#this post is about me collapsing as soon as i got home from work

[facefullofsadness]

when succubus!winrina are summoned

g!p demon!jiminjeong x human!reader

smut, 2k wc

happy extremely belated birthday (like can I even classify this as a bday post anymore?) to the most annoying person I know @aliceiwk because she didn't wanna tell me her bday even though I was gonna find out eventually bc I was gonna post this ANYWAY. is late as FUCK (literally an entire month PLUS late omg) bc of school, travel, other reasons wtv, but that wasn't gonna stop me!!! soooo yes mwah mwah lub u enjoy ur jiminjeong threesome!!

when yizhuo and aeri had the bright idea of doing a silly little demon summoning session for funsies, you screamed at them in horror. what the actual fuck kind of idea is that? the two girlfriends' justification was simply for shits and giggles! I mean, that shit isn't real anyway, right? there's no ACTUAL fucking shot demons would come to haunt you guys if you tried conjuring em up!

somehow, someway, yall ended up in a circle with some candles, some salt, a shady looking book, and a dark ass room. being in the actual moment sent chills down your spine, the summer nights being quite cold to accompany such a stupid idea you and your friends were going through with. when your last minute effort to back out, stop, and instead watch horror movies to get their spooky fill failed, the two girls begin flipping pages of the book.

"what aboutttt demon of gluttony?" the small girl asks, pondering which demon to summon.

"there's not a lot of things to do with that," the taller girl replies, one arm propped up behind her girlfriend, checking her nails on the other hand.

"demon of wrath?"

"we've all got enough anger combined to need that one."

"demon of sloth!"

"fuck does that even mean?"

"ooohhhh!! y/n desperately needs this one, demon of lust."

"oh, perfect!"

"hey wait what is that supposed to mean?!" you butt in.

"now now, it's okay to badly want head! we're just helping you out!"

aeri raises her hands up and reaches out to pull you into the chair placed in the middle of a pentagram surrounded in candles. you put your face in your hands, shaking your head at the reality of what was currently happening.

"now just sit tight and soon enough you'll stop complaining about your celibacy!"

performing the ritual was goofier than you expected it to be. with the accompaniment of yizhuo's unserious reading of the spell, aeri's cackle everytime her girlfriend stuttered, and forgetting to pause the music, having txt's blue hour playing in the background, it was hard to take anything seriously. having to go through with the summoning ritual twice because the first time was so botched, thinking doing it again would make sure it "worked".

unsurprisingly, nothing happened. ning was disappointed, to which aeri had to kiss away her pout, but you were relieved because what the fuck would have possibly happened if it worked? you sent the girls home after making them clean the stupid ritual up, collapsing on your mattress and passing out.

in the dead of night, two figures emerge from the shadows, the darkness of your room enveloping the strangers. you're completely asleep, your peaceful breathing and spinning ceiling fan the only white noise to mask the echoey voices across the room.

"what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, I could ask the same question to you."

"why would I purposefully go somewhere you are?"

"it's simple, you're obsessed with me or something."

"not as obsessed as you are with me."

the shadowy figures huff in the darkness before staring back at your slumbering body.

one of them smirks and scoffs, "horny slut must've summoned both of us."

"how fascinating, I was worried it was gonna be a man again," the other figure tilts her head to the side, observing your sleeping face.

"ugh, one thing we can finally agree on, men aren't nearly as fun or tempting as women."

the being observing your face brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, "girls are just so delicious."

the two look at each other and exchange a sinister smile, almost agreeing to be civil through eye contact.

"then let's have our fun tonight yeah, winter?"

"only if you share, karina."

you were awoken to your body being thrown around, your back sinking into the mattress, wrists pinned on either side of you, eyes shooting open with a gasp, shaking you out of your sleep. foggy sight clearing and eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as two figures come into view, women (?), or as your mind would rationalize them to be.

two shadowy women with rustic obsidian horns growing through their skulls, dark tails swaying behind them, black leather-like wings spanning out from their backs, and dark red orbs emanating aura from their eyes. you're frozen into place, your eyes doing all the talking as they observe the figures pinning you down with their talon-like claws, skimpy leather outfits hugging the pale women's milky skin.

you want to scream, thrash, do something, but all you can do is stare at them, eyes darting back and forth between the dark-haired and blonde creatures.

"awww, look at her, such an innocent little thing," the blonde coos, her voice reverberating, almost as if she had a filter over it.

the dark haired girl replies, voice heavy with reverb and seduction, "but she's not, she needed to be fucked senseless by two of us, isn't that right?"

you're speechless, mouth opening to answer but no noise escaping. no way... was this a result of that stupid summoning ritual you guys did earlier that night? it... worked? BOTH TIMES???

"can't speak, can you? do humans not understand what consequences of your actions mean? didn't your people come up with that saying?" the darker one pouts, pulling back from your face to straddle one of your legs, knee slotting itself perfectly between your thighs.

the blonde one giggles, her sinister tone sending shivers down your spine, "fuck I cannot wait to consume you, you're extremely enticing."

somehow, you speak, voice heavy with confusion, fear, and exhaustion, "what the fuck are you?"

the two exchange a sly smirk, looking at each before turning back to you, "exactly what you asked for, demons of lust."

succubus, it had clicked in your head as you further observed their features, feeling their nails digging into your skin, the pain confirming you were in fact not dreaming.

"don't worry little one, we'll give you everything you want."

the blonde demon's tail wraps around both of your wrists, the dark-haired demon releasing you from her grip, letting the other pin your hands down and back above you. the blonde settles next to your head, her crotch emanating heat in front of your face. she takes a handful of your hair and grips the back of your head, pulling your face up and lowering herself to meet you, your scalp stinging in her hold.

"be a good fucking whore and let us do what we want with you, you'll enjoy every second of it."

she pushes your cheek against her crotch, her addicting scent filling your nose, feeling her hard appendage press against your face. meanwhile, the dark-haired girl between your thighs digs her knee against your core, whimpering at the pressure, having only worn panties and a t-shirt to bed.

the taller girl's cold hands grip your exposed thighs, digging her nails into your skin, making you hiss. she trails her hands under your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your waist and dragging her claws across your stomach. her hands are greedy, moving at a moderate pace but every touch is so intense and rough, knuckles now rubbing against your soaking underwear, friction brushing against your clit.

everything happens so fast as you swear you black out every few seconds the more their touches advance on your body. before you know it, you're choking on the demon called winter, the other succubus grinding her knee against your bare pussy being karina. you moan against the blonde's cock as she thrusts mercilessly into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure from the dark-haired girls needy hands on your hips forcing your body to roll against her knee with your panties pushed to the side, cunt leaking with your juices, making the movements slick, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"yeah little slut? like that big cock in your throat? can't speak huh? fucking whore," winter degrades above you, holding your head with both of her hands to control just how relentlessly she ruins your throat.

karina chuckles darkly below you, watching her pull away and lower her face to your pulsing core, "she is a whore, just look at how fucking wet this bitch is. she's practically a waterfall of cum."

through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you watch as karina's split tongue circled your hot clit, feeling its unforgiving movements dance across your aching slit as it flicks against your bud and hole simultaneously somehow. not that you question it, falling into an inevitable sub-space, your mind completely broken just as quickly as they had started fucking you.

you feel winter's member so deeply down your throat, it bulges in your neck, her rugged panting and breathing making the onslaught of your body worth it. all your noises are choked and silent however, karina's skillful mouth maneuvering your burning insides and throbbing outsides, the hums from her throat vibrating against your entire pussy. the sensation of winter's creamy cum flowing down your throat makes you roll your eyes back, not needing to swallow as her load slides down your esophagus easily.

"couldn't you be at least a little patient?" an annoyed karina pulls away from your pussy to complain, tugging your limp body up against her chest, winter's cock slipping from your swollen mouth.

the blonde's heavy breathing is accompanied by a reverberating chuckle as she responds, "don't be jealous, you get to taste the bitch's pussy, I should be the aggravated one."

the taller girl replies with a grunt, "fine, but I'm cumming in her cunt first."

"oh no, we're sharing that fucking hole," you feel the other succubus' body heat on your back, pressing her front against you, her still hard monster cock tapping against your ass.

"you are so fucking annoying," karina mumbles before pulling out her hard dick and slipping it between your folds, collecting your slick, pushing into your tight hole as you scream painfully at the intrusion.

she immediately sets an unforgiving pace, mercilessly pounding her throbbing member into your aching heat, holding you against her chest by your waist, your face in her shoulder as you sobbed in pain, the pleasure slowly creeping in. the girl behind you spits on her dick, spreading the saliva before forcing herself in you too, joining karina's relentless thrusting. tears flow from your eyes as bloodcurdling screams escape your already sore throat, the two demons' lengthy and girthy cocks tearing your tight cunt apart, drool leaking from your mouth as your brain abandons consciousness, completely broken and ruined from them fucking you.

winter pants against your ear as her hands sink into your hips, drilling you from behind, "you're gone now, aren't you doll? you've become our little cumslut to treat like a toy, haven't you?"

her words don't process in your fucked out head, nodding mindlessly to her question.

karina against you moans as your pussy squeezes around both of them, pushing in as winter pulls out, "taking us so well, little whore. that's right, be the good fucking slut you are and take it. take all of it."

they continue to absolutely annihilate your insides with their aggressive ramming, never stopping as they used your body like a sextoy, throwing you around like a ragdoll, pounding into you like you were just their property. the sound of wet skin slapping together and their loud, frustrated breathing filled your barely functioning auditory senses as you feel both of them stiffen against you, hot cum filling you, stuffing you full of their seed.

your lifeless body slumps against karina's front, winter holding you up as someone, unsure of who due to your barely conscious state, breathlessly comments against your ear, "we're far from finished, little one."

and they keep their word, not stopping the entire night, their split tongues working in tandem on each of your nipples, lapping at both of your holes as they seep pleasure, their cocks exploring every inch of your greedy orifices, letting you feel every bit of lust they harbor towards your mortal body. they fuck you until you break, until they ruin every part of you, until your begs and pleads grow silent, until time ceases to exist, the only thing in your sorry brain you can possibly process are karina and winter. and maybe when you're free, you'll thank aeri and yizhuo.

a/n: yeah their cocks probably have ridges and stuff but I didn't think about that while writing it, maybe next time <3 #welovemonstercock !!! can this even be classified as a short like this shit is long, oh whale

[astracora]

Cold Metal, Warm Sensation

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc, Caleb x gn!mc (Caleb POV)

Warnings: Spoilers for Caleb's story.

Word Count: 3363

Written: 18th February 2025

Notes: Established-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. Ok I finally got this done, amidst the pain... This is pre Caleb joins Polycule fully, but it's post Caleb stops trying to lock MC in a box. (Unless they ask nicely). Polycule understand the agony of not being able to touch your loved one, lucky (and unlucky) for Caleb.

Now Playing: I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne

Masterlist AO3

The first time his arm comes up, is after he says goodbye to you one morning. You have a mission with Xavier in the Fusion No-Hunt Area, so as you say goodbye to everyone, Caleb takes your right hand in his own.

It's become something of a routine for him, or a ritual, he thinks. He can't feel the metal of your prosthetic against his unfeeling right hand, but he can squeeze without worrying about hurting you. He looks down at your clasped hands, and watches as you squeeze back. Your other hand goes to his cheek and then you press a kiss to his skin.

It's fleeting, and quick, as you release and race off to follow Xavier. Yelling a final goodbye behind you, Mephisto follows on a gust of feathers.

He sits back at the kitchen counter, staring down at his hand, raising it to his cheek, and exhales a sigh.

No matter how much he touches you, it never seems to be enough. Like he is always missing something. An unending yearning or greed he can't sate properly. He can touch you with his left hand all he wants, but he still cannot stop feeling the loss of emptiness in his right like an eternal agony.

