and I had always had a strained relationship. By that I meant we absolutely hated each other for years. Honestly, seeing as many many years had passed, we could barely remember what had caused the problem in the first place. Something to do with an injury or something.

Everything between us had changed one day when our argument ended in making out instead of shouting like normal. It seemed that over the years the hatred had turned to romantic feelings on both sides. After the kiss, there was lots of awkwardness and avoiding each other until I finally just asked her out one day when we were alone in the elevator. We had decided to keep everything on the downlow as first so we could learn how to have a relationship that didn't involve fighting or hatred. It wasn't actually that difficult because I quickly became addicted to everything Tierna. If her clinginess was anything to go off, then it was safe to say that Tierna felt the same.  

To keep everyone from getting suspicious, the last couple of months we had kept our outside relationship the same. There were glares, not talking to each other, and scoffs when the other spoke. The mean comments we used to make had pretty much stopped now. I couldn't bring myself to say anything bad about her, not when I was falling for her faster than I could keep up. If anyone ever asked, I just couldn't be bothered with it anymore. 

We had just gotten back from training. Tierna and I were glaring at each other as always while Emily stood between us as a kind of buffer. Tierna and I were sharing a room like we had been for the most part of the year. It was the teams way of trying to get us to get along. Little did they know how well that actually worked.

The glares lasted until the door closed behind us, finally away from the prying eyes of our team mates. Tierna turned, soft smile replacing the scowl as she fell into my arms. My hand slipped under her shirt, nails scratching along her back as she sighed, kissing my neck softly. 

"You okay love?"

"Just tired and I missed you today."

"I was with you the whole day."

"Well yeah, but I couldn't touch you let alone look at you nicely. I was craving cuddles all day."

"I'm sorry, we have the rest of the evening to cuddle."

"We have team bonding tonight though." Tierna pouted, moving to find comfy clothes. I groaned at the lack of contact, moving to wrap my arms around her waist. She gently shrugged me off, moving away from me. It was a clear sign she was upset about something. I lay on the bed, allowing her space to change and decide if she wanted to come to me or not.

Tierna sat on the other bed for a few minutes scrolling through her phone before she sighed, throwing it back on the bed and walking over to me. I opened my arms, letting her lay on top of me, head resting against my neck. "I don't want to pretend to hate you anymore. It's exhausting, I hate that I can't even smile at you when we're around them, I can't run to you during games or hold your hand or be close to you like I need when I'm tired, nervous or down."

"Okay. Well, we can start being friends in front of them."

Tierna looked up at me, "Yeah?"

"If that's what you want. I'm sorry that we haven't been able to do any of that stuff. It's not that I don't want to, trust me I hate it as much as you do if not more. All I ever want to do is be with you, my favourite thing in this world is your cuddles. I would prefer to keep our relationship to ourselves for a bit longer though."

I had always preferred to keep my relationships more private, but it was also in part because we constantly got roomed together in attempt to make us get along. I wasn't ready to have that change yet. Not just because I liked sleeping in the same bed with my girlfriend, but also because I hated change. It wouldn't be a big deal if my roommate changed pretty much every camp, that didn't happen so I had gotten used to Tierna and our routine. I dreaded that changing.

"Thank you. I'll just be happy with a smile or maybe a hug every now and then. There's no pressure to tell them about us, whenever you're ready I'm ready. I know you're scared about your routine changing and we'll protect that for as long as we can. And if or when it does, I've got you. Always."

I brushed a piece of hair out of her face, soft smile making it's way onto my face. We hadn't said the three big words yet, but I had known for a while that I was in love with her. Everything with her was warm, comforting, safe. "I love you T."

A grin made it's way onto her face before she kissed me deeply, "I love you Y/n."

---

It had been two weeks since we had agreed to be more friendly. We had decided to slowly start being more friendly so it wouldn't be suspicious. At first it was just stopping the glares and actually saying a few words that weren't mean or snarky. Now we had decided smiles and maybe some proper conversations were the next step.

We were at breakfast, Tierna sat at the table across the room while I sat with Emily and Rose. I hated that she was sat away from me, but unfortunately it had always been that way. Tierna sent a small smile my way. I sent a small smile back managing to stop the grin trying to escape. Emily and Rose followed my eyeline, confusion covering their faces when they noticed it was Tierna I was smiling at. I just shrugged going back to eating my breakfast. 

My peace only last a few minutes until Emily spoke up, "So have you and T have worked things out? There seems to be less glares, more smiles."

"I guess so. We actually talked a couple of weeks ago and could barely remember why we didn't like each other. We're trying to be friends."

"Finally. Maybe we'll all be able to be in the same room peacefully."

Over the rest of camp, the smiles and conversation became more frequent. The confusion or shock that covered the teams face for the first week was hilarious. Thankfully, after the initial shock, they seemed to back off their nosiness a bit. They seemed to realise we were more friendly without their prying eyes. It was nice though, being able to actually look at Tierna or be around her even if I couldn't touch her much.

---

Camps had always been one of my favourite things. I loved being around the girls, just getting to train and mess around. This time though, I almost wanted to just leave. Since Tierna and I were becoming 'friends', we had finally been roomed with different people. We had only been at camp for two days and my nerves were through the roof. They had been since I arrived. It wasn't what I was used to and I wasn't entirely sure how to cope with it. My whole routine had been disrupted without warning. The team knew I didn't like change, but I guess no one really thought this was something that would affect me too bad.

Training had finished an hour ago, dinner and team bonding weren't for a few hours and I was stuck on my bed fidgeting with my fingers. Alyssa sat down next to me, nudging my shoulder gently, "Are you okay Y/n?" 

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay."

"I call bullshit."

A sigh slipped out as my head rest against her shoulder. I didn't have the energy to pretend to be okay, "I love you Lys, really I do, but I hate this."

"Hate what?"

"Not rooming with Tierna. I know I used to not like it and we only just recently became friends, but that's what I was used to. For months, we had our routine, it didn't change much if at all. Just a bit of extra talking. Even then I knew what to expect. Now, it's all changed without warning and I don't think I'm coping very well with it."

"So, it's not just because you don't get to share with your girlfriend anymore?"

My head flew up, every muscle in my body tensing, "What?"

"Relax, I'm the only one that knows. I saw you guys making out in a hidden corner of the stadium when I took a wrong turn. You two are obviously pretending you're not great friends and hiding it for a reason. I haven't and won't tell anyone."

"Thank you Lys. I wish this was just because of that, but it's not. I don't deal with change very well at all. I like my routine and now it's completely different. If we hadn't been forced to room together for months, no routine would be formed and it wouldn't be this bad."

"I'm sorry that you were forced into a routine then forced out of it. We can see how you go for a couple of days and if it's not getting better then we can talk to coach and see if we can switch."

I smiled, accepting the hug she offered. It wasn't Tierna, but it was a close second. "I'm not mad at the forced rooming. I mean, T and I wouldn't be together without it. This is one of the reasons we haven't told anyone, to try hold onto my routine."

Much to my confusion, there was a light knock at the door. As far as I knew, everyone was hanging out in their rooms before dinner. My head buried in my hands, really not up for visitors as Alyssa went to open the door. Arms wrapped around me, my head resting against a stomach before the unmistakable smell of Tierna filled my senses. "Before you ask, Alyssa messaged saying you could use me so here I am."

"Thank you Lys."

"Always. I'm going to go for a walk, see you at dinner."

Tierna guided me to lie on the bed, cuddled up against her. It was probably the first time since camp started that I fully relaxed. "Love you T."

"I love you. I know this is difficult, but at least with Alyssa knowing we have more of a chance to see each other."

---

"Are you okay Y/n?" Christen asked as her and Alex sat on either side of me. I knew the team were getting concerned at how withdrawn I was and I appreciated they cared. However, getting asked multiple times a day if I was okay, was getting on my nerves.

"I'm fine." I snapped, retying my boots for the fourth time. 

I knew I was being grumpy, but I couldn't help it. This whole routine change had messed with everything, especially my sleep. I was tired and stressed, trying to adjust and create a new routine. It wasn't working very well, but I was trying not to show it much. I didn't want to seem childish or be judged for my lack of adaptability. Tierna was trying her best to help, there wasn't much she could do beside comfort me. Alyssa had also been understanding, not taking my discomfort personally. There wasn't much she could do either though.

Alex and Christen gave me a look before pulling me away from everyone else, "Talk to us."

I sighed, burying my face in my hands, everything that had been happening spilling out. They let me talk, not saying anything until they were sure I was done. Christen rest her hand on my shoulder, squeezing slightly. "We get you're trying to tough it out, to adapt, but you could have told us before it got this bad. It's well known you don't do well with change and I guess we didn't think much of this since you had different room mates in the past. We'll talk to coach and see if you can change rooms assuming it's okay with Tierna and Rose."

"I'll be fine, I'll get over it."

"No, we need you to be at your best. So we'll talk to coach after practice."

"Thank you. Before you say it, I know I will need to get over it at some point. I won't always be able to have Tierna as a roommate. I'm working on it, my therapist is helping. I just think the lack of warning and no time to mentally prepare didn't help."

"We'll never tell you to get over it Y/n/n, but we are glad you're trying. We hate seeing you like this, we just want you to be okay."

Later that night when I finally made it back to my room after being dragged to hangout with Emily, I found Tierna lying on my bed, book in hand. I straddled her waist, kissing her forehead then nose and lips. "Well hello."

"Hi."

"Alyssa is rooming with Rose. I think you need an early night, you look exhausted."

"I think you're right. Sleep hasn't been easy the last few days."

---

Tierna: I'm thinking it's time for a date day. Sneak out with me? 

Y/n: Don't have to ask me twice. I'm going to head back to the room to change, meet me there?

Tierna: Perfect, can't wait x

After making the excuse of planning to spend the day relaxing in the room, I slipped out of the meal room to get changed and meet Tierna. It wasn't unusual for me to spend a day or two at camp alone to recharge so I knew it wouldn't cause any concern aside from a text or two. 

Soft lips landed against mine as soon as Tierna entered the room. "Hello to you too."

Tierna pecked my lips, "There was not enough of that this morning."

"Well if you had woken up when I tried then there would have been more kissing time."

"It's an off day, what's the point in waking up early?"

"Make out time."

"Whatever. I was thinking, we shower and make out more, then check out that book shop you were talking about. I didn't think about what else, but we can get lunch and there is a beach not far from here." 

My arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her forehead. There hadn't been a lot of time to ourselves so I was very excited to spend the day with her. "Sounds incredible. I'm sure we can find some lowkey stuff to do. Could you imagine the shit we would get if the team found out about this from social media?"

"Shit, I didn't even think about that. Sneaky date day it is!"

As per Tiernas plan she dragged me into the shower, spending more time with her lips attached to me than actual shower activities. Not that I was complaining in the slightest. Tierna and I spent a lot more time in the room than originally planned, it being almost lunch time when I finally dragged Tierna out of the hotel. 

We spent a while exploring the little book shop, taking our time looking at the different books and stealing kisses behind the book shelves. It was risky, we both knew it, but at the same time I was having too much fun with her to care. Though we weren't doing anything overly exciting, just getting to spend some alone time with the girl I loved was enough for it to be the most fun I had in a while. Spending time with the team was always fun, but it didn't compare to spending time with Tierna. 

After finally dragging ourselves away from the book shop, we got sushi deciding to eat in the park. Thankfully, there weren't that many people and we managed to find a relatively secluded area. 

At the start of the day, we had very much intended on actually doing things. However, we ended up spending quite a while lying on the grass at the park just talking. Since the start of our relationship, most of our time would be spent talking. At first it was getting to know each other properly, then it was just something we enjoyed. Tierna was one of the only people besides Emily that I could spend hours talking and not get bored. I never was much of a talker, but I actually looked forward to our talking time. Between games, training, meetings, and spending time with the team, we hadn't had a lot of time to just talk. Despite rooming together, by time we fell into bed, we were just ready to sleep. 

Eventually we dragged ourselves up, making our way slowly to the beach, stopping at a few shops along the way. We walked along the beach, finding a hidden away part near the end. Tierna settled between my legs, back against my front as I nuzzled my face into her neck, "You're beautiful T. I've never been more grateful for our meddling teammates. I love you."

"I love you. This is something I never saw happening, but I would never want anything else. And I would never admit to them how thankful I am for their part in this."

"Oh never in a million years will I admit that to them. Thank you for today T, it's probably one of the best days I've had in a while."

"Really? We pretty much talked all day which is not what I planned."

"My love, any day I spend with you is amazing. Maybe it wasn't what you planned, but I don't care T. I love just talking to you and with how little time we've had together lately today was amazing. I love you, I loved today so please stop feeling bad like I know you are."