"You should let me take a look at it, if it bothers you that much tin-man." Sylus speaks from the side, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reads through some documents the twins have handed him.

Caleb is trying not to chafe around your polycule. He is, he tells himself. Even if he glares or huffs, faking smiles when you're around to not hurt you. They care about you, almost as much as he does, he supposes. So they'll do, for now. If nothing else than shields if things get bad.

If EVER want access to you, they can get through these four first.

Instead of responding to the N109's king, he turns away, grabs his coat and leaves.

He isn't their tool to experiment on. He's only ever a tool in your hands.

The second time it comes up is much later, he was injured in a fight, throwing himself in front of a Golem to protect you. Taking the things fist to his raised arm. He'd pushed through the pain, even as his arm was mangled in the process. Firing rounds into the thing's head.

As soon as it was felled, you'd pulled him to the side, furious and agitated. He'd laughed, "I'm fine." He promised, even as he felt the fever rising up through his body. His body failing him as the agony ripped through his system.

He vaguely remembers collapsing, hearing you call his name, and then talking to someone. When he wakes, he's back at your home. Their home. His home? In one of Sylus' rooms where he tinkers on Mephisto.

Spread out over the table, as the man works, humming along mostly in tune to a song Caleb has heard you singing to.

He feels like he's floating, and it's hard to speak, when his body feels so dreadfully heavy. The flash and heat of a soldering iron as parts are repaired, is familiar, though not comforting. Taking him back to cold lab walls, and agonising electrical storms through neurons.

It is one point of heat in his left hand, that tells him he's not there. Your head is on the table next to him, asleep as you grasp onto him like he'll disappear without your hand anchored to his.

Caleb thinks for a moment, that he probably hasn't given you reason to believe he wouldn't.

"They didn't stop crying until you stabilised." Zayne speaks as he enters the room. Mugs on a tray, as he places them down out of the way. "At least your recklessness hasn't changed, Caleb."

There's something quite disconcerting about the disapproval he sees in Zayne's cool eyes. There's a familiarity to it, one he's seen multiple times growing up, as the man had tended to wounds he'd gotten trying to impress or amuse you.

Climbing trees, jumping off a roof, trying to fly with his EVOL, standing up to bullies.

Any manner of reasons that had ended up with him with torn skin or bruises, that Zayne had then sat him down and tended to. Bandaged with careful, and far too steady hands for a child.

Zayne goes to hand him a mug, before realising he has no free hands, smiling softly down at you with warm eyes. Caleb feels his heart and chest twinge and twist. For all the ways he knows you better than he believes anyone else has, that he is the only safe harbour for you… he feels like he's banging up against the wall of realisation every day.

It feels like he's been sent out without coordinates for where his home base is. Waiting for you to walk away and leave him behind.

Not needing him, where he knows he still needs you.

Is he so easy to replace?

"You're thinking stupid things again, tin-man." Sylus speaks, pausing his work to reach over for his drink, and to tug Zayne down by his tie to place a kiss of thanks to his forehead, "Always staring like you're waiting for the doors to close in front of you. Loving someone isn't easy. It's a choice."

Caleb wants to snap, that he doesn't need lectures from a criminal, but truthfully what part of his hands aren't caked in blood that marks him one too. Battering against the realisation that every choice he has made, has made him someone you argue with, struggled with. That your heart is kinder than his is, because he only cares for you, and you care so much for so many.

Even though his heart aches, as he goes to pull his hand away from your tight grip, you stir. The three watch as you blink awake, one eye opening to look up at him. A sleepy, soft smile tugging scarred lips up into endearment, as you tighten your hand again. You exhale a 'morning', on an airy voice, and then nestle closer, "I'm glad you're ok Caleb."

He watches as your eyes close and your breathing evens out again, exhaustion clear in the lines on your face, but the strain softened by relief, and feels the deep urge to cry.

"Maybe you should give us a chance to help you. Instead of continuing to close doors on yourself." Zayne offers, indicating where Sylus has resumed his work, fixing Caleb's arm.

Despite himself… the man's work is clean, and careful.

He files it away to think about, but not now. When your hand is so warm in his.

The third time, is when he's watching Rafayel paint your prosthetic. Occasionally, you flinch under the brush, laughter spilling out. When he questions it, you smile at him, mismatched eyes twinkling. "It tickles."

He watches as the fish gets gleeful at this, dipping it back into the metal-safe paint and swirling it up and down your arm. Your laugh escapes you in a boom, and you pull away from him, "Raffy, stop!"

Xavier's head is jostled out of your lap, and you fling yourself forward, to take the brush from the man's hand, painting over his nose, then his cheeks, then his throat. When you're satisfied, you pull away and nod, "What a good piece of art I've created." Sticking your tongue out at him.

Rafayel pouts and pokes your nose in retaliation, taking his brush back to draw a heart and then a fish on your cheek, "But you've smudged my masterpiece." He indicates the smeared paint on your prosthetic.

Caleb has watched this routine several times, every now and then, you need to get the casing of your prosthetic properly cleaned, not just wiped down. When this happens, the 'decoration' Rafayel paints on, has to be replaced. You say this like it's of the utmost importance, and he doesn't really understand.

He would never have thought about decorating his own, hiding it away often, because that's easier. It's better. If he doesn't see it, maybe he doesn't have to think about it. Even if the abyss of sensation reminds him every moment.

Still, he has seen you look down at the finished paintings, turning your arm to smile at them, and the way your eyes soften.

So that day he asks why, why is it so important? While Xavier complains about being disturbed, and finds his way to Rafayel's lap, who uses one hand to brush through his hair, and the other to clean up the mess of your arm.

You look at Rafayel, then back at Caleb, reaching out with your left hand to brush strands of hair away from Xavier's eyes.

He watches the way you tilt your head, the way you flex your fingers, and then the way you turn to look back at him. Serious, and considerate. Like you'd never actually put it into words before, just felt it.

"I didn't like it originally, my arm. It was a reminder of failure, a reminder that I was different." The words ache in Caleb's chest, like a dagger through the heart. He wants to pull you into his arms, tell you you're perfect, but he watches how carefully you hold your arm for Rafayel's work and stills himself. "When Raffy first painted it, it looked pretty. I wanted to look at it." Caleb watches, as the fish takes your metal hand in his and places a kiss to the wrist, before resuming his work.

The brand has gotten softer over time. Less painful.

He doesn't grate and ache and burn, to watch them hold you. He's not sure when he changed so much.

"Over time it just became a routine, it made me like it more. Like my body more, to decorate it. Now I can look at it without the art and not hate it, but I still like to see Raffy's art on my body." You kiss the man in question's head.

"I have a good canvas, cutie."

Xavier nods against Rafayel's lap, "Pretty." is mumbled against his legs.

You look over at Caleb then, eyes bright, hopeful. Warm. He's always likened you to the sun, and every moment you grace him with your presence is a moment he's too lucky, too blessed and too spoiled. "I bet it'd be nice on yours too?"

He notices the fish's eyes flicker to him, sees the careful observation, and forces a laugh through a tight throat, "Maybe." Is all he can offer.

Because truly, wouldn't it be too good for him, to be given the right to love the thing that helped make him a monster.

The fourth time, he brings it up himself. He's watching the stars on the balcony, as Xavier and Sylus play a game of kitty cards they're both far too competitive with. As Zayne reads and Rafayel sketches.

You're in his arms, staring up at the sky, eyes flickering closed as you become more and more drowsy.

As Caleb looks at you, he reaches his right hand, to entwine your metal fingers with his own. Running his thumb over your hand, the ache deep in his bones to do it with his left hand so he can feel it.

He wants to feel it with both. He wants to hold you in both hands and feel complete again.

Instead of staring and willing himself to suddenly know the heat of your skin under his right hand again. Instead of seeing agony in your face when he's in pain, and that's the only time his right hand responds to the sensation of you.

His throat is tight, when he speaks, turning his head slightly to the others, "If you can fix it, then do it."

Caleb is not used to asking for help, or letting anyone see his weakness. He has always been told all through growing up to protect you, that you need him to be strong, that you need him to keep you safe. If he was weak, how could you ever want to rely on him?

He's had to learn through yelling matches, and doors closed in front of you. Through bitten off insults and frustration. Through you leaving and threatening not to come back. Through days of struggling to get himself to breathe, to see you again. To listen to what you were saying, before he could let you walk next to him.

Even if his heart still won't relax. Even if he still thinks about that maze he wants to build, that world just for the two of you.

He doesn't want to capture the butterfly and watch it die in his hands.

He thinks if that happened, he truly would hate himself.

When eyes turn to him, including yours, blinking in disbelief, he turns to face forwards. "If you can, anyway." His voice steady, he forces his heart to be stable, his emotions to stay level. Every part of him is trembling under the weight of being watched by people who see more than he wants them to.

"Sure tin-man. You can trust us." Comes the chuckle from the side.

"I'll get in touch with some specialists." Zayne adds, placing a bookmark in his page and leaving the balcony.

You turn in his arms, so you can sit facing him, hands releasing his, and moving up to hold his cheeks. He's sure there's a blush colouring his cheeks at the way you lean in, small smile twisting and press your lips to his forehead. "You can trust them." You affirm, nestling against his neck, when he finally wraps arms around you. A lump in his throat he fights back, "You can trust me."

He knows, above all other things in this world. Caleb knows he can trust you.

He always has.

He sits through testing, but instead of the kind of tests he'd faced with the Fleet and EVER, you are there. A warm familiar presence that reminds him he's not a lab rat. A weapon. A tool. He's Caleb, he always remembers he's Caleb when you're there.

He sits there while you talk to him, and he follows along with the specialists Zayne has called in, while Sylus and Xavier work on his arm.

Both far more adapted to technology than he'd have known.

It's a slow process, as they adapt and change his circuitry. He sits and he tries to be patient, gritting his teeth through when the pain is clawing, and tries to remember what he's aiming for.

It's always easier when you're holding his hand.

During the time he grows somewhat used to the more constant presence of the others.

Zayne seems to fall back into old habits, of taking care of his childhood friends, though you often now sit him down to make him tea, instead. It doesn't stop him asking questions, 'Are you alright', 'where does it hurt most', 'do you need anything?'. The guilt at how he'd reacted to Zayne on their reunion bites at him most when he sees real warm concern in the man's eyes.

He's been offered snacks by Xavier, while he sits through tests. While it had never crossed his mind to question the safety of them, it was odd being offered the kindness. He isn't sure when he last was.

Rafayel mostly pokes his head in to snipe at Sylus as he works, and occasionally comments on Caleb's 'really bad poker face', as he tries not to respond to the taunt. He always comes with some water though, shoving the glass into Caleb's available hand, and then leaving.

Sylus' idea of comfort is singing while he works, and Caleb often wants to remind the man that doesn't comfort anyone but himself. You sometimes join in though, and he bites back the retort. It's not that out of tune, anyway.

He finds himself face to face with a lot of things, he doesn't feel he has the capacity to process in these moments. Pushing them down to deal with when the agony isn't great, and he's tired after long days.

On the day they finally finish, he feels as though he wants to sleep for weeks afterwards. He's drained and worn and though the tests and the refittings had been nothing as bad as under EVER's hand, it is tiring nonetheless to be changed.

Despite himself, however, he is glad for the careful hands. Though he would never admit this too loud to them.

When Xavier and Sylus step back, putting tools down and do one last check over with the screen next to them. You sit nearby, your leg shaking up and down as you wait, none too patiently.

He's seen you like this before, excited, nervous and stressed. Waiting and waiting and waiting. All the energy built up, ready to be released.

He can't say he doesn't feel the same.

"Ready?"

He nods, but he cannot make himself speak. He's waiting for this moment for too long. When the electronic voice rings out with 'rebooting', he doesn't feel anything. No change, no adjustment, his arm doesn't feel any different.

There's a drop in his stomach, like he's waiting for the realisation that it's failed, that nothing can help, that he'll never feel like anything but a robotic tool for EVER again-

Then there's warmth, as a hand slides into his, squeezing.

His heart jumps, and his throat becomes impossibly tight. Eyes moving to where your hand is inside of his. He can feel the pressure, and as he goes to squeeze, he has to remind himself to be careful, because you're flesh and blood. Warm skin, soft and real against his metal.

You're familiar and you're warm and you're there.

And he can feel you. The weight and the reality.

You wrap your metal arm around him to pull him closer and he cannot release your hand no matter what, because he finally, finally, finally, feels you. Careful cool fingers wipe the tears spilling from his eyes, as you hold him, smiling against his cheek as you pull him as close as you can, as he hiccups.

When he finally releases your hand, it's only so he can run his fingers over every part of you, letting you adjust yourself onto his lap, so that he can run fingers through your hair, over your cheek, your nose, across your lips. When you part them, to exhale, the gust against his hand makes his shoulders jump.

So he places his hand around the back of your neck, and kisses you. Salted tears and gasping desperation, as he traverses metal over the column of your throat, absent through the air he's stealing out of your lungs. Over your arms, that steady yourself around him, over your ribs, feeling every dip and every roll, he squeezes at your thighs to feel the weight in his hands, and gasps. Pulling away only because he needs to, as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

You run fingers through the back of his hair, over his neck, as he tries to stop shaking. To stop shuddering at all the feeling of you in his arm, your skin against his hand. It's overwhelming and too much, and everything, but never enough. Like his brain could short circuit and he'd die in bliss.

Like he finally found everything he wanted again.

Like he feels whole.

He's acutely aware for the audience, as he sits overwhelmed on the table, so wrapped around you, he doesn't want to ever be two separate people again, and this time when he looks at his metal arm. Where his hand rests on your skin, where he can feel you alive and under his touch, where he sees the flesh give under his grip and can feel it once more.

Maybe he understands why you love to have yours painted.

Maybe he thinks about how he'll let Rafayel paint his own, if he wants.

Maybe he chokes out a thank you to the people he isn't sure he hates anymore.

Maybe you've led him back home once more.

[klwrites]

Little Talks- Ellie Williams x reader Prologue

Summary : y/n had run off from her home for her safety, which led her to run into the Miller brothers who decided she was trustworthy enough to come back with them. Plus they were straight curious about your situation. Reader is a scar btw. I started this awhile ago and posted it on ao3 when I came up with the plot. I forgot what that plot is some I’m posting what I had and I’ll try to remember from there ?

Looking into the eyes of the demons before me led me to a chilling certainty I’d never felt before. Was this sick, demonic body still someone’s home? Was there a soul left to mourn beneath the surface of its decaying flesh? One day would my flesh decay the same?

A deafening wail echoed from the demon before me as it collapsed. I felt an immense sense of relief, finally being yanked out of the relentless state of mind that followed me the second I left home. A gnarled hand extended towards me, revealing the face of an older man. His eyes scanned my face, and upon observation he stuck out his weapon threateningly, the sharp edge of his axe hovering just inches from my nose. Yet, in the midst of the fear, I couldn't help but notice the humanity left in his eyes, as if he reluctantly clung to the weapon, but burdened by its presence.

He stared at me longer, persisting his unwilling stance. I couldn’t help but let a tear fall from my eye, but that worked in my favor. The ruffed man surrendered the axe to his belt, mumbling how I was just a kid.

“Get up.”

His voice was a harsh echo of the other outsiders—gruff, authoritative, the kind that commands fields and flocks. I scrambled to my feet, urgency surging through me despite the throbbing pains throughout my body. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I whirled around to bolt in the opposite direction, until the man yelled again.

"M' not gonna hurt you. What're you doing all the way over here? I ain't seen your people out here before."

Truthfully, I didn't know where I was, or how far I had fled. Fear had been the only thing guiding me after I ran off. I wasn't sure what to say. Could I trust him? Was he still going to kill me?

"It's just me here," I stuttered, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Alone? Ya got any clue what's how many more of those things flood these forests?" he shot back, his voice laced with anger.

I gave him a blank stare, as most of me was still frozen in fear.

The man continued to fill the silence “I’m here with my crew to handle it, but that ain’t gone be all that easy…” he observed me, his eyes moving up and down.

“..:Forget it.” He sighed before turning the other way.

That was my first encounter with that man. My second one came soon enough when I realized what he was talking about. Demons had come to be everywhere, and I was not equipped to fight them. Injuries scattered all over me, so I resorted to taking cover. Unfortunately, it’s never that easy. I happened to pick the most rickety building I could’ve chosen. So when I finally found the perfect spot to rest, the floor beneath me gave out. Various wooden planks stabbed, hit, and bruised me.

After what felt like forever, he came back with a woman named Maria, and it turns out the man was her husband, Tommy. They mentioned having a nearby town they wanted to take me to. I agreed knowing if they wanted to kill me it wouldn’t matter, because I was already going to die here.

It’s now been a long time since everything changed for the better for me.

Next part

[buckgasms]

Ok I did a bit more thinking about this post

Naturally I got very carried away and added some romantic smut towards the end. Sorry not sorry. Enjoy ✨

So let's say your Witcher Bucky is invited to some fancy event at a palace, and you beg him to take you because you've never been anywhere like that before.

And even though he thinks those events are more trouble than they are worth, he can't resist the way your eyes shine and you squeeze at his arms as you playfully pout at him. So he relents.

You venture into town for a dress for the occasion, and whilst nothing really feels right you end up picking a dress that makes you feel good, matches your eyes and when you twirl a little it swishes around with you.

It takes a few days to travel there, but you are happy to spend time together. He tells you stories about places you come across, some are funny, others are a bit like something from a horror story. You definitely snuggle up closer to him each evening, worried about monsters finding you. But he keeps you safe, letting you press your body into his. He doesn't mind that at all.

A problem arises when he sees you in the dress. He is gobsmacked at how beautiful you look, and he has no interest in leaving the room for a stupid party when you look like that. He growls as his hands slide over the soft fabric, squeezing at your waist. You giggle and pull him in for a kiss, promising him that he can do what he likes with it after the party.

Once you get there, you both keep to the sidelines, watching all the fancy people gliding around the room, laughing loudly and making a show of who they know. Some people come up to Bucky with quiet respect, shaking his hand and complimenting your dress. They say things like, "he saved my life" or "I owe him everything for what he did for me..." When you are alone again you link your arm into his and pull him down to kiss his cheek. Pride swells in your chest as a faint pink tinges his skin.

I'm going to say something happens. Like a mini disaster. Maybe an uninvited guest arrives and starts threatening the other partygoers, or makes a threat to the royal family. Chaos descends and you get separated from him. It's just a clash of swords and blood and shouting that sends you fleeing to a dark corner, praying it all ends soon.

Married life is quiet and safe. This is not that.

When the madness ends you are discovered by Bucky, his face pale and full of worry.

"Are you hurt?" You both say breathlessly as he takes you in his arms. You say you're fine and he indicates no damage as he pulls you from your hiding place. But as you look at the carnage your legs stop working and you are frozen in place. You can't walk through that.

Without hesitation he lifts you into his arms and you bury your face into his neck, gripping his hair between your fingers as he paces out of the room. He's muttering how everything is ok and he has you, the sound making his chest vibrate, oddly soothing as you cling tighter.

Finally you are back in the room of the little inn you are staying in. You'd both like to go home but it's a two day ride and that's out of the question with the state you are in.

Moments after he sets you down you notice a cut on his arm and spring into panic/action mode. You fly around the room babbling apologies for making him carry you and hunt for your little pack of bandages and medicine.

It takes him grabbing your face and making you look at him to stop your panicked babbling.

"I'm ok sweetheart, it'll heal itself in no time..."

The softness of his voice immediately sends you into a flood of tears, collapsing into his chest, telling him how much you love him and how you don't know what you would do without him. He chuckles softly, stroking your hair and occasionally wiping away your tears.

When you calm down a little he sets you on the bed and pulls off his filthy clothes, tossing them in a corner before kicking off his boots. You kneel on the mattress and he comes to you, letting you help him remove his shirt, exposing his broad, hairy chest to your soft fingers. His hands reach for your body and he tuts.

"Your pretty dress is ruined"

You look down and see the marks and dirt on it before meeting his eyes.

"Take it off?" You ask and he obliges, pulling at the skirt until it glides over your head, leaving you almost bare in front of him. Having forgone a bra, as none of yours suited the dress, you are immediately exposed to him and his hungry eyes. You were worried about it this morning, but you didn't care now.

He pulls you in, cupping your cheeks and pressing soft but desperate kisses to your lips, travelling over your cheeks and throat. You return what you can, letting your hands explore him, sighing when he kisses those certain magic spots.

More clothes hit the floor before he nudges you backwards, slowing guiding you to lay on the mattress, his huge form towering above you.

He grips your ankle and pulls it up to his lips, before trailing along your shin and placing more kisses to your knees. He alternates before sucking gently at your soft thighs, peppering them with little marks of devotion. Your hands grip his hair, trying to guide him to where you want him most, and he obliges, although painfully slowly.

He pushes your thighs wide, holding them open with ease, still kissing the soft skin there, tantalising close to your folds until you groan his name.

"Please... Please do it..."

He chuckles, always enjoying your shyness at asking and he grins up at you.

"Ask me properly my love. Don't be shy..."

You groan and feel heat burn your body as his smile gets wider. More teasing kisses are given as he waits patiently for you to relent.

"Will you....can you....kiss me....here?"

You spread your legs a little wider as an offering and, taking pity on you, he relents. You tried your best and he's happy to help you work on that later. For now he dives in, kissing and sucking at your folds, his tongue expertly torturing you in the most perfect way. You cry out in relief as the pressure starts building, writhing under him as he spoils you.

He slips a finger in as he sucks hard on your clit, groaning at the way your body reacts to his actions. You whimper at the sensation, digging your fingers into the mattress. The coil in your belly tightens to breaking point as his fingers curl and his tongue flicks enough to send you over the edge.

As you catch your breath he continues his path, more kisses to your hips and stomach, making you giggle as it tickles. He lavishes attention on your breasts, sucking and nipping at your impossibly soft skin.

When he finally reaches your face you are a wreck. Eyes glassy with emotion, lips swollen from biting them and your hands gripping his face so tight he wonders if you are scared to let him go.

"I'm here darling. I'm here and I'll never let you go..."

You emit a little sob as you pull him to you, kissing him like you might die if you don't. You wriggle a little until you can feel his hard cock line up with your heat, still kissing him and holding him tight to keep you grounded.

He groans as you make contact, jolting a little as feels your wetness drag across his cock.

"Bucky please..."

He pulls away the slightest amount to allow him to sink into you before he's back, pressing the full weight of his body into yours. He's barely moving within you but you both pant and moan as he stretches you, the sensation enough to make you see stars.

"I love you"

Both of you whisper it, between kisses and bites and groans. His pace increases and your legs shake, tears slipping down your cheeks as he reminds you of who you belong to, and what he would do for you.

"I've got you baby, just let go..."

"No one's ever gonna hurt my girl, my wife...mine"

"Fuck...you feel what you do to me? You see how you make me crazy sweetheart...."

It all adds to the heady atmosphere and as he fucks you harder and deeper you feel the coil snap again, harder and longer than before.

He curses as your climax sets of his own, holding you still as he fills you up, kissing and praising you for taking him so well.