Tierna turned to look at me, not saying anything for a second while her eyes roamed my face. Probably making sure I was telling the truth. She pecked my cheek before whispering, "How did I get so lucky with you?" 

"You didn't hit me when I kissed you that night."

"Didn't even cross my mind. I think by that point I was starting to realise that maybe I didn't hate you like I thought."

"Looking back you were blushing a lot around me then. No different to now I guess. You're just better at hiding it around the team."

My forehead was pushed back, Tierna pouting while I tried to stifle my laugh. She was adorable when she pouted. "Shut up asshole. Speaking of the team, we should probably head back soon." 

Unfortunately for us, a few of the girls were lingering in the lobby and not at dinner like we had anticipated. The thought to hide was quickly pushed away when they all turned to look at us. "Where have you two been? We came to get you for dinner, but obviously you weren't there."

I had checked social media a few times just to make sure there wasn't any thing about us since a few people had stopped us for pictures. Thankfully, nothing had been posted yet and if it was the pictures were all innocent so I knew it was safe to make up a little lie. "We just went for a walk."

Emily pulled me into a headlock, normally I could get out of her hold pretty easily, but I was tired and not really in the mood. "Where was my invite? You know you're bestfriend incase you've forgotten."

My eyes rolled automatically, finally managing to push her away, "Em, stop being dramatic. It was a very last minute thing, not some conspiracy to leave you out. You are and will always be my bestfriend."

"Yeah whatever. I don't think you two willingly spending time together without killing each other will ever get old."

"Maybe not, but your comments already are. Now isn't there dinner then team bonding?"

---

The game was almost over when Tierna ended up on the ground due to a miss timed tackle. She didn't get up straight away and I saw red. Before I even fully realised what was happening, my hands were on the chest of the player who took Tierna down, pushing her back multiple times. 

"Are you fucking stupid? You could hav-" 

Arms gripped mine, pulling me back and finally snapped me out it. "Y/n, Y/n stop."

My arms went up in surrender, walking back to Tierna before I could do something stupid again. I knew I had gotten a yellow card, but the only thing that mattered was Tierna. I wanted so badly to hold her hand to comfort her properly, but I knew I couldn't. Instead I squeezed her shoulder gently, relief washing through me when she finally got up. 

Everyone stared at us as Tierna and I walked into the locker room. I knew it was coming, I had just hoped it would be a few of the older ones and not everyone. Christen gave me a pointed look, Alyssa and Alex joining in.  "What the hell was that Y/n?"

I shrugged, avoiding eye contact. I wouldn't say I regretted it because I wasn't sure I did. Though, I had likely disappointed them, something I hated doing. "I lost my temper."

"You never lose your temper Y/n. You don't even lose your temper when I go down and I'm your best friend. Yet you lose your temper when someone you're barely friends with gets tackled." Emily stated, arms crossed. There was no way they would let this go, it was definitely out of character for me. I had always been a calm person, never violent or short tempered. The look Tierna gave me told me she was thinking the same. This was it.

My arm wrapped around Tierna's shoulder, pressing a light kiss to her temple, "Well, become my girlfriend and apparently I will."

"You're what!?! You're fucking with us."

Questions and statements were fired our way, everyone shocked and confused how we were dating given the way we acted. "Shut up." Once everyone was quiet, I spoke again, "Yes we are together. We have been for about 9 months. We kept our same dislike or barely friend act so we could keep it between us for a while. We needed to work out how we worked together after actually not liking each other for a long time. It was nice in our little bubble. And before you ask, no I wasn't not coping with the different room assignments because of it, my routine changed suddenly and my brain didn't like that. That should answer your questions, can I shower now?"

They looked at us in disbelief before I just walked away knowing we would be hit with more questions later. Tierna pecked my lips before going to her own shower, "That was hot. Don't make a habit of it though, you don't need to be getting in trouble. Also thank you for answering all those questions. I do not have the energy right now." 

Before Tierna could actually get into the shower, I grabbed her arm, pulling her back into me. Now that she had taken her shirt off, I finally had the chance to make sure she was truly okay. My hands ran along her sides and up her back before hugging her tightly, "I've never done anything like that before. I just, I saw you go down and I snapped. Seeing you hurt, well it worried me in a way I've never felt before. You sure you're okay?"

"This side of you is adorable. I've never seen you so worried before. I'm okay, I promise. There might be a bruise or two, but I'm okay."

"What can I say? I've never been in love like this before. I always worry about you T, but seeing you down is a whole different type of worry. I love you."

"And I love you."

[rekino2114]

Denji discovering your relationship with makima

This is kind of a sequel to this, like all of the makima posts that I will do

"Is it just me, or does makima seem happier lately"

Aki almost immediately regretted starting a conversation with that question when he heard denji's answer

"I dunno but she's still as hot as always"

"I can't imagine what she would have done to you if she had heard that. What I meant is that she seems... more genuine if that makes sense, like something really good just happened to her. Before, she had this uncanny aura around her, but now she just feels happy."

"I believe I, the great power know the reason why"

"Oh really, why then?"

"I believe makima is in a relationship with someone"

"WHAT?"

After he heard that, denji immediately lunged at power and shook her by the shoulders.

"WITH WHO?"

"I've heard it's with a certain human called y/n l/n"

"Ah yes, I have heard of y/n. Apparently, they joined public safety just a while ago but have managed to climb through the ranks incredibly quickly, even reaching the rank of makima's most trusted subordinate. Some even consider them her right-hand person. I did hear rumors of them being in a relationship, but I never thought they'd be true"

"I'll fucking kill them, I'll slice them in half, no one steals miss makima from me"

Before aki or power could stop him, denji stormed out of the house and went to public safety headquarters, and entered makima's office and found you two......kissing.

"Ah denji, I thought I informed everyone that I was in a very important meeting, may I ask why are you here"

"Sorry, Miss makima i-i just"

"It's fine. I think I know why. Anyway, now that you're here, I should probably introduce you to each other. Y/n,this is denji, a member of Division 4 and the Chainsaw Hybrid. Denji this is y/n, my second in command and...... my lover."

Your heart skipped a bit. That was the first time she had called you her lover in front of another person. Meanwhile, denji could feel his own heart breaking at those words(poor pochita), and he immediately sprinted at you

"So it's true you're the one who stole Miss makima from me"

"I suggest you do not touch them, you might not like what happens if I find a single scratch or bruise on them"

Those intimidating words from makima were enough to make him stop.

"i-i'm sorry miss makima but could I ask why are you in a relationship with them"

"Simple, because I love them. They made me feel happy, and I eventually understood that it was love"

"I-i see sorry if I wasted your time, I'll go now."

Before he could walk out, makima placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait, denji, I want to tell you something. Even if I do not love you, I'm sure other girls will. Even with all of your flaws, you're a good person, which... is a lot more than I can say about the me from a couple months ago. What I'm trying to say is.. if someone managed to love and change me, then you absolutely have a chance"

She spoke with a sweet and caring tone devoid of any manipulation or evil. For some reason, she felt the need to comfort him... you had truly changed her.

Denji, after hearing that, immediately broke into a smile, showing his very sharp teeth

"Thank you so much, Miss makima I feel a lot more confident now"

He walked out of the building, leaving you two alone once again, makima walked near the window and looked at the sunset while thinking:she had helped someone feel happy, she had gained nothing from it and yet it felt so much better than when she manipulated people.

"Are you alright makima, you look... emotional"

Your words made it clear to her, Yes, emotional she was happy now, and she was emotional, and she loved this feeling.

"No, it's alright dear. I was wondering if you would like to have a movie date tonight?"

"Of course there's this new, really good movie everyone is talking about"

She turned to you and smiled brightly

"No, I was actually in the mood for a bad movie today. Is it alright?"

[1nephthys]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Word count: ~0.9k

PLEASE DO NOT COPY.

Summary: If you can't sleep at least you can watch something pretty, but are you sure you are the one that gonna watch it?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x f!reader

Warnings: English not being my first language

She was getting frustrated.

Turning around on her side of the bed for what felt like 6850 time while her boyfriend was soundly asleep beside her. She looked at the clock on her bedside table just to see that it was just a few minutes past 5 a.m.

If she can't sleep, at least she will watch the sunrise. She thought to herself.

Quietly, she make her way out of the bed and to the balcony of the apartment she was sharing with Charles in Monaco. On her way, she looked at her sleeping boyfriend and felt the peace. It wasn't often she had him at home, right beside her with his work that required a lot of traveling and her job that not always allowed her to go with him for support. She wished she could be with him at every race but at the same time, she needed to make her own money, even though he could support both of them and then sixty other people. She simply couldn't imagine fully depending on someone else.

She sat on one of the chairs on the balcony, facing the beautiful city of Monte Carlo and the breathtaking view of the water that looked even better in the light of the sun waking up. Even though their apartment was on really high floor, she still could hear two teenage girls laughing on the street. She wondered if they were coming back from some sort of party? Or maybe one of them had just broken up with her boyfriend and the other one tried to cheer her up?

Her thoughts were cut short by the balcony door opening and soft voice of her boyfriend.

"Hey" He said quietly, rubbing sleep off his eyes. She turned around to look at him and oh, how lucky she was to have him. "You okay?" He asked with his French accent.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if I wake you up. I just couldn't sleep. I thought I might as well watch the sunrise." She answered him quickly. He moved closer to her, not with a single thing in his eyes that would make her feel guilty, and just now she noticed the hoodie he was holding, even though he was shirtless himself.

"It's not that warm early in the morning." He handed her the hoodie, the one that technically belonged to him but in reality, it smelled more like her perfume than his. And he was actually right because at this point she could feel chills going up and down her body. She was quick to put it on. "I will get cold if you don't let me sit with you."

And how could she resist this argument? He helped her stand up just to take her place and then pull her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she dropped one of hers behind his neck playing with his hair.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked looking at the view behind a glass barrier.

"It really is." He answered a second later, only that he wasn't looking at the wonderful Monaco, but the sweetest face just a few centimeters away from his. "Did you catch any sleep tonight, cheri?" He asked her worried.

"Not really, but it's okay. I'll be fine." She said with little, forced smile. Now in his embrace, she actually did feel kind of sleepy and of course, he noticed that as she put his head on his shoulder.

"Well sweetheart, feel free to take a little nap anytime." He told her quietly traveling with one of his hands up to her hair and giving her little massage.

It took her only a few minutes to fall asleep in the safe and warm embrace of her boyfriend who was now looking at her with the most heart-shaped eyes ever known to humankind. All he wanted now was to get to the warmth of their apartment but he knew that if he even try to move a muscle she would wake up and struggle to fall asleep again. So he sat there even though he was getting cold with nothing but his shorts on and her on his lap.

Couple more minutes, he kept telling himself.

In the mid-time of his girlfriend getting to deeper kind of sleep he finally looked at the view in front of him, the one she was talking about, and indeed, it was beautiful. But then he looked back at her and with full confidence decided that he had even prettier sight right in his arms.

For a moment he even forgot that he was cold but he noticed goosebumps on her legs and decided that it was time to get inside because if he don't wake her up by that, the cold will do it.

He carefully picked her up bridal style and carried her right to their shared bed. He put her down and get it himself. It was enough for her to find his shoulder again and put her head on it with her arm going around his waist. He did not waste any time with pulling her even tighter to his chest with his hands around her body.

It wasn't even 6 a.m. so it wouldn't hurt them to sleep for a few more hours. So, with all the sleepiness still in his body, it didn't take long for him to join her in her sweet, sweet sleep.

a/n. It's been a long while since I wrote something so it feel kinda weird. But here I am because it is actually 7 a.m. in my country now and I hadn't get any sleep in last 3 days so it's either this or finding a guy named Tyler Durden. Idk. Hope you enjoy it:)

[midnightsnyx]

Hi I had an imagine idea for any hockey player as a boyfriend (I'm indecisive if you can't tell lol) but what about a scenario where reader's watching her boyfriend's hockey game, and while she cheers for him there's a group of girls nearby who hate on her? Like what if everyone knows that the hockey player and reader are dating and there are a few fans that aren't really happy with the reader and a couple of those people happen to be sitting near her at the game?