You curl up into his body after he collapses next to you, his arms scooping you in closer still and you swap lazy kisses and gentle strokes to his cheeks and chin.

You start to drift off, exhaustion finally settling over you but you whisper one more 'i love you' which he easily returns, and he starts counting down the seconds before he can take you back home...

[agentjazzy]

The Evil Dead Dashboard Simulator

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YES I got my girlfriend a pretty pretty necklace from a gumball machine and when she sees it she's going to give me so so many kisses :)

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man, fuck tourists, I was heading to my spot when a car came up and honked at us, all friendly like, so me and buddy waved bc there wasn't anyone else there, but then they YELLED at us???? we were just walking?? wtf did we even DO

#i hope the bridge collapses i hope they all DIE #vent

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unethical life pro tip: if you overhear your professor talking about their family cabin that they have, and they have open office hours posted, it's your RIGHT to go check that shit out

they're not gonna be there!! they have papers to grade and other shit to deal with!!! free cabin!!!

🌋 thehillsalsohaveanniceass 📛 Follow

op what are you going to do when you roll up and they're just sitting there

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lmao his ass is NOT going to be in that cabin 😂 he just got back from a vacation with his family or something (dipshit couldn't wait until break) he's supposed to be at his office and he does NOT have the vacation days to be leaving so soon

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fml my older brother asked if I wanted to tag along on a trip to a cabin and I said sure bc it beats staying at home w/ dad

BUT IT'S A COUPLE TRIP

HE'S BRINGING HIS COWORKER/GIRLFRIEND THAT HE DOESN'T SHUT UP ABOUT, HIS FRIEND IS BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND, WHYYYY DID THEY INVITE ME

#if i knew i would've said no 😭 #he didn't even invite his Actual best friend #which SUCKS bc then we could've fooled around when no one was paying attention #huh who said that 😳 #cheryl posting

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haters will hear you scurrying underneath the bowels of your home and freak out like HELLO where else am I supposed to scurry????

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you ever feel like people Immediately forget your name upon meeting you :(

#i might be too high but i don't think any of these people know my full name #i mean I'm Definitely high #and tried moonshine for the first time #but like. really feeling like an outsider rn

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it's so hard being the only chad amongst nerds, like, I GET IT, you're too much of a pussy to investigate the creepy fucking cellar, the LEAST you can do is let me listen to the tapes I found down there, they're cool as fuck

🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

okay and now they're all yelling at me bc a stupid tree broke a window right when the tape got good 😑

🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

fuck it, here's a recording of the tape, I hope none of you guys are cowards like all my friends apparently are, have fun bc I can't

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when someone plays your song you can feel that shit in your SOUL catch me coming towards you at 15mph awoken from my eternal slumber if I hear that first note fr

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my boyfriend spent $14 in quarters attempting to get a magnifying glass necklace from one of those gumball machine toy capsules at work bc he knows I LOVE mysteries and detective stories and I need to [redacted] him in the [redacted] right NOW 💖💖💖

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everyone's making out rn which is REAL inconvenient bc there is Absolutely Something Outside

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

should I check it out

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

there's no one online to tell me no so.....

📝 charcoalfingertips Follow

op you haven't posted in an hour are you okay???

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

I'm Irrevocably Changed Now 👍

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I'm just a silly goofy guy if I happened to have killed and maimed and bite and stab that's just who I am and how I show love ^_^

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coyotes are SO right, if youre trapped somewhere or someone grabs ya, just bite your limb off, no hesitation, show superiority, it's not like THEY'RE gonna do it

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whhy is there so muchh blood everywhere........

#help #i accidentally kept my mouthh open and blood got in it :((((( #my head hurts sso bad bookcases kept falling on me

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heehee i love crawling through pipes and electrical outlets

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I logged onto Tumblr and wtf why am I following so many people with deadite in their username? is it a reference? did I miss a meme? are we mishapocolypse-ing again?

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I think it might be a virus transmitted by bots but idk I'm too scared to interact

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okay I investigated to see if it was a bot swarm or people having fun SO

for the first cluster of blogs, all their IPs are logging from the same location, which usually means a lazy bot swarm BUT I went through all their archives and most of them, before changing urls, interacted with one another naturally and stuff, @-ing one another and junk, and they seem to know each other irl

so it's just friends having fun!! and then people joining in on the fun!! feel free to reblog without fear!

#they're all still posting original content so that's kinda a giveaway #even though it's all 'deadite'fied and all #i wonder if theyre doing an arg thing

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when men are SOAKED with blood 👌😍🥰😘💖🥰🥰💖😍👌😘😘😘💖💖😍

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You Will Be Dead By Dawn

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man, fuck tourists, I was heading to my spot when a car came up and honked at us, all friendly like, so me and buddy waved bc there wasn't anyone else there, but then they YELLED at us???? we were just walking?? wtf did we even DO

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hey you live near the state line right? can you check the news real quick

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uhhhhhhhhh

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BRIDGE IS GONE

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fml if any of you need me i'm going to lay down in the cold and let the forest take me

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if you were to break me down to my pure essence you would be left with pure, unfiltered evil

also grits

mmmmmm grits

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falling down the stairs is the most efficient way to go down them :)

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y'all ever open the window and AUGH OUGH UGH UGH UGH AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA THE AGONIES and then you adjust to the sunlight and you're fine

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE HELP ME

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[sevasey51]

I hope you are feeling better and get back to posting soon! ❤️

I would love a protective Connor fic maybe involving POTS🥺

Maybe a really busy day at work or maybe at home and has a day with a couple episodes.

Thank you and I hope you are okay💞

When the Body Says Stop

Summary: Y/N’s POTS symptoms flare up at work, and despite her best efforts to push through, her body can’t keep up. Connor and Will notice her struggling, and things take a turn when she collapses from SVT during a busy shift. Connor and Will rush her to the ER, where Ethan works on stabilizing her. Afterward, with her brothers and husband being incredibly protective, they take her home for a quiet, restful evening to help her reset.

It had been a long day at Chicago Med for Y/N, one of those days where everything seemed to be moving at lightning speed. Back-to-back surgeries, consults, and a steady stream of patients had kept her busy all day. Y/N hated showing signs of weakness, especially at work. She had learned early on to push through her POTS symptoms. Whether it was the dizziness, the fatigue, or the occasional heart palpitations, she had become an expert at hiding it, not wanting anyone to worry about her.

But today, the weight of the shift was catching up with her.

The first signs had been subtle—tiredness setting in faster than usual, a slight tremble in her hands, and a bit of dizziness when standing. She tried to power through it. After all, there was no time to be weak. There were surgeries to finish and patients who needed her. But as the hours ticked by, she felt her body starting to fail her. Her heart rate began to rise, and she could feel it skipping beats, a constant reminder that her body wasn’t keeping up.

Connor had noticed. He was in and out of the trauma bay, assisting with surgeries, but his eyes kept darting over to her. He knew when something was off. He had been married to her long enough to recognize the signs. She was trying to hide it—focusing on the task at hand, but he could see her swaying slightly when she moved and the pale color creeping into her cheeks. His heart clenched. She was pushing herself too hard again.

“Y/N,” Connor said softly as he approached her during a rare moment when she was alone in the hallway. “Hey, are you okay?”

She quickly masked her discomfort with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Connor. Just a little tired. I’ve got this.”

His eyes narrowed, but before he could say anything, Will walked by, noticing the concern on Connor’s face. Will’s protective instincts kicked in, and he stopped, glancing at Y/N.

“You sure, sis?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine, Will,” she repeated, but her voice wavered slightly. She could feel her heart rate accelerating.

Will wasn’t convinced. He looked at Connor, who exchanged a quick glance with him. They didn’t need words. They both knew what was happening.

“Alright,” Connor said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. Take a break, I’ll cover for you.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, she felt the room spin. The dizziness overtook her in an instant. Her vision blurred, and her breathing quickened. Her heart began to race, pounding against her chest with alarming force.

The world around her seemed to tilt, and she collapsed to the floor, her hand instinctively clutching her chest as her heart went into SVT.

“Y/N!” Connor and Will shouted at the same time, rushing to her side.

Y/N tried to focus, her breath coming in short gasps, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. The pain in her chest was too much, and the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.

“Stay with me,” Connor said firmly, kneeling next to her. His hands were gentle but urgent as he checked her pulse. “You’re gonna be okay, just breathe.”

Will was already calling for help, his voice sharp and commanding. “We need a crash cart! Get Dr. Choi, now!”

It wasn’t long before Ethan was by her side, quickly assessing the situation.

“Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” Ethan said, his voice steady as he worked quickly. “We’re going to get you back to normal. Just hold on.”

Connor and Will hovered anxiously, watching as Ethan worked. It was clear that they were both terrified, but they stayed focused, never leaving her side.

“SVT, 160 bpm. Administering adenosine,” Ethan said as he carefully worked on getting her heart back into rhythm. “Come on, Y/N, we’ve got you.”

The seconds felt like hours as the adenosine took effect, and slowly, her heart rate began to return to normal. The color slowly started to return to her face, and her breathing steadied.

Once she was stabilized, Ethan gave a nod. “She’s okay for now, but she needs to rest. We’ll monitor her for a while. Get her to the ER, and let’s make sure there’s no damage.”

Will and Connor both helped Y/N sit up, still hovering protectively. She looked at them, embarrassment flashing across her face.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Connor brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his expression softening. “Don’t apologize, Y/N. You should’ve said something earlier. You pushed yourself too hard.”

With careful hands, he helped her to the ER where Ethan would continue to monitor her. They could both tell she was exhausted—her body had reached its limit.

“Y/N, you need to take it easy,” Will said gently, helping her get settled into a bed. “This isn’t just about today. You’ve been pushing too hard for a while now.”

“I’m fine,” she protested weakly. “I’ll rest.”

“You’re not going anywhere until you’re fully recovered,” Connor said, his tone firm. He pulled up a chair beside her bed, taking her hand in his. “You’re not lifting a finger. Will and I are taking care of everything.”

Y/N gave a small smile at his protective nature. She knew he meant it. He’d always been there for her, but today, she realized just how much he truly cared.

After a few hours of rest and monitoring, Connor helped her get into his car. He had insisted on driving her home, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do much for herself.

Once they arrived home, he tucked her into bed with Charlie curled up beside her. He kept the lights low and the atmosphere peaceful, knowing that she needed a quiet environment to heal.

He sat by the bed, his hand resting gently on hers. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you, always.”

Y/N smiled weakly, feeling the weight of the day lifting from her shoulders. “Thank you. For taking care of me.”

Connor leaned down and kissed her forehead, his voice soft. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job to take care of you.”

With Connor by her side, the world seemed a little easier to navigate. And for the first time that day, Y/N finally felt like she could rest.

[imjustasimpxd]

My Angel (Part Two)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : around 5, 200 words

Warnings : Again, very angsty. Reiner feels guilty about what he’s done, reader is angry with him. Crying, mentions of heartbreak. Spoilers for season 4 part one.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

❗️Important Note❗️

There will in fact be a part three! While I was writing part two, it ended up becoming so long that I just decided to split it up. That’s why this chapter leaves off on a cliffhanger (and that’s also why it took me so long to post this one). But I thank you all for your patience. If anyone else wants to be tagged for part three then let me know in the comments! :)))

“Can I please ask where exactly we’re going?” Reiner questioned, his voice lacing with a hint of annoyance as Falco gripped his arm, anxiously pulling him towards the city’s back alleys.

“I told you it’s a surprise! A friend of yours wants to say hi before the show starts!” Falco explained, glancing backward at his superior with a cheerful smile as he continued to pull him in the opposite direction.

“Is that right?” Reiner spoke sarcastically, scoffing quietly to himself as he took in the boy’s words.