The rest is up to you, happy writing :P

hi ty for the request❤️ i picked jack hughes i hope you like it!! <3 also sorry it’s kind of angsty and short & definitely not edited cause i’m 99% asleep rn😂

you loved supporting jack at his games, it was one of your favorite things to do. however, you didn’t like the attention you received sometimes especially considering it was almost always bad.

yeah you get it, jack is good looking (too much for his own good sometimes) and he’s a professional hockey player so there are a lot of girls who like him but even though they know he’s taken, they will still throw themselves at him. and they will say awful stuff about you sometimes. anytime either of you post something on instagram, you have to disable the comments.

you’re still as supportive as you can be and that includes attending as many games as you can so you decide to surprise him tonight by showing up at a home game. you’d originally told him you were unable to make it which was true but when your boss let you go home early, you decided to surprise him instead of going home and watching the game on the tv.

it was too late to get a decent seat and you still weren’t quite comfortable enough to go to the wives lounge. the other girls were absolutely wonderful and supportive but you were still warming up to them and didn’t feel like you should be there yet.

the downside to getting a crappy seat though was that there were sometimes people around who weren’t exactly nice. you were wishing you had either gotten a suite or decided to just go to the wives lounge when a group a girls start whispering about you. it’s clear that they want you to hear them and as much as you try to tune them out, it’s hard.

by the end of the game, your self confidence is pretty low and you just want to go home and crawl in bed but jack noticed that you were here so you had to go meet him at the locker room doors. when he comes out, all smiles due to their win, he notices your mood right away.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around you. you bury your face in his neck, hoping that he doesn’t notice the tears.

you just shrug, looking at the ground when you pull away.

“i think i’ll just go back to my place tonight.”

you don’t have to look to see the disappointment on his face. you’d promised you would spend the night at his place and the two of you were looking forward to it.

“they’re wrong, you know,” he says and of course he knows what’s wrong.

“i know jack,” you mutter. “it’s just hard to ignore sometimes.”

you don’t give him a chance to reply, turning on your heel and leaving quickly. a warm bath and your bed sounds like heaven right about now.

but you only get as far as your car before a hand gently wraps around your wrist and you know it’s jack. he tugs you into another hug, not letting you escape this time. not that you want to now.

“i won’t say i understand how it feels, baby,” he whispers in your hair. “but i don’t give a shit what any of them say.” there’s a pause and then he pulls away only far enough to be able to look you in the eyes.

“i love you.”

those three little words that weigh so much haven’t been said between the two of you. you always show your love in other ways and you were okay with that but hearing it, hearing him say them out loud, heals something inside you.

“yeah?” you ask quietly and he chuckles softly.

“yeah.” his head tilts to the side slightly. “you know, i was kind of hoping you’d-”

you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“i love you too.”

[makeandshift]

no boundaries!BFF // drunken mistakes

as requested by this lovely anon ❤️ i am sorry this took me so long to get to 🥲 it kind of ended up going in a different direction than i initially set out, so i hope everyone still enjoys it. as always: skip if this ain’t your thing.

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The first time is just an emotional mess.

Both of them just got out of long term relationships, they are all up in their feelings and adding alcohol into the mix really doesn't help.

The morning after is the most awkward interaction they have ever had.

They have slept in the same bed a thousand times, hell, they have even seen each other naked before, but this just feels different.

Each of them quickly goes their own way, and where normally they can stand not hearing from each other at least a couple of times a day, it is now radio silence for a few days.

They work through it all eventually. They are still bffs and no there definitely aren't any feelings on either side. It was just a matter of being emotional and drunk.

Until, inevitably, it happens again.

This time neither of them has it in them to pretend that it was 'just' a drunken mistake.

Not when they both seem to have memorized exactly what the other likes, the things they complained about their exes not doing or doing wrong.

The countless conversations talking about how the hookup they had sucked, how their ex tried this or that but it was just the biggest turn off ever, how they saw that one thing in a porn video and they can't help but be curious, it's all finally paying off.

There is just so much sexual compatibility there and the fact that they genuinely love care about each other makes it so much better than just a random hook up.

So they decide that this is just gonna be their little secret now. As long as neither of them are in a relationship they can have 'drunk mistakes' together.

They think they are so subtle about it, sneaking in and out of each other's room, but honestly every one around them can tell what's going on.

The moans are just too clearly their voices, their fingers fit to perfectly on the little bruises on the other's body. Not to even mention all the back and forth glances that last a little too long.

But when anybody asks they deny it, or say it was just a mistake. That it'll never happen again.

Meanwhile their text history is full of messages asking to 'get drunk together tonight'.

[myussytastelikeapple]

꧁Roommates꧂

Paring: college!Clapton!davis x college!Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: P in v sex, porn with no plot, needy reader, cream pie, kind of a sub!Clapton but he’s kind of a switch, no protection, cockwarming,slowburn, and fluffy!

A/N: Hi guys im still trying to catch up on your guys request I’m so sorry I’m also kind of sick sooooo yea! But enjoy!

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You and Clapton have been roommates for a couple of months. He seems weird these past couple of days as he continues to lock himself in his room. One day, you lose your bonet, so you knock on Clapton door to ask him if he’s seen it. You hear slight moans and whimpers as his bed creaks. He responds to you in a shaky voice saying, “give me a second”. He quickly starts hiding the photo he had of you and opens the door. He’s been fantasizing about you but you had no idea. He was still hard as you spoke to him

“Have you seen my bonet?”

Swallowing thickly, trying to regain his composure, Clapton looks at you with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard “Oh, um, sure. Let me check my room”. He steps aside, allowing you to enter his room.

As your eyes wander around the room, they catch sight of a few suggestive photos on the bedside table. You can feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you pick up the bonet, which was hiding in plain sight on the table.

“O-ok that’s all I needed thank you I grin”

Gulping nervously, Clapton nods and closes the door behind you. He locks his door behind you, trying to hide his embarrassment as he collapses onto his bed, still breathing heavily.

You knock back on his door “are you ok I hear you breathing really heavy”

He gets up unlocking the door, afterwards sitting back on his bed Clearing his throat, Clapton shakes his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. He turns around on the bed so that he's facing away from the door Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised, I guess “what from?”

From... uh, never mind." He sighs heavily, trying to distract himself from the intense feelings he's been experiencing. "You know what, forget about it. Let's just forget this ever happened." You move to go sit next to him “Tell me” you say rubbing his back to calm him down

Taking a deep breath, Clapton lets out a long sigh before turning to face you "Look, I can't just hide how I feel from you forever. I thought maybe..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.* “ Maybe what?..”

His cheeks flush slightly as he glances down at the floor, then back up at you “Maybe... maybe we could try something different tonight? You know, like awakening those senses you mentioned earlier?” “Of course”

Clapton hesitates for a moment before shrugging lightly Well, if that's what you want... *He crawls over to you, his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. You stare at him looking down at his soft looking lips then looking back up at him

His eyes meet yours, filled with an unexpected mix of nervousness and desire Well, when you put it like that... He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he trails his fingers lightly down your arm. “kiss me already” you say airily

Feeling emboldened by your words, Clapton's lips find yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you deeply. His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he moans softly into the kiss.

Then you climb over him straddling him

Clapton 's heart races, The warmth of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in a flurry of desire “I want you so bad” you say Feeling the heat between them escalating, Clapton groans against your lips. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back as he presses his hips against yours in a silent plea for more. “Then take what you want...”

Your hands find the hem of his shirt pulling it off His chest heaves with anticipation as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Now it's your turn...”

You swiftly take off you shirt also with unclipping your bra, Breathing rapidly, Clapton watches as you remove your shirt, revealing your bare breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it gently as his free hand finds its way under your pants. “So fucking beautiful...” he mumbles

“Fuck Clapton I need more” you say Clapton growls against your skin, kissing and nipping his way down your neck as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other tracing teasing patterns on your stomach. More? He asks, his hands moving lower. I’ll give you more...*

“please..” With a groan, Clapton tears his lips from your skin and looks deep into your eyes. His fingers trace the line of your panties as he whispers. Please what, love? Please take off your panties, let me show you just how much I need you... Slowly, you remove every piece of your clothes off

Clapton gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the sight of you completely naked. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his hard cock standing tall against his stomach “Fuck your so big baby..” you say

A groan escapes him as you reach out to touch him, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His eyes roll back further, lost in the sensation. You're... you're killing me, baby... He pants, his hips bucking up into your touch.

Feeling your touch, Clapton gasps, his head rolling back. Fuck... fuck, I'm so close... give it to me, baby... He groans, his cock twitching in your hand. You then get down to your knees

You take a deep breath before taking him all in your mouth, Clapton's eyes fly open, shock and pleasure mixing in his expression. He gasps, hands finding your hair, gripping tightly. Oh fuck, baby... that's... so good... He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth

Feeling the edge approaching, Clapton grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck I’m fill my baby's mouth with my cum” With a loud groan, he releases, shooting his hot seed into your mouth, his cock throbbing in your throat. Slowly, Josh pulls out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed, his cock still hard

“Oh fuck, that's incredible..." He pants, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with lust. “You're amazing, baby. Thank you...” he says “you welcome baby but I need your cock inside of me” you say “Cmere babydoll” you get straddling him again, He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, groaning as he sinks inside of you. Clapton gasps, his hips starting to move, fucking into you with hard, demanding strokes. “Fuck... you fucking feel so good... I can't get enough of this”

“Faster I need it f-faster” His movements quicken, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks. “I'm gonna cum again, baby... are you ready for my seed?” He asks “Yes b-breed me!” Clapton's movements become even more rapid, his cock plunging into you with powerful strokes. He moans loudly, his hips bucking as he releases his second climax into you, filling you up with his hot seed. “Oh fuck, baby” he says, Feeling your body collapse onto his, Clapton groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Shit, that was intense... You're incredible, baby. “Can we go to sleep like this?” You ask

Clapton chuckles softly, his cheek pressing against your hair. His cock begins to soften inside of you. “Sure, we can sleep like this. Cuddle up to me and let's get some rest, okay? “Mhm” you say tiredly you both go to sleep together peacefully

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[omgkatherine01]

Fallen Angel: Chapter 1 - From 2019 To 1919?!

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

Warning: Self harm

Note: Reuploading!

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Dear Diary,

It's been a year since I last wrote on you.

It's been a year since I lost my Dad, and now... with losing my job because the place closed down... I pretty much lost everything now.

Viktoria Wilson paused at her writing. She frowned sadly as she was trying to think of anything else to write.

She continued,

With no hope...

I did lose everything...

Viktoria stopped and closed her diary. She placed the diary in her bag and looked to her desk to see her and her parents' picture framed.

It will be over soon...

Viktoria left her house in the evening, and headed straight to the cemetery where her parents were buried.

It will be over soon...

She kept thinking those words over and over again as she stared at her parents' graves.

Viktoria looked up at the night sky as she took a deep breath. She snakingly opened her bag, and pulled out a pocket knife.

Viktoria moved the pocket knife to her wrist, and slowly cut her wrist to draw blood out.

Without knowing, there was a shooting star as she thought bitterly while closing her eyes.

I wish to be far away...

A moment of silence after, she felt a water drop, and frowned as she opened her eyes. It wasn't supposed to be raining tonight, she thought as the rain started.

She quickly got up, holding her bag tightly. She put the pocket knife in her bag as she glanced to the graves, but paused.

There were no graves around.

What the hell? she thought to herself and spinned around the empty area. She walked away quickly from the area and looked around in panic at the unfamiliar place.

What is happening?!

Viktoria pulled out her phone and tried to turn it on but it wouldn't.

What the fuck is happening?! she thought.

"You alright, love?" Viktoria jumped in surprise at a male British voice behind her and turned to see a couple in old fashion clothes walking closer holding umbrellas.

"I, uh..." she trailed off as she looked at their clothes in confusion, "I think, I got lost?"

"Well, it's alright, where do you need to go?" the woman asked, despite her kind and gentle voice, she looked at her up and down at her own strange clothes.

Viktoria looked down at herself with a frown and pulled her jacket closer to her body, "Where am I?" she asked instead, "What City?"

"Birmingham," the woman answered.

Viktoria stared at them in shock and confusion. "I'm sorry?" she asked. It can't be, it looks completely different place! she thought.

"You're at Birmingham," the woman repeated, "I supposed you got off the wrong city by the looks of it."

"No, I..." Viktoria trailed off in panic and looked around again in complete confusion. "I can't--it can't be, it doesn't look the same." She looked back at the couple, looking at their strange clothes again.

"You alright?" the woman asked, frowning a little with concern while the man was looking at her cautiously.

"Not really," Viktoria admitted.

"Have you ran away from an asylum?" the man suddenly asked, tilting his head and both women turned to him in shock.

"I'm sorry?" Viktoria asked in surprise as the other woman hit him on the chest.

"Why would you ask something like that?"

"She's freaking out, and she is wearing strange clothes," the man said, "I felt like I should ask if she broke out."

"No, I did not break out from an asylum," Viktoria answered and paused for a moment, "But, I supposed I did get lost..."