What was Falco really up to?

Surely the whole “a friend wants to say hi” explanation was made up; because Reiner Braun wasn’t exactly a man you would think of as having friends.

Sure, he was surrounded by people a lot of the time, and he even had allies with whom he got along pretty well with. But even so, Reiner knew he was nothing more than a comrade to them; nothing more than a vessel to wield the armored titan.

But that was okay, because they were nothing more than comrades to him.

With being born Eldian as well as being a warrior for Marley’s military force, Reiner Braun didn’t exactly have the time, luxury, or frankly, the mental strength to seek out any social interactions beyond strictly work-related ones.

Well, at least, not anymore.

He made that mistake once, and in doing so, it cost him the demolition of a poor woman’s heart; as well as his own.

In fear that opening up to another person again might cause that beating vessel in his chest to truly see itself past repair, Reiner Braun had decided to close himself off from others, refusing to repeat those tragic events of his past.

So, with that in mind, who exactly was this “person” that Falco was happily dragging him by the arm to see?

It couldn’t have been anyone he was genuinely close with; there wasn’t anyone like that for him, not anymore at least. Any authentic connections he once had with people were now severed, collapsed by the calamity he caused back on that forsaken island.

So who on earth was he being forced to see?

“It’s just in here!” Falco said excitedly, his finger pointing toward a wooden door as they rounded the corner; one that lead to a basement stationed under an older apartment complex.

From the outside, the place looked dim and run down, its location secluded to a quiet and unfrequented street.

The very sight had Reiner scratching his head in confusion. Of all places, why here? Why pick such an isolated area to meet with him? Not only that, but why would this person send a naive little boy to escort him to this place instead of just contacting Reiner directly?

Was this a trap he was walking into?

Should he leave?

Like a flame set to brush, panic began spreading through Reiner’s veins. His free hand was gripped into a strained fist and his eyes darted in all directions, watching out for any surprise attacks.

If this really was a trap, if someone was anticipating charging at him, then he’d be ready for it.

Suddenly, the wooden door opened. Loud groans from the beat-down hinges filled the air, followed by the sound of footsteps; footsteps that belonged to a dark, hooded figure.

Reiner’s eyes widened at the scene before him, an eerie feeling twisting in his stomach as he watched the mysterious person walk out the door; heading in his direction.

Whoever it was, he thought about fighting them off, even going as far as raising both his hands in the air to assume a defensive stance.

However, that’s when he caught a glimpse of Falco next to him. The little boy had started to head towards the figure, almost as if he was acquainted with the human; if it even was human.

“Falco wait!” Reiner quickly followed in the boy’s footsteps, gripping his arm before he could walk any closer to the person. “We should leave.” He suggested, anxiously tugging on the boy’s limb in hopes to urge him back in the opposite direction.

“It’s okay Mr. Braun,” Falco smiled, quick to reassure his superior. “This is where he said to meet him.”

Who’s he? Was it that person lurking around with the cloak draped across their face? Or was there someone inside as well?

Reiner didn’t have any answers, nor did he have a definite resolve on how to react in this situation. Should he trust Falco’s judgment and allow this “meetup” to happen? Or should he grab the boy and run while he still had the chance?

The latter seemed like the best option, especially considering the fact that Falco was just a child, and therefore could’ve easily been manipulated into something dangerous.

He wanted to trust Falco’s words, but it was too risky. If something happened, the boy’s blood would be on Reiner’s hands; and he couldn’t bear the weight of any more sorrow, or any more guilt.

“We’re leaving, Falco!” Reiner insisted, readjusting his grip on the boy’s arm to forcefully pull him away from the situation.

Although, just as he’d turned around to take those first few steps, he heard something that made his body freeze, and his heart clench.

“If you’re done arguing you can go on ahead. He’s waiting for you inside.”

That voice. Reiner knew that voice.

It was the same one he used to hear nagging at him to wake up in the early mornings. The same voice that used to comfort him whenever he was feeling disheartened.

It was… the same voice he never thought he’d have the pleasure of hearing ever again…

All he received was one simple sentence, but that was all the verification he needed. There was no doubt in his mind, the voice he heard: belonged to you.

“Y/n?!” His body immediately turned around to face the hooded figure. His eyes then squinted, trying to see more than just the gentle silhouette of a pair of lips and a jawline that was exposed by the moonlight’s glow.

The figure froze at his words, saying nothing in response; almost as if they didn’t anticipate being recognized.

“Y/n, is that you?” Reiner asked again, hoping to earn a response this time.

However, there was none; at least, not a verbal one.

All he gained was a sudden flinch that occurred once he spoke that name a second time, followed by the subtle shaking of fingertips that poked out from the sleeves of the cloak.

You must’ve been scared, embarrassed; perhaps even both.

And who would blame you for it? The last time you saw him he had slaughtered more than half of your comrades. Who knows what he’s capable of now after four years have passed?

“Falco?” Reiner finally broke the silence, glancing down at the boy he was still holding on to. “Why don’t you go on inside, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

However, before the boy could open his mouth to speak, he was quickly interrupted. “There’s no reason for him to leave! I’m not staying to chat.” A stern voice echoed past the cloak covering your face, but that didn’t phase Reiner.

He knew it was you from the moment that first syllable left your lips, even more so now that you’d spoken a second time.

Your tone was serious, added with a hint of aggression in order to scare him off, but he wouldn’t be turned away by that. Not when this was the chance he’d been silently praying for ever since he left that island four years ago. The chance to finally see you once again, even for just a moment.

Now that this chance was finally here, standing in front of him, there was no way he’d let it slip away; regardless of the tone you used with him.

“Just a few minutes?!” He insisted, taking a few steps forward in case you were preparing to run away. “Please?” He asked in a much quieter tone, his eyes practically begging for you to give in, to grant him even the smallest portion of your time.

Even after all these years he still knew how to persuade you, didn’t he? He must’ve, otherwise, your mouth would’ve never opened to let out a frustrated “Five minutes and that’s it!”

Reiner’s shoulders quickly relaxed at your words. His head then turned towards Falco subsequently, giving him a quick nod of his head: which apparently was his signal to “get going.”

Falco’s gaze switched between Reiner and the person he was apparently dying to speak to. The boy was unsure of what was going on, or who that unidentified person even was, but nevertheless, Falco knew better than to argue with his superior; so he’d comply with the orders given to him.

“S-sure…I’ll just, be inside then…” Falco spoke hesitantly, slowly backing away to walk toward the wooden door. He stopped momentarily after placing his fingers on the handle, almost as if he was waiting for Reiner to change his mind. But after receiving no signs of a change of heart, Falco reluctantly opened the door and stepped inside; closing it behind him.

The moment that wooden door shut, an unpleasant silence filled the air. Instead of partaking in the “conversation” you were supposed to have, the two of you just stood in silence.

You didn’t dare speak up. Reiner was the one who made you stay after all, if anyone should be the first to start this conversation it was him.

Your eyes were fixated on him with a calloused glare, your lips refusing to part even the slightest bit.

Reiner on the other hand, wore an expression more timid and anxious than yours.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, fingers fidgeting with each other as he contemplated the best way to start this conversation.

“I uh…” He tried to speak, but the words fumbled in his mouth, leaving just as quickly as they came.

It’s ironic, just a moment ago he was begging for you to stay so that he could have the chance to talk to you, but now that his chance had finally arrived, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

As he stood there, overanalyzing a potential response, he noticed the way you scoffed, clearly annoyed at his delay in response.

You were growing impatient with him, and if he didn’t take the opportunity to speak with you now, you’d most likely never allow him another chance to waste your time again.

So, after what had seemed like hours of silence, when in reality was more like 1 minute, Reiner finally spoke up.

“Can you take off the hood?”

Your eyes quickly narrowed in confusion at his odd request. Out of everything he could’ve asked, everything he could’ve apologized for, this is the first thing he says?

“Why?” You questioned, still unsure of his intentions on the matter.

“I just…” He began, but his words quickly started to fade out, almost as if he felt unworthy to be asking in the first place.

Nevertheless, you were persistent.

“You just what?!” You snapped, frustrated at his apparent dedication to withhold information from you; a recurring dedication at that.

“I just…” he inhaled shakily before speaking, “I want to see your face.”

You paused at his words, taking a moment to process what he’d just said. After expecting something pitiful, or perhaps even bitter coming from him, it was quite a shock to receive this: a fairly tender request.

He wanted to see your face? Why? What difference would that make?

It’d be the same one he saw four years ago, nothing’s changed; at least, not to you.

Despite asking for something which would require him to look upwards, Reiner kept his eyes glued to the ground, as if he felt undeserving to see you again. It wasn’t until he heard the heavy sigh that jerked past your lips, along with the quiet “fine” you gave in response to his request that made him finally look up.

As his gaze lifted, watching you pull that gloomy hood off your head, Reiner was met with a flashback of memories.

It all reappeared in an instant: the sound of your adorable laugh, the way your hair looked when the sun glistened across it, even the small little habits he’d discovered about you as time went by; they were all coming back, recollecting in his mind clearer than if it all happened a day ago.

Reminding him, painfully, of a time when things were simpler, when he was happier, and, most regretfully, a time when he had you.

Pulling off that hood allowed him to finally lay eyes upon a face he hadn’t seen in ages. A face he used to watch soundly sleeping next to him at night, placing gentle kisses all over when no one was around.

It was the same face he used to stare at in fascination; taken back by the beautiful way your lips would curve upwards into a smile, or even the way your eyes radiated the most alluring shade of color when the sun shone across your skin.

That face was one he had desperately longed to observe once more for the entirety of four long years, and coincidentally, it was the same face that now stared him down with an irritated glare.

Absent was the sparkle your eyes once held for the man standing before you, and gone was the loving countenance you were never hesitant to grant him.

Now your face lay still, your features refusing to move even the smallest bit in case it were to form some sort of pleasant expression towards him accidentally.

Who was this woman?

If not for the fact that he had easily identified her face, Reiner wouldn’t have recognized her.

Where was the kind and loving woman he fell in love with? Was she not the one standing before him now?

No, this woman was different. This one seemed to hold an inkling of abhorrence towards him, easily provoked by just his presence alone.

Was this… the product of his own making?

Was this… what he’d turned you into?

As if he wasn’t tormented enough by his decision, now he was witnessing the consequences of his actions unfold before his very eyes.

“How.. how are you here?” Reiner stuttered, still in shock over the fact that you were actually standing there; that for whatever reason, his prayers to see you again had finally been answered.

“I’m only here in service of a friend; nothing else.”

Your response was so vague, so cold; nothing like the endearing way you used to speak to him.

“Which friend?”

“It doesn’t matter,” You replied forbiddingly. Your tone sounded so distant, so unfriendly towards him.

To think, the last time he heard your voice, it had told him “Goodnight, I love you.” But now that voice was harsh as it spoke, probably regretful of saying those very words after waking up to find out he’d abandoned you that next morning.

The difference in your tone was beginning to eat away at Reiner, straining that beating vessel in his chest more and more with each look of your indignant expression. As if you’d just picked up a shovel and started digging, deepening his guilt further than it already was; if that was even possible.

“Your minutes are up by the way, and I have to leave.” You suddenly spoke, hoping your statement was bleak enough to end the conversation, meaning you could finally leave; finally be free of him.

“Wait!” Just before you could escape, Reiner quickly reached forward and grabbed your wrist, clinging to it as if his life was hinging on it. “Wait please, don’t leave…”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

He deserved that. Honestly, he deserved more than that.

Call him whatever names you could think of, and he would let you, he’d allow every single one of them, no matter how excruciating, because he knew they were true; because deep down he knew he deserved them.

“I’m not interested in what you have to say, Reiner.” Your words were like knives to his heart, causing the already aching organ to shudder yet again. “Whatever it is you should’ve said it four years ago.”

Was that true?

If he really did explain it to you before he left, would things be different now? Would you have understood his situation? Understood why he had to do it?

Why he had to leave?

“Please,” he implored, desperately maintaining that grip on your wrist. “Please, just let me explain it to you.”

It was pathetic, how he was begging like this, pleading for you to stay and hear him out as if he wasn’t the one that left you in the first place.

“Nothing you say will change what happened.”

He knew that was true, but in spite of that, he still refused to let you go again without telling you, without apologizing at the very least.

“I know,” he admitted, a glossy haze shimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. “But please, I want you to know the truth.”

A part of you wanted to leave, to deny him any further chances to cause you more pain with an explanation. However, another part of you wanted an apology. You wanted to hear his side of the story; to hear whatever excuse he had for abandoning you. No matter how twisted, or pitiful, his reasoning was, you couldn’t deny you had questions you wanted him to answer.

“Fine then. Tell me.” You quickly adjusted your posture, staring at him with your eyebrows raised; a gesture he remembered you only used when you were serious about something.

“Why did you betray us?”

Here it was, the moment he had been waiting for since this conflict arose: his chance to finally be understood, to be seen as more than just the traitor he was made out to be.

“I was given orders,” he started, retracting his hand from your wrist now that you’d clearly abandoned the option to run. “I had no choice but to follow them.”

“And what were your orders?” Your voice sounded heavy, almost as if it was hurting to bring all this back up again; like a wound that was still fresh, still desperately trying to heal itself.

Reiner’s mouth remained shut, his head lowering as he closed his eyes, not wanting to answer your question. He knew he’d be made to look like the villain no matter what he said, no matter which way he worded it.

Did that mean he really was the villain?

In your eyes, maybe.

Perhaps you’d never accept his side of the story, never be able to see past the wretched sins he’d carried out. But regardless, even if he never got the forgiveness he so desperately wanted from you, he couldn’t hide from the truth any longer. It was time to embrace it, all of it.

“They told us to sneak in and make allies first, that way we had the people’s trust and no one would suspect us.” He sighed, his eyes refusing to look up at you in fear of the face you’d make upon hearing his confession. “Once the time came, we were ordered to steal the founding titan by whatever means necessary. And if anyone tried to stop us, we had permission to silence them, using whatever tactics we deemed fit.”

Reiner’s heart felt tight as he let those words out, his shame growing stronger now that he was remembering it all, remembering what he’d done.

How did things end up like this?

He was just trying to do what he was trained to do: save the world from ruin; that’s all. But here he was now, that mission an embarrassing failure as he reminisced on his actions; the same actions that caused such sorrow for so many people, including himself.

And as if things weren’t bad enough, as if Reiner wasn’t feeling guilty already, he heard a sudden change in your breathing that could only mean one thing: you were beginning to cry.

“No, wait!” His head quickly lifted to look at you, instantly regretting it as your distressed face came into view. “Please, don’t cry.” He begged, using his thumb to wipe away the liquid collecting on your skin; which you surprisingly allowed him to do without putting up a fight.

“Don’t cry, okay? Not for me.” He demanded, despite his own eyes welling up with tears as well.

He just couldn’t bear it, knowing he was hurting you yet again.

It was almost as if nothing had changed, even after all those years. As if he was reliving those horrors of his past once more, reliving that anguish he saw imprinted across your visage when you found out he was the armored titan; the same armored titan that had killed so many of your friends.

You didn’t understand it, even now.

Was the man who used to dote on you really the same person as the one who carried out such violence and hatred against your people?

How could that be true? How could he have done such a thing, committed such betrayal against the woman he loved?

What changed? Was it something you did?

Or perhaps a more gut-wrenching explanation: he never loved you to begin with. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for him to give you up, maybe, this was his plan all along.

“What else?” You asked, your voice trembling in the process.

Reiner’s face quickly scrunched in confusion, unsure of what you were getting at. “What do you mean?”

“Were those your only orders?” Tears quickly began trickling down your face faster than Reiner could stop, your gaze looking more despondent than ever. “Was there really not anything else?” Your lips parted to let out a stinging sob, one that seemed like it’d been held in for too long.

It was obvious you were waiting for some sort of answer from him, and every second he delayed with a response was only tormenting you further.

But, even so, it didn’t change the fact that Reiner didn’t understand what you were asking of him; or what you wanted to hear so badly.

Your eyes stared at him in sorrow, more tears absorbing into your skin before you asked your question one last time; phrasing it differently now.

“Was falling in love with me a part of your mission too? Was I just another means to accomplish your end goal?”

Reiner’s heart convulsed at your words, his mouth agape to let out a pained gasp.

Did he just hear that right?

A tool?! Is that really what you thought? Is that really all you assumed you were worth to him?

As if you could ever be such a thing.

Granted, he understood how you may have assumed that, given the matter of his betrayal and all. But, despite that, he never expected such an absurd accusation.

There was a wide range of names you could’ve called him: a traitor, a liar, a monster; anything, and he would’ve accepted it; He would’ve owned up to it.

But this: questioning whether or not his affection towards you was genuine; that was one accusation he’d never admit to.

You were never a tool, you weren’t even a part of his plan to begin with. Falling in love with a woman of Paradis wasn’t exactly one of the orders he received when he was assigned to that mission. In fact, getting involved with you went against the sole purpose of him being there; the sole purpose of his assignment.

He was sent there to exterminate the Eldian race, to wipe out every last one of those despicable beings so that the world could finally be safe.

Falling in love wasn’t an order laid out in his job description at all, much less with a woman of Paradis. And yet, he did.

Reiner was a strategic man, he wasn’t one to easily abandon orders, no matter how difficult they may be. That in itself should’ve been enough to prove his affection toward you; because he never would’ve done such a thing had he not felt it was worth it, had he not felt you were worth it.

Nevertheless, here you were, teeth gritted in frustration as you impatiently awaited his answer.

Your face spoke only of torment, and it pained Reiner to have to witness it. The way your eyes were slanting together in an unsuccessful attempt to subdue your tears, your fingers curling into fists to help better contain your irritation, all of it was a clear sign of the repercussions his decision to abandon the woman he loved had caused.

It was just like the last time, you were falling to pieces over him once more, and Reiner couldn’t stand the sight of it.

Your gentle cries may not have been as loud and mournful as they were four years ago, but it didn’t matter; the fact that you were even crying in the first place was enough to make that twisting sensation return to his stomach; possibly becoming permanent at this rate.

Reiner stretched his arm out to grasp your hand, hoping to console you, however, you quickly backed away, refusing to let him touch you.

“I don’t want your pity!” you spat, your fragile body trembling from both the anger and suffering fueling inside. “I just want the truth! Did you ever love me?”

Was that even a question?

Yes, he was fully aware that it would’ve been hard to believe the authenticity of someone who’d abandoned you; someone who so easily decided to turn against you, as if doing so didn’t phase them in the slightest.

But regardless, ignoring the heinous crimes he’d committed, did you still believe he never loved you?

Were his actions before this messy conflict never enough to convince you of his sentiments?

What about all the times he’d hold you in his arms, whispering to you about how happy you made him feel? Did you really not believe any of that? Was he pouring out his heart’s inner-most secrets for nothing?

Or what about the times he’d surprise you with food, despite rations being low? He almost got caught stealing food for you so many times; which was unwise of him considering the fact that it could’ve possibly had him kicked out of the survey corps: meaning his whole plan to infiltrate the military would’ve gone up in flames.

Or, perhaps how he’d always try to keep an eye on you during missions, making sure you never encountered something too dangerous for you to handle. You always complained that he was being too paranoid, but it was only because, unlike you, he was aware of the kind of power titans held; the kind of pain they could’ve, he could’ve, inflicted upon a tiny human being.

All he ever wanted was to protect you, to do what was best for you. Did you really never realize that?

Even after he made Annie and Bertholdt promise not to lay a hand on you during their countless fights with the survey corps, even after all the times he put your saftey before his own mission, was it still never enough?

Even when he left you behind, did you really never consider the fact that he could’ve been doing it because he thought it’s what’s best for you?

You would’ve never been safe with someone like him, so he spared you from that danger by leaving.

Even though he caused you much pain by doing so, did you still never put that together?

“I understand if you don’t believe me when I say this,” Reiner began, “But I never stopped loving you.”

Even before any words left your lips, the doubtful look stringing along your face was enough to tell Reiner that you didn’t believe him; or were highly skeptical at the very least.

“If that’s true, then why wasn’t that enough for you to stay?”

He’d asked himself the same question so many times before. Why didn’t he just give up on his mission and stay with you? It’s not like he wouldn’t have preferred that option in comparison to the one he chose.

Why didn’t he just let the Marleyans presume him dead, forgetting his life in Marley and starting a new one with you on Paradis?

He wanted to, he considered it even. But there was one factor he was forgetting that made all the difference; one tiny reminder that convinced him to abandon that option in the end: you deserved better.

If he stayed behind like you would’ve wanted him to, like he would’ve wanted to, then he would’ve been living a lie; deception would’ve been rooted at the heart of your relationship.

He would’ve never been able to fully open up to you because doing so would mean he told you the truth about his past, about where he’s from and why he came here in the first place. He’d have to fabricate every detail about his life up until this point; tricking you into believing he was born inside the walls just like you. He’d need to have an excuse for everything: why his parents weren’t around, where he was born, what his home life was like, everything.

Nothing about his life would be real anymore, from the moment he’d wake up, to the second he drifted off to sleep at night, he’d be living a lie.

Every time he’d look at your innocent expression he’d be reminded of the secrets he was keeping from you, the lies he was tricking you with; and he couldn’t live like that. He refused to live like that.

“Staying would’ve only put you in danger, so I left, taking the danger with me.”

“I see.” Your voice was strained, as if you were having trouble processing everything. The shock from seeing him again so unexpectedly still hadn’t exactly worn off yet, and with the addition of all this new information piled on top, you didn’t necessarily know what to say; or how to react.

So, instead, you remained silent, hoping some ideas might materialize inside your head as you waited.

However, you weren’t kept waiting for long because Reiner quickly took an initiative to speak once again, asking something that left you stunned,

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Your head quickly flung upwards to look at him, contemplating whether or not you heard him right.

“What??” You asked, aghastly, desperately hoping you misheard his question.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He repeated, unfortunately proving that your ears were working just fine, and that you did in fact hear him correctly the first time.

He only meant it as a farewell, nothing more.

He knew this might very well be the last time he ever saw you again, so, with that in mind, he wanted to leave you with something pleasant to remember him by.

He had every intention of letting you go, he’d walk away and you’d never have to see him again afterward.

Just one last memory with you, that’s all he wanted. One last moment to reminisce on the merriment of his past before he let you go for good.

That’s what he wanted at least, but, when you finally uttered a response, he realized it might’ve been too much to ask for.

“I’m with someone else now, Reiner.”

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Twisted Deception - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Betrayal and manipulation were always a constant in your life. Leading your family’s legacy as a mafia boss is not an easy task and most of the times can lead to losing the ones you love most. You’ve always kept away from love, but even is this dark and unforgiving world it finds you. But it also breaks you.

Pairing: mafia boss Mingyu x mafia boss reader

doctor Seungcheol x mafia boss reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: mafia scenarios, death, gun mentions, blood, car crash, cheating, sex scenes, nudity… will post others along the way if needed

Status: ongoing

Word count: 18k

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You had no idea where you were or what day it was. To be honest, a little panic took over you, even though you’re not that type of person. You slowly start to see clearly how the room looks like. A neat, big, industrial style, with big windows and brick walls.