The man shrugged, "Then, I can take you to the police to help you."

The woman scoffed, "Seriously, Freddie?" she gave him a look and Viktoria frowned at her voice. "The Police? They won't lift a bloody finger."

"Well, what do you want to do? Ask your brothers for help?"

"I can do that," the woman said, "At least they can keep their word." Freddie stared at her, and it seemed like they were having a silent conversion. The woman rolled her eyes at him. "We can't just leave her by herself like that, she's lost! She's alone--a woman shouldn't be walking alone in night, you know that!"

"Look, I--I'm sure I'll find my way, so... I should probably--I should be off," Viktoria told them and walked past them to find her way home.

"Wait," the woman said, and Viktoria turned to her and Freddie. The woman looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Freddie seemed to understand what she wanted and he raised his eyebrows, "We can't go together, remember? People can't see us both together, that's why we're meeting here."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Do as you please." She walked past him to Viktoria and smiled lightly. "Hon, where're do you need to go?"

"I, uh, I just want to go home," Viktoria answered.

Freddie noticed in her hand something he didn't recognized, "What's that?"

Viktoria followed his gaze to her hand and held up her phone, raising an eyebrow, "This?" Freddie nodded. Viktoria frowned, "It's a phone..."

"A phone?" Freddie repeated as he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes... you don't have phones?" Viktoria asked in confusion as she glanced back at their clothes again. "Everyone has phones in 2019."

The couple exchanged a bewildered look. The woman's eyes widened as she stared at Viktoria.

"Did you say… 2019?" she asked hesitantly.

Viktoria nodded slowly, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Yes, it's 2019. Isn't it?"

Freddie shook his head, his brow furrowed. "No, love. It's 1919."

Viktoria felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs wobbled, and she stumbled backward. The woman quickly reached out to steady her.

"That's impossible," Viktoria whispered, her voice trembling. "It can't be 1919. That's… that's a hundred years ago."

The woman guided Viktoria to a nearby bench, helping her sit down. "What's your name, dear?"

"Viktoria," she replied, her voice barely audible. "Viktoria Wilson."The woman sat beside her, concern etched on her face. "I'm Ada. Ada Shelby. And this is Freddie Thorne."

Viktoria's eyes widened in recognition. She'd heard those names before, in history books and old newspapers. The Shelby family, the infamous gang from Birmingham. And Freddie Thorne, the communist agitator.

It was all starting to feel terrifyingly real.

"This can't be happening," Viktoria muttered, more to herself than to Ada and Freddie. She looked down at her wrist, where the cut she'd made was still fresh, though the bleeding had slowed. "I was just… I was in the cemetery. In 2019. And now…"

Ada noticed the cut on Viktoria's wrist and gasped softly. "Oh, love," she said gently, taking Viktoria's hand and examining the wound. "We need to get this cleaned up."

Viktoria pulled her hand back, her mind reeling. "No, you don't understand. I need to get back. This isn't real. It can't be."

Freddie stepped closer, his expression a mix of concern and suspicion. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but you're clearly not well. Let us help you."

Viktoria stood up abruptly, swaying slightly. "No, I… I need to go. I need to figure this out."

She turned to leave, but Ada caught her arm. "Wait! You can't just wander off like this. It's not safe, especially not for a woman alone at night."

Viktoria hesitated, torn between her instinct to flee and the realization that she had nowhere to go in this unfamiliar time and place. She looked at Ada's concerned face and felt a flicker of hope.

"Okay," Viktoria said softly, her shoulders sagging. "I… I don't know what to do."

Ada squeezed her arm gently. "Come with me. We'll get you cleaned up and figure this out."

Freddie cleared his throat. "Ada, are you sure about this? We don't know who she is or where she's come from."

Ada shot him a sharp look. "I'm not leaving her out here alone, Freddie. She needs help."

Viktoria glanced between them, suddenly aware of the tension. "I don't want to cause any trouble. Maybe I should just…"

"Nonsense," Ada interrupted, linking her arm through Viktoria's. "You're coming with me. Freddie, you should go. We can't be seen together, remember?"

Freddie hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Be careful, Ada. And you," he said, turning to Viktoria, "Don't do anything to harm her, understand?"

Viktoria nodded numbly, still trying to process everything that was happening. Ada led her away from the cemetery, through the dark and unfamiliar streets of 1919 Birmingham. The cobblestones were slick with rain, and the gas lamps cast eerie shadows as they walked.

"My aunt's house isn't far," Ada said softly. "We'll get you cleaned up and then figure out what to do next."

Viktoria stumbled along beside her, her mind racing. How had this happened? Was she dreaming? Had she somehow traveled through time? It all seemed impossible, and yet here she was, walking through a world that seemed to have stepped out of a history book.

As they walked, Viktoria couldn't help but stare at the unfamiliar sights around her. Horse-drawn carriages clattered past on the cobblestone streets. Men in flat caps and women in long skirts hurried by, giving her strange looks as they passed. The air was thick with coal smoke, and the buildings looked worn and weathered in a way she'd never seen before.

"Here we are," Ada said, pulling Viktoria from her thoughts. They stood before a modest brick house, its windows dark.

Ada produced a key and ushered Viktoria inside. The interior was dimly lit by gas lamps, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Viktoria felt as if she'd stepped onto a movie set, everything around her seeming both familiar and utterly foreign.

"Sit down," Ada instructed, gesturing to a worn armchair in the corner of the small living room. Viktoria sank into it, her legs feeling weak and unsteady.

Ada bustled about, lighting more lamps and gathering supplies. She returned with a basin of water, clean cloth, and what looked like a bottle of whiskey.

"Let's take care of that cut, shall we?" Ada said gently, kneeling beside Viktoria.

Viktoria winced as Ada cleaned the wound with the whiskey, the sting bringing her back to the present moment--or rather, the past.

"I know you must be confused and frightened," Ada said as she worked. "But I promise, we'll figure this out together."

Viktoria nodded numbly, watching as Ada bandaged her wrist with practiced ease. "Thank you," she murmured.

Ada sat back on her heels, studying Viktoria with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Now," Ada said softly, "why don't you tell me exactly what happened? How did you end up here, in Birmingham, thinking it was 2019?"

Viktoria took a deep breath, her mind racing. How could she possibly explain this without sounding completely insane? But as she looked into Ada's kind eyes, she felt a sudden urge to confide in this woman from the past.

"I… I was in the cemetery," Viktoria began hesitantly. "In 2019. I'd lost my parents, my job… everything. I felt like I had nothing left to live for." She glanced down at her bandaged wrist, shame and regret washing over her. "I was trying to… end it all. I just... I just wished to be far away, and suddenly… I was here."

Ada listened intently, her expression a mix of sympathy and disbelief. When Viktoria finished speaking, Ada reached out and gently squeezed her hand.

"I don't pretend to understand how this is possible," Ada said softly, "but I believe you. There's something… different about you. Your clothes, that strange device you called a phone. You're clearly not from here."

Viktoria felt a wave of relief wash over her. "You believe me? You don't think I'm crazy?"

Ada smiled wryly. "Oh, I think this whole situation is mad. But I've seen enough strange things in my life not to dismiss the impossible outright."

She stood up and paced the small room, her brow furrowed in thought. "The question is, what do we do now? We need to figure out how to get you back to your own time."

They heard the front door opening and closing, followed by a couple of voices. Ada froze, her eyes widening. "Oh no," she whispered. "That'll be my brothers. Quick, we need to--"

But before she could finish, two men walked into the room. They stopped short at the sight of Viktoria, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion.

"Ada," the taller of the two said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who's this?"

Ada stepped between Viktoria and the men, her chin raised defiantly. "This is Viktoria. She's… a friend who needs our help."

The shorter man, his cap pulled low over his eyes, snorted. "A friend? In those clothes? Pull the other one, Ada."

Viktoria stood up, offended yet she recognized these men from the history books--Thomas and Arthur Shelby, the notorious gangsters of Small Heath.

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[littlelalu]

Bookstore | Ben Plunkett (Milo Manheim)

The wind picked up as I walked down the street to a small bookstore. It looked like a storm was coming—dark clouds, wind, and slight thunder. I hope I don’t catch the rain until I get there. I just desperately needed some time away from my family. My parents and I moved here about 2 weeks ago, and they have been with me almost every second I am home. I haven’t made friends, so the only option I have is to go alone to places, or with my parents. 

After following Siri's directions on my phone, I found the bookstore. The bell above the door chimed softly as I entered. As I started to explore the place, all I could think was, “Wow. This place looks like a maze!”. Shelves towered high, crammed with books waiting to be discovered. I may have found my favorite place to go on a Friday night. 

Lost in my thoughts, I rounded a corner and collided with someone. I looked up and saw a tall guy whose brown eyes looked worried.

“Oh my gosh. I-I'm so sorry.” He stuttered, still looking guilty.

“It’s fine. It was my fault too. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I said with a shy smile. He smiled back. He’s cute.

Before he could say anything else, a girl showed up beside him. Maybe his girlfriend? Not sure.

“Did he bump into you? I am sorry about him. He’s too clumsy.” She laughed

I giggled. The guy playfully rolled his eyes at her.

“I’m Maddie. This is my best friend, Ben!” She said, pointing at him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” I said shyly.

Maddie’s phone began to ring. “Oh, I’m sorry, I gotta take this. It's Graham.” She said, She quickly went outside to take a call.

“So... Y/N… Are you new here?” He asked awkwardly.

“Yeah. I just moved here a couple of weeks ago.” I replied with a smile.

“Well…. Welcome to Seattle. It’s not the best, but you’ll get used to it,” he said, making me laugh.

“Ha-ha, I’ll try. Do you come here often? I asked him.

“Yes. Maddie and I come here every Friday. Then we catch a movie and eat some waffles after.”

“Sounds like fun!” I said. Maddie came back inside.

“Graham needs me. I must go. I’m so sorry." She said to Ben.

"Maddie, you’re going to blow off our plans?” Ben asked

“Just today, I promise.” She looked at me and then back at Ben. “Maybe Y/N can keep you company today.” She said, winking at Ben and me.

I saw Ben’s cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Maddie said as she left the bookstore.

Ben looked at me with a nervous smile. “Okay… Umm... Y/N. I do have a question for you that I wanted to ask. Do you want to hang out with me tonight? If you want to, of course. As new friends, nothing else. Only if you’re okay with it.“ He said nervously.

“I would love to, Ben. What would you like to do?” He smiled when I agreed.

“Great. Do you want to go to the movies, or are you hungry now?”

“I am hungry. I haven’t had dinner yet, and it's almost 8.” I said.

“Oooo you should try the place Maddie and I go to for waffles. It’s delicious.”

“I’m down. Lead the way.”

We headed out of the store. He took me to the blue car that he parked in front of the bookstore. He went to the passenger’s side first to open the door for me. “Get in, malady.” He gestured to the seat.

I laughed at his gesture. “Thank you, kind sir.” He smiled.

He jogged over to his side and got in. He plugged in his phone. “Do you want to listen to anything in particular?”

“Nah. You pick.”

I saw him go on Spotify and click one of his playlists. The first song that played was “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy.

I gasped. “Oh my gosh. Do you like Fall Out Boy?”

“Um Duh! Who doesn’t? I saw them last year when they played at the local arena. They are one of my favorite bands.”

“Be careful making wishes in the dark-dark. Can't be sure when they've hit their mark,” I began singing.

“And besides, in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart,” Ben continued.

We laughed and continued talking about our love for the band for the rest of the 15-minute car ride.

Ben pulled up to a corner restaurant called ‘Deacon’s Corner’. It had a classy dinner vibe to it.

He parked his car and turned it off. “I got your door.” He got out and came to my side to open the door. He stuck out his hand to help me out.

I grabbed his soft hand. “Thanks, Ben. You’re such a gentleman.”

“I try to be." He winked at me and smiled.

He guided me to the entrance and picked a table out for us. I sat across from him.

“So, besides waffles, what else do you recommend?” I asked.

He thought about it for a second. “Their cheeseburgers, for sure. Want me to order you that? I have to place our order with the cashier,” he said, pointing to the lady at the bar.

“Yes! Can I also get some fries and a Dr. Pepper? Please and thank you.”

He nodded. Ben got up and went up to order.

I have never gone out with a guy alone. It’s not a date, but still. I don’t know how to act or what to talk about. I just met him!

My thoughts were interrupted when Ben came back to our table.

“She said it will be about 20 minutes.” He said.

“That’s fine,” I said.

Ben and I proceeded to tell each other more about ourselves. The more I looked at him as he talked, I realized his stutter wasn’t there as much, nor was he shy anymore. He seemed more chill and happier. When the food came, we switched the topic of talking about our lives to our favorite things like music, shows, books, etc. He is very nerdy, which I love because we have a lot in common.

“Wow, Y/N. You are honestly amazing. I am glad I met you tonight. You made it even better.” He said, acting shy again.

I felt myself blushing slightly. “Same goes for you.” I looked at my phone, and it was 10:30 p.m. “Oh my. It’s getting late. I should head home soon.”

“Let me go pay first.” He said.

“How much was my half?” I asked

“Don’t worry about it. I got you.”

“Ben, no! Let me help you, please."

“Nah. You already made my Friday night better anyway," he said and got up to go pay.

He came back, and we headed out back to the car.

I gave him my address so that he could take me home. We jammed out again for the next 10 minutes until we got to my house.

“Thank you for tonight, Ben. This was probably the first day that I had fun since I got here.” I laughed slightly.

“No problem, Y/N. Thanks for keeping me company last minute.” He joked.

“Hahaha. You’re welcome. Bye, Ben,” I said as I got out the door.

I was beginning to make my way to my front door when I heard a car door shut. I turned around, and it was Ben.

“Y/N wait!” He said and walked over to me.

I looked up at his brown eyes. “Yes?”

He sighed. “Umm... I-I have never felt so comfortable with someone this fast. I can easily talk to you. I enjoyed being with you.” He looked nervous and was blushing again. “So... I l-like you and wanted to know if, umm maybe you wanted to go out again sometime? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to ruin what we have. As friends, of course! I am sorry I didn’t mean – “

“Ben, it's fine. I like you too. I would love to go out with you again,” I said as I cut him off from his rambling.

“Really?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded. He took his phone out for me to put my number in. I handed the phone back to him.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said.

“Good night, Ben,” I said. He pulled me into a hug. He smelled great. His cologne made me instantly melt.

As we pulled away, I looked up at him again, and he looked down at me. Our gazes made me get butterflies in my stomach. It felt like the world stopped around us and it was just us two. He put one hand on my cheek, leaned down, and kissed me. I kissed back almost instantly. His soft and warm lips are on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands moved down to my waist. He pulled away after a minute (or two), leaving my lips wanting more.

Our arms are still around each other. Just looking at each other with a goofy smile. “I have been wanting to do that but wasn’t sure if it would ruin things between us.” He said.

“It was the perfect moment,” I said with a wink.

He smiled big. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. Bye,” he said and kissed my cheek.

“See you soon, Ben,” I said and walked into my house.

I quickly walked over to my living room window to see him leave. Ben walked back to his car, happily pumping his fists in the air. I giggle seeing him do so.

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Note: Hello again :) I rewatched Prom Pact again and loved seeing a geeky and awkward Milo Manheim character. Have a good night everyone :)

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Simp (Part 7) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Honestly thought i was gonna put this series on hold because i just haven’t been writing lately and when i do, i just get stuck. Anyways, enjoy this 1.9k part that’s only 99 words away from 2k even though this series is going like this 📉 (my bad this is not actually 1.9k it’s 1.8k)

Summary: You and Wilbur are in the talking phase, and you even show up in his chat. 

Pairing(s): Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, Wilbur Soot x actor!reader

Warning(s): Wilbur swearing, but isn’t he always

italics: texts/stream

blue italics: basically just you, on text or stream

my masterlist :))

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When Wilbur glanced at the clock in his office, his eyes widened and cursed himself for getting carried away. Though, how can he not when it's you, talking and joking around with him like the two of you had been long friends. It had been a couple of weeks since you reached out to Wilbur—he remembered slightly panicking over seeing your notification—and ever since the two of you would make time to talk despite the time difference. He can't deny that it was kind of awkward at first with both of you being nervous and all but only a couple of days passed when the conversation finally started to flow smoothly like a river. Just a couple of days ago, he taught you how to use discord.

Today was no different than any other day. The two of you were talking again, the topic resides on his band and the tour that was about to commence, when he realized that he was supposed to stream in about five minutes and he had yet to prepare everything. Since Wilbur finally have some spare time on his plate and all the news outlets that tried to get the scoops from him have back down due to the rumor being replaced and forgotten by some other celebrity gossip, he thought it would be a good time to stream and let his fans know what he had been up to.

i'm really sorry about this y/n

but i have to go

i forgot that i'm supposed to stream tonight

like rn actually

Oh my god

yes of course go

talk to u later?

Yes yes go already

alright byee :))

Bye will have a good stream

Wilbur smiled at your reply, staring at it for a few seconds before finally putting down his phone and turning on his computer.

~~

You had an idea. Something that you had wanted to do but never really had the opportunity until now. You wanted to watch Wilbur livestream. Sure, you've seen some clips on YouTube before but you felt it wasn't quite the same experience with seeing it live. You wanted to see him in his element. But, if you're being honest you just wanted to see him smile and hear his laugh. You were glad Sam wasn't there because then he would call you a simp and that you're whipped for Wilbur.

With a made up mind, you got up from bed—still clad in pajamas—brushed your teeth and washed your face, took a trip to the kitchen for a quick breakfast and coffee before heading to your office that was filled many memorabilia from film set and a growing amount of awards. You put down the plate and mug on the desk, making sure there was distance between your computer and the hot drink. After a press of a button the screen changed from black to a picture of a beautiful scenery that you took on a vacation in Italy. You opened the browser and typed in the link to his Twitch channel. When you clicked on the stream he was already in the midst of a conversation with his chat.

He was sat in an office chair, something similar to the ones in your childhood home. A green screen displaying a green meadow in the background with a little glimpse of a white wall due to the screen being folded on the top right corner. You watched the chat pouring in, some responding to what he was saying while others asked what did they miss. You tried to read some of them but that prove to be a hard task since it all passed by so quickly, replaced by yet another messages.

For awhile you just watched him, smiling when he did something cute, laughing when he did or said something funny. It felt like you had somebody accompanying you instead of being alone eating toast in your office. It was a very enjoyable experience until your name was mentioned.

"No, chat, I am not dating y/n l/n," Wilbur expressed, after reading his chat.

You slightly cringed at the topic of you being brought up. This always happens whenever you're being associated with someone. All people ever wanted to talk to them about was you. You were aware that most of it wasn't ill–intentioned but you couldn't deny it had ruined a couple of past relationships for you, be it platonically or romantically. You couldn't exactly blame them for it. The constant questions about you instead of themselves or their work grew tiring and unbearable for them. So, naturally, you felt bad about the unknown person bringing you up especially since this was Wilbur's first stream in awhile and you were certain he wanted to talk more about his band.

"Those rumors were made by a bunch of fucking idiots who would trampled over someone else's fucking boundaries to get clicks for their so called news." He voiced out, with an edge to his voice . "Do not believe every rumors or gossip spreading around, chat, unless the person involved confirmed it themselves."

Your intention in watching Wilbur's stream was to merely observed him interacting with his fans. You didn't want to appear and have people make a big scene out of it, especially now that the dating rumor have died down. But, that intention went out the window when he started shit-talking the media and indirectly defended you. Therefore, you decided to typed in something in his chat to express your agreement with him.

couldn't have said it better myself

For awhile, you thought you got away with it. Everyone doesn't seemed to notice your little comment, but of course there were always that one eagle-eyed person who noticed every single possible thing.

okay am i seeing things or did i just see y/n in the chat?

oh my god is y/n here??

HIIIIII Y/N

WILBUR YOUR CRUSH IS HERE

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When someone in his chat mentioned you, Wilbur had to admit he was kinda nervous on how to approach the topic. Of course, he likes you. There's no doubt about it, but he had to thread carefully for your and his sake. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire, even if the fire was shrinking. Although, at the same time, he didn't want to ruin any chances with you—if there was one in the beginning—by sounding too rude or dismissive. So, he tried to sound as neutral as possible and hoped for the best.

"But, since we're on the topic, chat, I wanted to say that y/n actually reached out to me when that dating rumor thing started getting more attention, cause like I've said before, a bunch people wanted to interview me and shit, and they felt bad about the whole thing and apologized for it and stuff." Wilbur revealed, slightly spinning in his chair. "But, they shouldn't have to because obviously it's not their fault and all, but I think it's very kind of them to make that effort.”

Wilbur leaned closer to his monior, trying to read what his chat was talking about. Some of them were gushing over the interaction he told, whilst the rest were getting excited about some thing. The chat was moving fast than per usual and he was beginning to have a hard time reading one.

"Okay, what are you all talking about? Did someone raid me and I didn't notice?"

guys he hasnt notice it yet lmao

wil is about to get caught simping in 4k

WIL YN IS HERE THEYRE HEREE

hiii will sorry for making a scene

thought i'd check your stream

Wilbur's eyes widened, his posture straightened as he inched closer to the monitor again to make sure that the name he saw in his chat was actually you—as if that would help since all the messages were flying fast.

"Wait, y/n, when did you make a Twitch account?!"

like just few minutes ago

still trying to figure it out really

am i doing it right?

"Yes, you're doing it right." WIlbur laughed. "I can't believe you're here."

oh my god theyre interacting!!!

someone clip it fast!!

were they here the whole time and was just lurking lol

"Wait, have you been here the whole time, y/n?" Wilbur asked too, slightly curious and nervous.

no i think you've been streaming for awhile when i joined

hey y/n do you know that wilbur is single

y/n he talks about you all the time

you're his celebrity crush he said so himself

"Woah, woah, what the fuck is this? Ganging up on Wilbur day? Fuck you, chat."

we're doing you a favor here wil

not the chat acting as a wingman lmao

"I don't need—" Wilbur groaned, covering his slowly blushing face with his hands. "y/n, please, do not listen to them."

i don't know wil

i'm kinda interested in what they have to say

pls theyre going along with it

"God, don't encourage them—stop spamming L's in the chat!"

This wasn't how Wilbur pictured it. This wasn't how he thought you would know about his attraction towards you, being ratted out by thousands of his fans, live, nonetheless. He imagined he would do it after the two of you had been talking for awhile. He imagined he'd be a lot more brave and forward—but not in the way that would make you uncomfortable. And then when you both finally meet in real life, whether it be at one of his shows or wherever, he would ask you out to dinner or perhaps a stroll, whatever activities that you enjoyed he would absolutely do it. But, of course, it didn't turn out that way.

"God, I'm so close to ending this stream right now."

he looks so done with us

pls don't i just got in

okay i think wil's had enough chat

"Yes, yes, listen to them, chat. I've had enough."

as much as i like to stay here longer and watch you guys unfortunately i have to go

noooo y/n don't goo

When he realized that you had to leave, Wilbur's expression changed from the feigned annoyance from the constant teasing of his chat to a dejected look, his shoulders slumped. Even though, he was bullied most of the time you were there, he would withstand it a lot longer if that means you could stay a bit longer.

"Oh, you have to leave?"

yeah, work stuff and all

"Oh, alright then. Chat, say goodbye to y/n."

WIlbur watched his chat spammed goodbyes, with most of them wanting you to return again.

byeee chat it's been great talking to you all

byee will hope you have a good stream

"Bye, y/n." He waved to the camera.

Once he was sure you left, Wilbur started staring at his camera. It was a look that was purposefully made to be uncomfortable and his chat was already expressing said feeling. Slowly, he inched closer to his mic to the point where he was awfully close to it and both his lips and nose was touching it. All the chat could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing until finally his loud and distorted voice broke the uncomfortable silence.

"CHAT, YOU PRICKS! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT TO ME?!"

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"edge of tonight" part twelve ~ the meeting

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: Your meeting with Mr. Wang (at a cheap downtown cafe) doesn't go according to plan. tw: mafia au!, angst, swearing, violence, guns, injury, implied death, there's a the guy who didn't like musicals reference and if you get it i will love you forever, overuse of the term 'Coffee Girl' i'm sorry i'm also annoyed with myself, i am horrible at writing action scenes pls be patient with this chapter, i also know next to nothing when it comes to medical procedures, seriously please just suspend your disbelief for this chapter, some of yall might not like jin by the end of this chapter and i'm sorry, not beta-ed (i need a new beta if anyone's interested) word count: ~8.6k track #15: Pick a Fight ~ Anna Akana: "Call me aggressive, contentious and so excessive, go ahead, teach me a lesson, baby, let me have it." the edge of tonight masterlist an: NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW LATE THIS WAS OKAY I'M SO SORRY. really the last few hundred words of this chapter turned into a couple thousand and it was so frustrating bc i just wanted it to be DONE. but now it finally is so please enjoy and let me know what you think. thank you for being so patient!! and as always, the lovely moodboard at the bottom was made by the fantastic @mirahuyooo

The drive was quiet. And awkward. You sat in the backseat with Jungkook, but your gaze was locked on the passing scenery as your head rested against the cool window. The kitchen had been so lively, everyone chiming in and bickering. Part of you wanted to join in, but something kept stopping you.