Seems to be in an isolated part of the city, low rise building, quiet. A voice was faint on the other side of the door. Getting up to walk and try to eavesdrop isn’t a good idea, feeling pain on your left leg, reminding you of the blood bath that took place the other night. Or was it two nights ago?

Your brain starts to work fast, making a list of chronological things that you need to do. Firstly, get the attention to the person that’s in the other room. If you’re not dead or locked in a dungeon, then you’re probably not in danger.

“Hello?” your voice low and tired

The second time you say it louder and you hear the voice stop, then steps. The door opens slowly and a man walks in.

“Oh, hi, you’re awake, good.”

“What happened? I don’t remember how I got here and I definitely don’t remember you.”

“I’m Seungcheol, I work at the hospital you were staying at. Two nights ago, you were in danger, there were some armed men that were looking for you, and you were close to collapsing so you asked me to get you out of there. So I brought you to my place, it’s the safest spot I could think of, sorry.”

“Does anyone know I am here?”

“No, because I don’t know your name and couldn’t get any information about you, since you were under maximum security, only your personal doctor knowing your info.” He says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Well maybe that was for the best. But could I please make a phone call?”

He takes his phone out of his pocket and walks over to the bed to hand it to you. You fingers brush his as you take it. At that moment, you really look at his face and realize that he’s a good-looking guy. Very attractive indeed.

You dial Jun’s number, but immediately hang up, because he won’t answer strange numbers, so you send a text first and in 10 seconds he calls.

Jun: Oh my fucking god, are you ok? Where are you? Are you in danger? I’ll trace this phone and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

Rua: Calm down, I am ok. Can you come get me?

Jun: Don’t even need to ask me that. I got in the car already.

Rua: Ok, well before you get here and make a scene, I am at someone’s house, a doctor from the hospital. He saved me last night and brought me to his place. Everything it’s fine, there is no danger, ok?!

Jun: Sure.

Rua: Jun? Promise you’ll behave.

Jun: Oookkk I promise. But I’ll still need to ask him some questions. Ok, got you location, see you soon.

Turning to Seungcheol, you offer his phone back, with a small “thank you”, as he holds your gaze.

Rua: My friend will come pick me up soon. Thanks for saving me. I should have said this sooner, sorry. My mind is all over the place.

Seungcheol: It’s fine, you’ve been shot and probably were on a lot of medication. I get it.

Rua: Do you know Seokjin?

Seungcheol: Yes, of course. We work together most days.

Rua: He’s my brother.

Seungcheol: Oh! Should we let him know?

Rua: No, it’s fine. I’ll call him when I get home.

You see him pacing carefully, his mind going 300 miles/hour, knowing there are questions coming. He slowly sits on the other corner of his bed, lifting his face to looks at you.

Seuncheol: If you don’t mind me asking. What happened to you, who shot you?

Rua: Umm, it’s a long story and I wouldn’t involve you into this mess. It was a shooting and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Seungcheol: Got it, I won’t push on it. But lucky you, I’m an orthopedist and I am specialized in recovery. So we’ll probably see each other often, if you plan to do your recovery at our hospital, that is.

Rua: I’ll speak to my bother about that, but if he’ll recommend you, then sure.

Seungcheol: Oh, I am such an awful host. Are you hungry, thirsty? You must be after you were out of it for so many hours.

Rua: Honestly, I am starving and I might drink like a bucket of water.

You give him a big smile and you notice the corners of his mouth going up a little, showing off a shadow of a smile. He doesn’t look so scary now.

In 5 minutes he’s back with a sandwich and a glass of water placed on a tray.

He’s watching you the whole time you’re devouring that sandwich and his tongue is itching on asking you questions. But he’s deciding to let you be. For now.

After some time, his intercom is going off. Must be Jun. You feel relieved. He goes to check and in less than one minute you hear noise, hurried steps towards you.

Jun walks inside the room and as he lays his eyes on you, he runs to the bed, hugging you. His eyes looking teary.

Jun: Omg, don’t ever do this again! We were fucking worried, I thought they got to you. I really thought I lost you.

Rua: I’m sorry, it was just how it happened. I wouldn’t be alive now if I stayed there. I made the mistake to think the hospital was safe and I guess the drugs were strong and made me dizzy. I was so lucky with Seungcheol. Btw, what are we going to tell him?

Jun: Seokmin is talking to him right now, leave it to him. But are you feeling ok? Are you in pain? We should get to Jin.

Rua: That’s probably a good idea, I feel like my leg is going to explode, hurts like a motherfucker.

He helps you get dressed, he brought some clothes for you. Then he carries you is his arms and this reminds him of two nights ago when he carried your limp bloodied body and his heart breaks. He thought he lost you not once, but twice, in only 3 days.

As he’s carrying you, you wave to Seungcheol, thanking him for everything. You nod at Seokming and he offers you a big smile.

Finally, you’re feeling safe. You’re with Jun now, and Minghao is waiting in the car. They brought another 2 cars filled with men, just in case.

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At the hospital, you told Jin that you will be staying at your place, no more sleeping at the hospital, and you’ll want a nurse. You just wanted to sleep until the pain went away and be away from everyone for a while.

For the next two weeks, as soon as Jin gave you the green light concerning your leg, you left the city. You only brought Jun and two guards with you on your huge home under the mountain. It was an isolated place, where you grandfather built an impressive house inside a literal mountain.

Nobody else knew about this, it was like your bunker, your safe place. You often came here when things were too much. Your life was never easy, always on the run, always planning, lying, manipulating, scheming, giving orders, trying to stay alive and keep your people alive.

You also never had a romantic relationship, thought there were some crushes here and there, but that was never something you could afford. Your legacy was more important than some men that would end up disappointing you anyway.

And being a mafia boss…how could you just tell that to a stranger? “Hey, btw, I am involved in the mafia and we kill people.” Never trust outsiders, unless they prove themselves.

3 days of almost solitude in your mountain-house and it feels like your mind is lighter. Of course, Jun kept you company when you had to eat or just talk about work or…nothing at all. He always enjoyed just sitting in silence with you, your personalities similar.

Rua: I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Jun: All of the sudden?

He burst out laughing at your sudden remark, after almost one hour of silence while you were both reading.

Rua: You’re my rock.

Jun: And you’re mine. Now shut up and let me read!

A couple of years ago Jun confessed his feelings to you. It was unexpected, you always thought what you had was more of a brother-sister relationship, nothing more. It wasn’t easy to get over that hurdle and it still isn’t, but you’re to close and care about each other to let that stop you.

You’ve told him that you don’t feel the same and you don’t think you’ll ever feel the same, because it’s impossible for you to see him in a romantic way, after everything.

It’s hard, you can tell he still feels the same, you can see and feel his stares, the way he looks at you and how he treats you.

Maybe this was a reason for you to never get into a relationship. You wouldn’t want to hurt the most important person in your life.  Thoughts about the future, about getting married, having a family, always were somewhere back on your mind.

These thoughts came when you felt lonely, but thankfully you were too busy to be feeling lonely. Yet, here you are, having a vacation after you almost got killed, looking at Jun and ow he’s peacefully reading his little book. You’re wondering if you should just marry him and be over with.

Thinking about it, you tell to yourself. He’s not a stranger. He’s been in your life forever, you can trust him. He loves you. You’re sure he will treat you like a princess and will always respect you. And you know he would be the best dad.

But. What about love? You always dreamed about a marriage out of love. Yeah, even you, the big mafia boss who’s known to be so scary and dangerous. You are all that, but you have layers. You’re not a carton box, you’re a human with feelings. And you want to feel love.

Jun: Stop staring at me! You have nothing better to do?

Rua: Maybe I don’t.

Jun: Aren’t we cranky today

Rua: It’s just I have a lot on my mind

Jun: Share

But you don’t tell him what you were thinking about, instead you take another road.

Rua: You really think Kim clan would do this? We have issues, yes, but they never tried to hurt me like that.

Jun: I mean, we can’t know for sure. Doesn’t matter your families were close or that you and Mingyu were friends, people change. Also, people are gullible and words travel fast, they love gossip. Who knows what he heard and made him go off the rail.

Rua: I still find it insane how everything changed. It doesn’t feel real sometimes, like an out of body experience.

Jun: I am sure the Min’s got their tail everywhere, every time.

Rua: Oh, I don’t doubt that. But still.

He closes his book and grabs your hand to hold in his, knowing it will help you relax. Talking about what happened to your father always brings you rage and ruins your day, rush decisions might be made, so it’s better to calm you down.

4 years since your dad was killed and you still can’t point a finger towards one person. There were always rumors about it. The Min’s, the Kim’s, an outsider, politicians. Mingyu’s parents were killed one year after your father, with the same outcome. Nobody knows who did it.

After their death, Mingyu started to push you away. Ties were cut between families. He thought your family was involved in the “accident”, started to hate you.

Jun: Jin asked how’s the leg and if you think you’ll be able to start recovery when you get back.

Rua: Yeah, I plan to get back in shape as soon as possible. I can’t be weak, a lot of people are waiting to attack like hyenas.

Jun: That reminds me. You have a meeting with the mayor. It’s important for The Towers.

Rua: Ugh, fucking Wonwoo. What is it this time? Windows too shiny for his glasses? We already got him the papers with authorizations for them.

Jun: I think he just wants to see you and he’s coming up with any stupid little reason. We have all the papers in order, our people have been cleared. We haven’t signed the contract for the energy provider. I’ll have Seokmin hurry the process.

Rua: That’s what I like to hear. Thanks

The Towers was your biggest project so far. It was like your cover for the whole underground business. Plus, constructions were always something that fascinated you, so you became an architect.

The mayor, Jeon Wonwoo, was your pain in the ass. The guy had the hots for you and would bring up any little irregularity in your projects, just to see you. One time you were rehabilitating an old museum and his reason for stopping your project? “I just don’t think the roof on this particular room should be out of glass”

Mind you, the guy has nothing to do with architecture and construction. Like usual, you had to offer him an amount of money in exchange for him to go fuck himself. That’s what you told him exactly. He laughed.

He’s just so infuriating, especially when he’s out at events with his buddy Kim Mingyu. Aren’t they a match made for each other. They just looove the spotlight, they love to brag about what they did for this city and their future plans. You can’t stand them.

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Your return home was long overdue. You knew you’ll be swamped in work for the next weeks and on top of that, hours will be lost each week with the leg recovery.

The Towers were almost finished, and your headquarters will move there. Also, your home. So the meeting with Wonwoo would take place there, since the new office is almost done decorating.

Looking out the tall windows over the city, a warm glow from the upcoming sunset covers you. It would feel like a perfect end of your day, but unfortunately it’s not the case. Your secretary lets you know the mayor is here and you tell her to let him in.

Wonwoo: Oh, no need to get up, princess.

Rua: I can’t walk, genius.

Wonwoo: They did some work on you. Glad you didn’t die.

Rua: Sooo funny, as usual. Why are you here?

Wonwoo: Wanted to see how you were feeling. Also, you’ll need to downsize some of the trees. I’ve had complaints from the office buildings next to you that the trees are too tall.

Rua: I will pretend you didn’t just say something so stupid.

Wonwoo: Hey, it’s not me, it’s your little neighbors.

Rua: I really don’t care. Anything else?

Wonwoo: What do you think about dinner? I know a place.

Rua: No, thanks. Now if that’s all, I’ll be going, need to have a check up on my leg.

Wonwoo: On, come on, princess. When are you going to give in?

Rua: Give in? What do you take me for?

Wonwoo: What’s the problem? I am handsome, young, rich. We’d be perfect together.

Rua: You forgot insufferable, pain in the ass, manipulative, insistent. If there’s one thing that triggers me is someone who won’t take no for an answer the first time I say it. And you’re not my type, mister mayor. I’m not into corrupt assholes.