You felt like you didn't belong anymore.

The way everyone talked, even with the addition of the other three, it was like nothing had changed. Like you were never gone. Like they just moved on without you and rebuilt their lives in a way that you weren't needed. Genius Labs, Just Dance, the hospital Jin would be going to later was probably the own Yoongi had told you he owned.

They didn't need you.

So you stayed silent, and watched the snow-covered trees slowly turn into snow-covered buildings, and tried not to think.

"I can't believe Jin-hyung didn't make us crêpes," Hobi mumbled from the passenger seat.

You could hear Yoongi's smirk. "Don't worry, Seok-ah, we'll get us some shitty croissants at a cheap downtown café."

"He said he would, though, if..." Hobi trailed off. You could feel his eyes on you and put together the end of his sentence easily. If you stayed.

"No he didn't," Jungkook said. You were grateful he took the attention off of you so quickly. "He said me and Taehyungie could have raspberries, he said nothing about making breakfast for everyone."

"It was implied!"

"It really wasn't, hyung."

Your lips turned up ever so slightly. It was nice, in a way, just listening to them. You missed this kind of light-hearted banter. No one was actually angry. No fights were going to break out. No arguments would be created. It was peaceful. It was easy to focus on them.

You didn't want to think about what you were going to do after your meeting with Mr. Wang. You didn't want to think about Jackson, blowing your phone up with call after call. You didn't want to think about Namjoon and... well, you never wanted to think about Namjoon. You thought about Namjoon too much.

You were thinking too much.

"Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats." Hobi's voice broke through your train of thought. You kept your head pressed against the window but turned to him, biting back a chuckle at the name. "You look like you're contemplating the meaning of life there, you okay?"

You smiled at him, but could tell he wasn't convinced. "I'm fine, don't worry." You looked back out the window. "I wasn't thinking about much of anything, really."

"I call bullshit," Yoongi said. "There's no way your head is empty." It wasn't, but you didn't want to talk about any of it either. You were tired of answering questions and explaining yourself. Just because you had most of their answers didn't mean you had all of them, nor that you wanted to share them. The car fell back into awkward silence as they realized you weren't going to speak again.

You needed a plan. That's what you forced yourself to think about. You had known Song wouldn't let you go so easily, but you had hoped that offering to return the obscene amount of money Namjoon and his gang were apparently worth would sway things in your favor. You were going to a new location, too, so you wouldn't have a lot of time to scope out an escape route if things went bad.

That was probably why Namjoon had sent these three with you. If it came down to it, you could survive Hobi's driving, Yoongi was probably a better shot than you were, and Jungkook looked like he could hold his own. It also explained why Namjoon didn't come with you himself.

The biggest thing was making sure it looked like you were alone. As much as Yoongi had offered, no one could sit in the meeting with you. It also meant you couldn't be seen getting out of their car.

"How much farther?" You asked as you sat up.

"About a kilometer and a half," Yoongi answered, "why?"

You undid the seat belt. "Drop me off here."

"Why??"

"Because they don't know I'm with anyone and I'd like to keep it that way, so either pull over and let me out, or I'm jumping." Yoongi started pulling over as Jungkook protested.

"But we promised RM-hyung—"

"You did, I didn't." RM must have been Namjoon, and that promise must have been to keep you safe. "I'm a big girl, Bunny Boy, I can take care of myself. Besides, we're in a populated enough area that Hobi should be able to hack into some camera system and you can stalk me that way."

Hobi rolled his eyes, but you could sense the concern rolling off of him in waves. Yoongi gave you the last few directions and told you they would be waiting down the block for you. "Don’t freeze your ass off."

"Busan gets colder." You opened the door and climbed out before they could protest more. You crossed the street with a quick glance to make sure you wouldn't get prematurely hit with a car, then made your way along the sidewalk.

Plan, you needed a plan, and you needed one fast. The biggest issue you had was you didn't know what game they would be playing: Seoul's, or Busan's. A meeting like this in Seoul would consist of an exchange of information and then you potentially getting sniped 24-48 hours later. A meeting like this in Busan would consist of an exchange of information and then you getting stabbed or shot before you even left your seat.

You looked all around you as you weaved through the light crowd on the sidewalk. Wang sent you to a public place, so chances of you getting directly attacked mid-meeting or right after were slim; but the tall buildings around you left far too many opportunities for a sniper open. There were a number of open alleyways that could be used for a quick escape, but the chances of getting cornered in them was also pretty high.

Would they attack you? Or would this be nothing more than breakfast and a send-off? Would they wait until you were back in Busan before joining the many who want your head?

Did you even want to go back to Busan?

...

Okay, nope, you weren't going to think about that right now. Right now was about survival—survive, then you could think about things like that.

If Busan made you good at one thing, it was surviving. If it made you good at two things, it was surviving and improvising. This was a situation where you couldn't plan ahead very far, you'd have to think on your feet in the moment. You couldn't think about it like a game of chess; that would get too complicated and you would get bogged down with details.

It was a game of rock-paper-scissors: either you'd get shot immediately, sometime later, or you wouldn't get shot at all.

Those outcomes were basic enough you could create rough drafts of a plan around. Not getting shot at was ideal, and required the least amount of work behind it, but not getting shot at was also the least likely of these outcomes. Getting shot sometime later had the most variables and was most likely, but later meant you could worry about it later.

Getting shot at immediately was the big problem, and unfortunately one you couldn't really address until you saw the environment you would be dealing with. Would there be lots of space to move around in or would things be cramped in tight? How many people, civilians, casualties could there be? And could you avoid them altogether?

You had stolen the gun beneath Yoongi's seat as you got out of the car, and the weapon was safely tucked into your waistband and hidden by your jacket. You weren't walking into this unarmed. But Seoul liked handling things quietly; the less chaos in the streets, the more the families and gangs could achieve. So for your benefit, and Bangtan's really, you couldn't shoot first.

You stopped in front of a decent-sized coffee shop on the corner. Windows lined the walls facing the street, and you could see a fair amount of customers inside, both standing in line and already seated with their drinks and laptops. Beanie's was printed on a sign hung above the door, with a doodled coffee cup next to it.

It was cute.

Why the fuck did Wang want to meet you here?

What trap were you about to walk into?

You looked around one last time, and from the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a familiar black car pulled up against the curb just a block or two away. You didn't glance at it for long—you couldn't, in case you were already being watched—but knowing someone familiar was here gave you a small sense of calm.

They wouldn't let anything happen to you.

Well. They wouldn't let anything within their power happen to you. You had a lot more autonomy than you used to and you were more than capable of getting yourself into and out of trouble; after all, you weren't sixteen anymore.

You took a deep breath and pulled the door open, making a small bell jingle overhead. You were grateful for the rush of warm air against your skin. You looked around the shop but saw no sign of Wang or any of Song's men, at least not inside. You did arrive a bit early, so you could use this time to your advantage. You got in line to order as you made note of everything around you.

There were no booths, just tables and chairs, and those could be used for either offence or defense. Chances were the windows weren't bulletproof, if anything they might be tempered, so there were several easy albeit obvious possible exits. Hot coffee itself could be a weapon and you wondered if asking the barista to make it as hot as possible would tip anyone off.

"You know what?" The man ordering in front of you caught your attention as his voice rose. "I'm never coming back here again. That sign's bullshit!" You took a step to the side to avoid being run over by him as he stormed out.

"Oh my god, so mean," came the came a high-pitched mocking whine from the barista behind the counter, currently flipping the retreating figure off.

"Happy holidays, sir!" A different barista yelled over her coworker, her voice overly chipper the way only someone who worked in customer service and was constantly yelled at could be. "Ohhhhh-kay, Emma, why don't you go take a break in the back, alright?" You watched the man's retreating form for another moment, then stepped up to the counter.

You froze.

"I am so sorry about all that," the barista continued. She hadn't looked at you yet, still pushing buttons on the register, probably clearing out the last order. "Anyways, uh, hi, welcome to Beanie's, what can I—" She finally looked up at you and paused, then broke into a real smile. "Oh my god! Y/N, right? From the ball last night?"

Jin's date, who he had just introduced you to last night, was standing on the other side of the counter.

And suddenly you knew exactly why Wang wanted to meet you here, and you knew exactly what kind of trap you just walked into.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, not bothering to keep your tone light. "Does Jin know you're here?"

She giggled. Giggled. Like she didn't know her life was about to be in danger. "Of course he does! I work here, obviously, and he's gonna stop by for lunch before he heads to his shift at the hospital."

She didn't know her life was about to be in danger.

"Has Jin told you anything?" You watched as her smile fell and her cheery disposition turned confused.

"About what?" She asked in return. You looked her in the eyes for a moment longer. This wasn't clever avoidance, the I know what you're talking about but I can't make it obvious that I know what you're talking about type of look.

She. Didn't. Know. Anything.

Two. They were about to be two members down.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," you muttered, getting yourself as close to the counter as you could without climbing over it, and leaned over so only she could hear you. "You need to get out of here. Now."

"Why?" She whispered back. At least she had the common sense to look scared.

"You're not safe, not anymore." You glanced over her shoulder. "Is there a way you can get out through the back?" She nodded hesitantly. "Go hide out, call Jin to come get you now, and if you start hearing gunshots you run."

Her eyes went wide at the mention of bullets possibly flying. "I—what?" The bell above the door rang.

You pulled away, back to what a normal customer-employee distance would be. "Yeah, can I get a large black coffee?" Your voice went back to normal, but your eyes kept boring into hers. It took a second too long for her to perk back up.

"Of course!" She smiled and tapped away at the register. "Is that for here or to-go?" She looked at you again, and while you hated the fear you could see badly hidden in her eyes, you knew that fear would help keep her alive.

"For here," you answered, and she visibly relaxed a bit. "I'm meeting someone in a few minutes." She nodded and tapped again.

"Anyone special?" She asked you, her tone almost teasing. At least she was a good actress.

"Afraid not, just business."

"Will that be all today?"

"For right now, yeah." You glanced at the total on the screen facing you and pulled a small stack of cash from your pocket, handing it to her.

"We'll have that ready for you in just a minute," she said as she sorted the money into the register.

"Anna."

She paused, once again confused. "I'm sorry?"

"The name for the order?" You offered. "Anna." Her brows pinched together for a moment, and she looked like she was about to ask about your fake name, but she carried on instead.

"Right, of course, I'm so sorry. We'll have that right out for you." She scurried away to begin making you the drink you weren't planning on drinking and another barista filled her spot to help the person in line behind you.

You took a seat at a table next to one of the windows and looked out at the half-busy street. On the outside, you were fine. Just chilling, waiting patiently for your coffee. On the inside you were screaming. How did you not connect these dots earlier?

Song's men were watching you all night. They saw everyone you interacted with. They made note of who they were and how they could be used; and when they couldn't find much, if anything, on Jin, they turned to his date.

This sweet, innocent girl, who worked at a cheap downtown café and was probably falling in love with one of your old best friends, and had no idea what she was getting herself into.

You were going to kill Jin. He fucking knew better.

And when you ran out, it was her they decided to try and use against you solely because she was a civilian, she was innocent. They were trying to appeal to your humanity while putting you in a Catch 22: do what we want and she won't get hurt. Fight back and she's dead.

You knew Song wouldn't let you leave easily, even if you returned all 8 billion won. They knew you knew something, and they were going to do anything to try and get it out of you, including dragging other people into your mess.

Your simple game of Survival Rock-Paper-Scissors had turned back into the game of chess you were trying to avoid.

You could keep yourself alive. There weren't many scenarios where you would actually wind up dead. Injured, sure, there were plenty of those, but not dead. But you were much less sure of your abilities to keep yourself and someone else alive, especially when that someone else didn't have nearly the same training or skillset as you did.

"Order for Anna!" You twisted in your seat, about to get up and go fetch your coffee, when a set of legs came into view in front of you, stopping your movement. You didn't look up. You didn't need to.

"Please, allow us to get that for you," he said as he sat down in the chair across from you. One of the guards, you assumed, who had come with him went to the front to collect your drink. You turned to face him.

You were out of time.

Mr. Wang was a stout man with more muscle than fat, and probably about the same age as your father, maybe a few years older. He was Song's Right Hand, and you often wondered why Song would send someone so high up the hierarchy just do deal with someone like you.

He smiled. "Good morning, Ms. Lee." It was always unnerving, the way he said your name. Like he knew it was fake.

"Good morning, Mr. Wang." You kept your voice polite, trying to mask your worry with boredom. "I believe you promised me breakfast?"

"And yet you've already paid for your coffee," he said as the steaming drink was placed on the table in front of you. The guard took a seat directly behind you. They were trying to keep the outside appearance of the meeting casual.

"You should've gotten here before me, then."

Wang chuckled. "For someone who didn't want to meet this morning, you certainly are excited."

"The sooner I got here, the sooner I could leave." You were already tired of the forced pleasantries. "Why are we here, Mr. Wang?"

"You know perfectly well why, Ms. Lee. You're a clever girl." A chill ran down your spine at the phrase. It wasn't the first time you'd heard it, but it always carried such a sinister tone. Your father's voice always echoed in your mind. "I'm positive you've already figured it out."

"I have, and it's funny how you think I care." You rested your head against your palm, leaning on your elbow.

That got Wang to pause, but only for a small moment. "I recall you telling me that you didn't deal with innocents."

"If she attended the ball last night, then she isn't all that innocent, is she?" She absolutely was, but the more you could get Wang to think otherwise, the more he would focus on you instead of her. Wang only hummed, and stared you down a moment longer before folding his hands on the table.

"The information, Ms. Lee." His voice was harder now, lower. The small talk was over. The waters had been tested. The pieces were in place.

The game had begun.

"And what information would you like? As I said on the phone, I have plenty, but not much of it requires your attention."

"And as I stated—"

"You'll be the judge of that, yes, yes, I remember." You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window. "Ask away."

Wang was silent. You people-watched as you waited for him to take his turn. There was a small advantage you had over him: he was probably playing seven mind games right now, and whatever happened here would effect most of them. You were only playing this game right now, so all your attention could stay focused here.

It was a very tense two minutes before he spoke again. "The information, Ms. Lee," he repeated.

You turned back to him and smiled ruefully. "And what information would you like?" You asked again. Normally, you could play this game all day, but it wasn't just your life at stake right now. "Specific questions get specific answers, Mr. Wang."

The man let out a sigh, as if he were indulging a young child. "The information on Bangtan, Ms. Lee. We had originally hired you to kill them, still none of them are dead. But surely in the past four months you've managed to do something of use."

Actually, no. You really haven't done anything. Had you not run into Jungkook your first night in Seoul, and had he not mentioned Namjoon's name, perhaps the past four months could have turned out differently.

But instead, in the past four months you've done next to nothing but have a panic attack nearly every day, get maybe two hours of sleep each night, and occasionally run into someone from your past. The only times you actually tried to do what you were hired for was the night you first met Park at the bar, and last night at the ball.

You have done nothing but bullshit your way through this job.

"I've learned a number of things," you told him, "does that count?" Wang only lifted an eyebrow at you, but it had no effect. He was far from intimidating, and you were far from impressed. You continued, "I've learned what the Southern Underground means when they say that the North is boring; I've learned that public transportation is much better here than it is in Busan; and I learned that I am pretty enough for Park Jimin to sleep with."

You have not slept with Park Jimin. You did not want to sleep with Park Jimin. A very large part of you still wanted to cut Park Jimin's dick off.

But if it was going to upset them to think that you did sleep with Park Jimin and that that was the reason he was still alive, then yeah, sure, you slept with Park Jimin. Best sex you've ever had, ate you out like a champ, his hips did not lie.

Wang stayed quiet, merely observing you. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. You expected him to be angry, sure, but there was an air of disappointment about him too. Like he had expected better from you and you had let him down. "So what you're telling me, Ms. Lee, is that we paid you an obscene amount of money—in full, in advance, in cash, just as you required—to kill several people, and you have spent the past four months whoring yourself out to them?"

The hand in your lap curled into a fist and you dug your nails into your palm. It was still sore from last night, but that helped. The pain was the only thing that kept you from reacting to his words.

You hated that word. You hated that word. There was a phantom stinging on your left side, right over your ribs, and your father's voice rang through your head again.

You wanted to be a whore that badly, Darling...

"Well maybe you shouldn't have lied to me." And this was where the bullshitting continued. Wang's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the accusation. He opened his mouth but you kept going. "I am a clever girl, Mr. Wang, and I did my research once I got the job. I'm not sure who is kidnapping women and children, but it's not Bangtan. They're far from saints, but they still have some decent morals."

Wang closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath in, slowly letting it out. You weren't sure if he was buying it or not, but you really hoped he was. "Enough." That single word set you on high alert. It could mean anything. This wasn't how the game usually went.

"Enough," he repeated, then looked over his shoulder at the man behind him. "Call my son, tell him the game is over." Wang stood, and you felt the one behind you stand with him. "Grab her, let's go." A hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me." You shoved the hand off and glared up at Wang. "I am not going anywhere."

"Let's not make a scene, Ms. L/N." You froze, eyes wide. "Please make this easy and come quietly."

L/N. They knew who you really were. How did they know? You had been going by Lee Anna for the last six years. This job was far more dangerous than you had ever thought.

You shoved the panic down, Jackson had taught you years ago that you can't panic in the middle of a job, not if you want to stay alive, box it up, shove it down, get the job done, you can break down once you get home.

I'll be there to help you when you do.

"If you didn't want me to make a scene, Mr. Wang, you would've chosen somewhere more private for us to meet." Like hell, would you ever go anywhere quietly. Besides, making a scene gave you several advantages.

Like chaos you could better escape in.

You grabbed your coffee and threw it at Wang, smirking in satisfaction at the cry he let out as the scalding liquid soaked into his suit. The man behind you grabbed your shoulder again, this time more firmly. Instead of pushing him off, you grabbed him by the wrist and stood, twisting his arm around as you moved. He cried out from the pain, his limb in an unnatural position. With your free hand, you  pulled the gun from your waistband and shot.

Blood splattered as he dropped and screams erupted from the other customers and employees. You turned and shot the other guard, the one that had sat behind Wang, and though it wasn't a fatal shot the man was still down for the count. You ran to the front, people moving out of the way of the crazy girl with the gun (several of them on their phone probably calling the police), and vaulted yourself over the counter.

You crashed into the back kitchen, calling out for Jin's date. She had followed most of your instructions and gone into the back after making your drink. You saw her pacing in fear by the back door, her phone clutched in her hand. "I told you to run if you heard gunshots!"

"I didn't want to run alone!" Okay, you couldn't really blame her for that. "This leads into the alley out back." You grabbed her hand and shoved her out the door.

"Stay in front of me, run as fast as you can, and whatever you do, do not let go of my hand." Her grip on you turned harsh as she did what you said and the two of you took off running through the alley. "I've got a car waiting two blocks over, but we need to get to it through the alleyways."

"Why?" She was already panting, which didn't bode well for either of you.

"Because we'll be easier targets if we run out on the street. That's probably where the rest of them were waiting." Wang was probably expecting you to run, but he had probably planned for you to run out the front instead of the back. They were bound to follow you, but they'd be behind you, which gave you a better chance of protecting her.

"Who even are they??"

"People who want my head and were willing to use you to get it." She turned to look at you over her shoulder, and you were satisfied at the fear in her eyes. Fear would keep her alert, and hopefully, alive. "Turn left."

You could hear footsteps coming. If you were alone you could just take them on, get it done and over with and leave their bodies as a message: This is what happens when you mess with me. But you couldn't risk anything happening to her, not because of you.

The alley you were running down lead to the street with no other turnoffs you could use. It was still too early in your escape for the two of you to be back out in the open. You risked a glance over your shoulder, trying to see if it was clear enough to turn back, but you didn't get a good look at the man in the distance before Coffee Girl gasped and stuttered to a halt. Your gaze shot forward once more and fell on a dark silhouette holding a gun.

You raised yours to shoot, acting on more on instinct than rationality, when you heard a familiar voice yell out "Joystick!" You recognized the codeword instantly: drop. You wrapped your arm around Coffee Girl's shoulders and forced her and yourself to the ground. Her string of mumbled "oh my god oh my god oh my god" was cut off by a scream as another gunshot sounded followed by a thud.

"Photocopy," Yoongi called to you, signaling that it was clear to get back up. He jogged over to help both of you up, though it quickly turned into you and him trying to help Coffee Girl. "I'd hoped you'd know those."

"Spent a week in Daegu," you told him, looking behind you at the dead body now laying in the alley.

"And you survived?"

"Barely."

"Yoongi?" Coffee Girl asked quietly, her voice shaking. You turned your attention back to her; she wasn't doing okay, not that you expected her to be. "You're involved in this too?" Yoongi gave her his bracket smile in response, but it did little to comfort her.

 "Where's the car?"

"Coming back around," Yoongi answered. "Once the gunshots started we needed to appear as though we were fleeing civilians. I jumped out to come find you and J-Hope took the wheel."

"J-Hope?"

"Hoseok."

Dread rushed through you. "Great, Hobi's driving."

"He really has gotten better."

"I call bullshit."

"What is going on?!" Coffee Girl yelled, catching your attention once more. You turned to face her fully and placed your hands on her shoulders, hoping to help ground her a bit.

"Hey," you said, your voice firm but gentle, "I know things are confusing and beyond scary right now, but you gotta keep it together for just a bit longer. We're going to keep you safe, and you're going to be okay, and soon you'll be back with Jin and you can ask him all sorts of questions. Okay?" She took a deep, albeit shaky breath, and nodded. You dropped one hand, then looked at Yoongi. "How much longer until Hobi pulls up?"

"A couple more minutes?" He sounded like he was guessing. "Traffic gets backed up when people start panicking—thanks for that, by the way."

"Remind me to apologize later." You let Coffee Girl go, both of you leaning against the brick. "How many people do we think are looking for us right now?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Can't be too many left, with how many we've alre—"

There was another gunshot, too close for comfort, and the brick next to your head burst in a small spray of rock. Coffee Girl screamed in your ear again, covering her head and dropping to the ground. You dropped with her, trying your best to cover her body with yours while Yoongi shot back. You heard the click of his weapon and a soft fuck.

"Trade me," you told him.

"Not a chance in hell," he protested, dropping into a crouch to trade out the magazine.

"Let me take care of this, Yoongi."

"No."

"Yoongi—"

"We aren't losing you again." That made you pause. In a way, you could understand what he was feeling. There was a big difference between then and now, though.

"I'm not sixteen anymore, Yoongi," you told him, "and beyond that, I've spent plenty of time surviving down south. I can take care of myself. She can't." He turned away, and you recognized the I don't like what you're telling me but I can't argue against it either look. "Get her out of here, and let me go."

He let out a deep breath. "Fine, but I expect you to be right behind us."

"Fine." You stood up to aim for the shooter, and to draw his attention, while Yoongi helped Coffee Girl up enough to get her on her feet so she could run. After a few seconds of not getting shot at, of not seeing anyone, and when you were sure the other two had a chance to get further away, you called out, "What, too scared to shoot?"

"Don't provoke them!" Yoongi hissed at you. You ignored him, taking careful steps backwards.

"Come on, don't be shy! I don't bite hard! And my aim isn't that great!"

"Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes, but turned to follow them, only speeding up when you heard thudding footsteps behind you. So they wouldn't shoot at you, but they'd chase you? That was definitely worth looking into later.

You were right behind Yoongi when you left the alley. The once kind-of-busy street had been essentially abandoned, the occasional car driving past replaced with several police cars; though surprisingly the roadway hadn't been blocked off from any potential oncoming traffic. Then a familiar black car shot past, and the three of you ran for it.

"Don't let her get away!"

Hobi skidded to a stop against the curb just ahead of you, Jungkook jumping out of the back before the car had fully stopped moving. He pulled the passenger door open then raced towards you. Yoongi pushed Coffee Girl forward, Jungkook catching her wrist and pulling her ahead, then pushed her into the front seat. Yoongi went to the side facing the street, flinging the car door open and throwing himself into the back. Jungkook opened the opposite back door, and held it open for you.

You heard the gunshot before you felt it. A hot, tearing pain ripped through your left side right as you dove for the opening. Jungkook jumped in after you, slamming the door as Hobi took off. Coffee Girl was in the passenger seat, probably in shock, and you were sandwiched between Yoongi and Jungkook.

You clutched at the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding, clenching your jaw against the pain. It was a lucky shot. You would need to deep clean your jacket again.

Hobi was focused on driving (and no, he had absolutely not gotten better in the last ten years, you definitely felt just as sick as you used to); Jungkook was leaning around the front seat, trying to talk to Jin's date; and Yoongi was on the phone. You wanted to pay attention to that, to stay focused on something, but the new wound was disturbing an old emotional scar.

You knew what was going to happen. Eventually one of them would notice you were injured, Yoongi would inform Jin, Jin would probably strap you to a medical table so he could take care of the new hole in your body, and then he would see the scar. And then he would tell Namjoon.

And Namjoon couldn't know about it.

Despite knowing better, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You needed to stay awake. You needed to stay alive. You needed to not be so damn tired.

You needed Jackson.

Your free hand patted around your jacket pockets, looking for your phone. You needed to call him back, and he definitely needed to know about the shot. You also knew it had been too long since you'd last talked with him, and with the new developments this job had, he needed to be in the loop.

He was also 100% going to get after you for getting injured and for not answering his calls and the sooner you contacted him the sooner he could get every bad word about you out and move on to the important things.

"Where's my phone?" you mumbled, feeling nothing but soft jacket as you continued searching. "What the fuck?" You definitely had it in the café, you had to check and make sure it was on silent so Jackson's calls wouldn't interrupt your meeting.

"You okay?" Yoongi asked, turning his phone receiver away. Jin was no doubt bombarding him with questions about how Coffee Girl was doing.

You tried taking a deep breath, then had to hide a pained grimace you were sure he picked up on. "I can't find my phone."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "And beyond that?" he prodded. You didn't look at him, and tried to make the hold you had on your side casual. "Y/N?"

"I smell blood?" Jungkook said, trying to wrap his large body around the front seat. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"N-no, no, I'm okay." Coffee Girl reminded you of when you were sixteen. You could vaguely remember having been pushed into a dark car, someone you cared about injured and resting in the back, the smell of blood.

"Jin, we have a second problem," Yoongi said into his phone, "and this one's worse. Seok-ah, step on it." Hobi somehow started driving faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut hoping to avoid getting motion sickness on top of what you were already dealing with.

"Y/N-ssi? Did you get hurt?" Jungkook turned his questions to you, and you could hear the same care and concern in his voice that he had in your apartment last night. Honestly, why did he care so much? The kid barely even knew you.

"I'm fine."

"That wasn't the question."

"Yoongi—"

"No, not this time, not when you're bleeding out in the back of my car. Jin, we'll see you at home. Try to keep Namjoon calm."

"Good luck with that," Hobi said, probably to himself, as he whipped the car around a corner. You grunted as the movement made you slide into Jungkook. You held onto your side tighter, trying to hold the wound and yourself together.

Namjoon couldn't know.

"Y/N-ssi, please, that's a lot of blood, let us help you."

"I'll be fine, just get me to the estate—"

"I'm working on it!" Hobi interrupted.

"—and then I'll get stitched up!"

"Would this help?" The quiet voice shocked you, and you turned to see Coffee Girl offering you a rumpled up piece of fabric. "With the bleeding? Your jacket looks a little..." She trailed off, looking for the right word but coming up empty. You didn't blame her.

You blinked at her for a moment. Slowly, your free hand reached out to take the fabric from her. It was her apron, you could see the coffee stains on it now. "Thanks," you told her quietly as you tucked the apron under your blood-stained jacket, wincing a little at the movement.

"Hyung, text Jin, tell him our ETA is five minutes," Hobi spoke up, taking what you recognized as the forever-long driveway back to the estate. If you thought about it, having such a long entrance; Hobi had probably hidden cameras and motion sensors in the trees that lined the road and kept a close eye on them. Any extra time to see that someone is coming could be the difference between life and death.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes again, trying to mentally prepare yourself to see Namjoon and to fight with Jin. This wasn't the first time you'd been shot, and you could take care of yourself just fine. You knew Jin would have a fully-stocked medical room somewhere in that building, you'd just need someone to point you in that direction and you'd manage on your own.

But Jin wouldn't go down without a serious fight - if at all - and Namjoon was probably losing his mind already. Getting him to stay away from you wouldn't be possible without help from some of the guys.

Really, why wouldn't they all just leave you alone? Why wouldn't everyone leave you alone? No more jobs, no more Jackson, no more past coming back to haunt you.

"Don't fucking fall asleep."

"Min Yoongi I swear to god—"

"You aren't in any state to make threats."

"I don't remember you two fighting like an old married couple," Hobi sighed. "You ready for the panic?"

"Kook, hold Namjoon back," Yoongi said.

"But—"

"Do it. We gotta get Y/N downstairs with as little interference as possible."

"She'll probably need to be carried in," Hobi added.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" You yelled. "And I can walk!"

"You probably shouldn't though," Jungkook said softly.

"And they are all waiting for us on the front steps," Hobi announced as he pulled up to the estate. You opened your eyes to look out the window. Namjoon had paced himself a little path in the snow, while Jin was endlessly tapping his foot. Jimin and Taehyung had apparently returned and were leaning against the front door. "Good luck to all of you."

"We aren't going to war, hyung."

"OH, yes you are." Hobi put the car in park and everyone but you and Coffee Girl started moving. Yoongi opened the door and climbed out of the car, Hobi and Jungkook following suit. Jin ran up to the passenger door, followed closely by Jimin, who looked a lot more concerned for Coffee Girl than he had seemed with you earlier that morning.

Namjoon tried lunging towards the car and tripped going down the stairs. Tae reached out to catch him before he could fully fall, then pulled him back and said something to him that Namjoon didn't like.

Jin opened the passenger door and immediately began bombarding Coffee Girl with questions. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt at all? I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry."

"Hyung, give her some space, let her get out," Jimin gently chided him, holding his suit jacket in his hand.

Jungkook caught your attention by holding his hand out to you. You looked back and forth between it and his face. You saw nothing but quiet determination and gentle earnestness. "You can trust us," he whispered, repeating his words from last night. You gritted your teeth, and held your side harder.

Namjoon couldn't know.

You glanced back at Jin and Jimin. Coffee Girl was now out of the car, with Jimin's jacket wrapped around her shoulders to help protect her from the cold. You could hear Jin telling her, "I'll be with you as soon as I can, I need to help Y/N, but this is Jimin, he's the one who drinks a lot but he'll take care of you."

"Hey! Don't slander my good name in front of her!"

"Y/N," Jungkook said again, "please." He held his hand closer to you, like that would make you more likely to take it. Jimin wrapped his arm around Coffee Girl and began leading her inside. Yoongi and Hobi had joined Tae in holding Namjoon back. Jin turned his sights on you and any sympathy in his voice vanished.

"Y/N, get out of the car, now."

You really didn't like being bossed around. "Jungkook asked me nicely."

"And you didn't move. My turn. Out. Now."

"You're not—"

"Not your friend right now," Jin interrupted you. "Right now, I'm a doctor trying to save your life and giving you the option of autonomy before I risk making the wound worse and pulling you out."

"You can't do that."

"Try me."

"Hyung, please, let me hand—"

"Three."

"Are you fucking serious Jin??"

"Two."

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"Hyung!"

"One!"

"Can't win the game if you're dead!" Taehyung's voice rang over all of your arguing, the line directed at you. "Is this really how you wanna go? Bleeding out in a car because of some cheap shot and refusing help from your friends?"

…

Well, when he put it that way, no, not really. You'd contemplated your death before, but a cheap shot in the side was never on the list. If and when you did go, you wanted it to be on your own terms.

Not something like this.

You met Jin's eyes, matching his ferocity. "Only you." Namjoon couldn't know.

"If that's what it takes," he yielded easily. "One of us will need to help you with the stairs though, you've lost a lot of blood."

"I haven't lost enough to lose coherence," you mumbled, finally taking Jungkook's outstretched hand. He helped pull you from the vehicle and caught you when you wobbled after standing. Jin turned and quickly made his way up the front steps and into the estate.

Namjoon still stood on the porch, being lightly held back by Hobi and Yoongi, all three of them watching you with concern (and in Yoongi's case, a bit of frustration). You looked away quickly, not wanting to chance making eye contact.

Jungkook helped you take a few steps, your breathing abruptly becoming shallow and labored from the movement. You clutched at your side and felt the stares boring more holes through your jacket. Jungkook paused after getting you up the first step. "Maybe I could carry you again?" he asked timidly. "It'll be faster, and maybe a bit less painless for you."

Maybe it was because you had just been shot, and you had already fought with two of your old friends, and you saved a poor innocent girl from possibly getting killed today. Maybe it was because you wanted to get out of Namjoon's sight as soon as possible, and you wanted Jin get things over with, and you wanted Taehyung's words to get our of your head. Maybe it was because you were tired, and you were in pain, and part of you had already given up. Maybe it was a complex combination of all of these things that made you say yes to Jungkook's offer to carry you for the second time in twenty-four hours.

He picked you up even more gently than he had last night, mindful of your wound, but that didn't stop the pain and discomfort from being put in a new position so quickly, nor from being bounced in his arms, even as he tried to keep you as steady as he could.

You won't admit that you curled into his large chest as you passed the three men still standing and staring at you, hoping to keep them from getting too close a look at you, to keep them from seeing you wince at Namjoon's soft, "Y/N…"

Jungkook carried you into the house and to the door that you assumed led down to the basement, and where Jin kept all his medical things. Going down the staircase was bumpy and Jungkook kept muttering "sorry, sorry, sorry," all the way down. You were relieved once you reached the bottom.

The basement was large, and gave off a more homey and lived-in vibe than the rest of the estate did. There was a section full of gym equipment, a couple large couches in front of a wall with a projector hanging on the ceiling above, and a few table games like pool and table tennis. Another wall had a full bar and an open pantry with stuffed with snacks, and some bookshelves lined with both books and what looked like DVD cases.

It was close to what you expected to see from a bunch of single men in their mid-to-late twenties.

Jin was in one of the rooms that branched off, and Jungkook took you there. It was basically a room taken straight out of a hospital with how many medical supplies Jin had stacked and organized in it, complete with an uncomfortable looking hospital bed that Jungkook gently placed you down on. You leaned back with a sigh of relief to finally be in a more horizontal position.

Jin had a tray of tools and supplies next to him, and he was getting the IV set up. "Upstairs, Kookie," he said, "go help keep Namjoon calm."

"But—"

"Now, Kook. I need to focus."

"Won't you need help though?" Jungkook asked in a last-ditch attempt to stay with you.

That got Jin to pause. He looked at you. "If I do need a second pair of hands, who do you want down here?"

You sighed again, but had an easy answer. "Yoongi." He was Jin's stand-in nurse back when Jin's medical room was the smaller bedroom in his apartment, and if Yoongi did see anything you knew he wouldn't snitch.

Jin nodded, then continued working. "Tell Yoongi to be on stand-by, now up you go." Jungkook rolled his eyes, but left, grumbling something about how even though he's the youngest he can still do things and help people.

"Keep this on." He clipped a sensor onto your middle finger and the screen next to the bed lit up with your vitals. "Okay, first we need to stop that bleeding, then I can insert the IV to start replacing it. I'm guessing you won't let me cut your jacket off you?" Your glare was the only response he received. He exhaled. "Then this is going to hurt."

"I'm already in pain, Jin." You dropped the apron and tugged your jacket off your arms, then rolled your shirt up to expose the injury. It was small, and wasn't complete through your torso. It looked more like a large bug had taken a bite out of you than it did a gunshot wound. The bleeding had started slowing, although it was still constant.

You hoped Jin was too occupied with it to notice your scar directly above it.

"Alright, so what I'll do is clean around it first, then—"

"This isn't my first time being shot, Jin," you told him, beyond exasperated at this point. "I know the process, let's just get it done please."

He didn't say anything back, probably just as done with you. You kept your eyes firmly on the ceiling, despite the brightness of the lights hurting them. Jin worked quickly, just as knowledgeable in the procedure, considering all the bullet wounds he's definitely worked on over the years.

"I don't know my blood type." you said as he tied the tourniquet around your arm.

Jin shrugged. "We're all different types, the seven of us, so I just have a large storage of O-neg. Make a fist." You complied, wincing slightly at the pinch of the needle going in. "Alright, let's get some pain killers in you, shall we?"

You didn't like the feeling of new liquids being forced into your veins, but you did welcome the quick relief they offered. That relief was short-lived, however, as your body started to relax a bit too much and your eyes started drooping.

"Did you sedate me?"

Jin wouldn't look at you. "Your body is going to need plenty of rest in order to fully recover."

"That is a bullshit answer and you know it."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I truly am, but you've fought just about everyone today, and I can't have you fighting me while I'm trying to take care of you." Your eyes stung from the betrayal he didn't understand.

Instead of responding, you closed your eyes fully and accepted it. It was another things being in Busan had taught you well: accepting things that were happening to you. You had fought as hard as you could, but in the end you weren't strong enough (you never were), so it was time to just accept the will of someone else. Jackson told you time and again that your life would be easier that way.

Your last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was remembering that you still hadn't called him back.

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