Wonwoo: So mean. You know this will cost you.

Rua: Awesome, love a guy who buys his friendships and relationships and leads his way with blackmail.

He walks next to you and leans to whisper into your ear “I am sure you know all about that, honey”

Rua: Ok, that’s it, I’m off.

He yells after you “Hey, no one else will have you with that attitude! You better start treating me nicer”

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You arrive at the hospital, and while you wait on your brother in his office, a knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts.

Rua: Oh, it’s you. Hi

Seungcheol: Hey, glad to see you again and in better shape I see.

Rua: Yeah, feeling much better.

Seungcheol: Jin sent me to keep you company as he finishes his surgery that’s taking longer than planned.

He takes a seat in Jin’s chair, his gaze on you.

Seunghceol: Did he tell you I’ll be helping you with your recovery? It will take a few months, which means you’ll be seeing me a lot.

Rua: Oh, he didn’t say anything. Do you…. think my leg will be like before?

Seungcheol: Awww. That should not worry your pretty head, let me do it.

Oh. Is this guy flirting?

You feel a rush taking over you and you think your cheeks are red, but can’t be sure.

Without saying anything else, he gets up and comes in front of you, as you lay on the consultation bed.

Seungcheol: May I take a look at the leg?

You try to let out words, but nothing comes out, so you just nod.

He’s lifting your dress up to your thighs, revealing most of the left one. Hands grabbing on it gently, lifting it so the knee is bent. It hurts, but you’re lost in his touch, eyes following the movement of his hands.

He’s got pretty and manly hands, you decide. And the way his brows furrow and his mouth pouts it’s cute. He seems to be very concentrated on what he does, and so are you. That’s why you miss his question.

Seungcheol: Rua??

Rua: Oh. What?

Seungcheol: Does it hurt when I do this?

Rua: Yes, but I can take it.

Seungcheol: I think we can start with the recovery already. You can stop by starting tomorrow, I can meet you and take you to the rehabilitation room, we have all the necessary equipment there.

Rua: This is really the last thing I needed for myself. I was so stupid and got reckless, should of known better.

Seungcheol puts a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes, and you can see his gaze becoming warmer.

Seungcheol: Don’t beat yourself about it, it can happen. Now I need to get back to my other patients, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Here, let me put my number into your phone and you can call or text whenever you want.

As he taps his number on your phone, you look at his hands again and admire them. Almost wanting to feel the warmth of them on your skin again.

Fuck! Stop! This is not happening, no! You tell yourself, as you shake your head gently.

It’s been a while since you liked someone and it didn’t end well. You don’t want to repeat whatever that was. You never had a relationship, but it doesn’t mean there were no men in your life. There were a few, you are human and have needs. You were also in love once and it sucked.

Yet, even if you had feelings for someone, you never ended together. It was complicated and you don’t even think he shared your feelings. You had a fight with him about it and you even confessed, but he didn’t want to hear it or talk about it.

That’s how you were left with a broken heart and with a strong desire to not let a man into your life again.

Seungcheol seems to leave you speechless and it never happened with anyone. You need to have Minghao do a deep check on him later.

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The next day you start your recovery exercises with Seungcheol and you think he’s flirting nonstop. Little jokes here and there, his eyes lingering more than a few seconds on you, compliments, his hands on you. Of course he had to have his hands on you, to help you stand up or do the routine exercises, but still.

It didn’t feel professional all the way. Some touches felt personal, with a purpose. And the way he calls you pretty…

Normally, you would call out such behavior, but with him, you don’t know why, you allow it.

That same night, you call Minghao for a chat in your apartment. You still haven’t moved to the new one at The Towers. Minghao is silent, like a shadow. His figure slim, his eyes sharp and moves even sharper. He could kill a person with a toothpick if he wanted.

He takes his mask off and sits on the couch, waiting for you to say something.

Rua: What do you have for me?

Minghao: He’s pretty clean. He went to school here in Seoul, born here, has an older brother who’s a math teacher in college. His parents are alive and still together. He was married for 2 years with his high-school girlfriend, found out she cheated and left him for her boss. He started working at this hospital. Just some parking tickets here and there and some fights when he was young and dumb. Want me to put someone on his trace for a while?

Rua: Yeah, why not. Can’t let anything slip, right?

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 One month later

Your leg is getting much better and you’re walking on your own with the help of a cane. Not very sexy, but that’s where you’re at right now. Your friendship with Seungcheol also developed, you’re much closer now and you are starting to trust him.

It helps that Jin has such high opinions about him too.

What got more complicated is your life, because there’s no moment of the day when you don’t think about him, and frankly it’s driving you crazy. you think about him while falling asleep at night, when you wake up in the morning, when you have files to read, contracts to sign.

You feel like you see his handsome face everywhere you go, even closing your eyes doesn’t help, because he’s there too.

You find yourself staring at Seungcheol today at your appointment. He’s got both hands over your injured leg, massaging it slowly, to help the blood flow. He’s been doing that every single day and it has messed with your head.

Seungcheol: Maybe I should not ask you this, but..

He sighs and takes a long pause before continuing, so your eyes are locked on him.

Rua: What is it?

Seungcheol: Well, I’ve been wondering if you’d maybe want to have dinner with me today. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just thought that you need to take your mind off from everything. I even asked your brother if he’s ok with it and if you have a favorite place or food…

Rua: Cheol, stop talking. I’d love to have dinner with you. Pick me up at 7, I’ll have my assistant call you and give you the address.

Seungcheol: R-really?

Rua: Why are you surprised?

Seungcheol: I mean… you’re so out of my league.

Rua: Oh, please stop that. You’re a handsome doctor, all the singles women in town would say yes to you.

The air became lighter around you, he really helps you relax and you want to explore these feelings that have been growing since you two met.

But this was the first mistake toward disaster. You’ve become too relaxed since that night when you got shot. Things were to quiet and normally, you would be suspicious and double the security for a while.

After all your appointments of the day you reach The Towers where you’re fully moved now. Your driver dropped you off in the underground parking lot and drove off to leave the car inside your private garage.

You didn’t take a bodyguard today, didn’t think it was necessary. That was the problem. You didn’t think.

And now, walking slowly with your cane, excited about your dinner with Seungcheol. Having your head in the clouds, your mind was louder than the steps that were closing in on you from behind.

What woke you up from your thoughts was a sharp and very fast sound that went close to your year. It was like a little lighting. One step forward and the wall in front of you was hit by something that got stuck in it.

Now you were fucking awake and aware. In less than a second you dropped to the ground, turned around and lifted your cane, ready to shoot.

A dark figure was running toward you, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden shift of position so he had to think fast. You tried a first shot but he was quick and you missed.

Everything was so quick and you knew that a fight would probably be a better way to escape this alive. A low kick to his legs, to have him lose his balance.

That made him stumble over but got on his feet fast. You stood up too and saw his hand going at his back pockets. Thinking he was going for a gun, you lift your cane again and shoot, this time with success. His stomach started to bleed and he dropped on his knees.

Another shot to his hand and you saw his gun flying.

Rua: Don’t move and I let you live!

You continue your steps, slowly, limping, your eyes locked on his hands, while your hand was firm and unwavering holding the cane, ready to blow his head off if he tried anything. Having Jun design this gun-cane for you was the best idea.

You manage to push the panic button attached to your bracelet and in less than 3 minutes the elevator doors behind the intruder open, with two of your men coming out, guns in hands.

They grab the guy and you give them instructions on what to do with him.

Finally in your apartment, you drop on the couch and the front door opens as Jun enters, with an anxious look on his face.

Rua: You look like someone died.

Jun: Not funny. Are you ok? Are you hurt?

Rua: Not even a scratch. And I would really appreciate if we leave this conversation for tomorrow. Today it’s not the day.

Jun: Ok, but we’re doubling the security and I don’t want you alone like this when you’re out of your apartment. You’ll have two guys outside your door at all hours of the day.

Rua: Thanks. I need the car ready for 7pm.

Jun: You don’t have anything in your schedule.

Rua: I have now.

Jun: Can I know what it is?

Rua: Meeting with my doctor.

Jun: Are you- are you having a date with the Choi guy?

Rua: Yes.

He didn’t say anything else, he just lowered his gaze to the floor and turned on his heel and left your apartment.  There was no good way for him to find out, he would be upset about it anyway.

Jun felt his feet becoming heavier with each step he took toward his office. He knew this would happen someday, but now that it was here, he thought he was not ready for it.

His heart was hurting, his head felt heavy, his ears ringing. Reaching the office, he called Minghao over.

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When his friend arrived, he found Jun standing in front of the tall windows, with a glass in his hand, the other in his pants pocket.

Minghao: What’s up, buddy? You look like shit.

Jun: Just needed company.

Minghao: Is boss ok?

Jun: She’s great. She has a date with Choi today.

Minghao: No fucking way! Shit, I’m sorry

He comes close to Jun and puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to console him. Minghao knows about Jun’s feeling for you and he always made sure to be real with him and make him see that you two could never happen.

Jun: It’s just fucking hurts and there is nothing I can do. I will just feel like this and nothing can make me feel better.

Minghao: Do we trust the guy? I am still worried that he’s hiding something.

Jun: You’re just trying to make me feel better, stop! He’s the perfect guy

Minghao: Come on, dude! Like you’re less than him. You ae the best guy I know

Jun: But I’m not enough, and he is

Minghao: You really need to get over her. She knows you’re great, but it doesn’t mean that you’d be good together. Maybe for you, she’s the ideal woman, but she doesn’t see you like that. And it’s ok, we can’t have everything we want in life. But you really need to move on with your life and give yourself a chance to a new love. You deserve to be happy and she deserves to love whoever she wants freely, without worrying that it’s hurting you.

Listening to his friend’s words, Jun knows he’s right, but words are easy. Feelings are hard to control. He drowns the whole whisky and makes a call to prepare the car and a team to escort you out on your date. The night will probably be a long one for him and he’ll be hangover tomorrow, because he plans to drink the whole bottle.

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It’s almost 7 pm and you’re standing in front of your mirror, trying to make all the bad thoughts go away. You opted for a simple black bodycon dress that ends a little over your knees. It has long sleeves and it’s off shoulder. An elegant black blazer will keep you warm for the night and even if you’re still limping, you’re wearing a pair of high heels. Lots of gold bracelets that give off a pleasant asmr to your ears when you move your arms and your hair is high up in a ponytail.

Minghao calls you to let you know that Seungcheol is downstairs.

Rua: Bring him up and let yourself inside.

Minghao: Sure, boss.

Rua: Is…. Jun ok? I thought you were free for the day.

Minghao: He was just very tired and went to bed.

Of course you didn’t believe that, but you didn’t say anything more. In a few minutes you hear the knock on the door and Minghao opens the door to let your date walk inside the apartment.

You call from your living room and he starts to walk toward your voice. He finds you sitting on your couch, sipping from a glass. His gaze goes straight to your legs and how your dress was going up, revealing your thighs.

The champagne made you relax, your head resting back on the couch, eyes closed. It was such a full and stressful day and you can’t wait to end. It started from 8 am, when Jun came rushing into your office to give you some bad news about one of your ships that was supposed to get there today, but a mysterious fire engulfed a whole room and destroyed 4 expensive cars.

Then, while you were doing your recovery exercises with Seungcheol, you were so close to crying from frustration. It became really hard for you to stay back when important stuff came up at work. You were always hands on, and now you felt useless because of this fucking leg injury.

Doctors are saying you will recover completely, since the bullet didn’t do much damage. But even so, just one day of not being able to walk, run, fight, and you feel like a loser.

Then, as you were eating your lunch, you decided that the food tasted bad and you threw it away. And let’s not forget the guy that tried to kill you in the parking lot. It was just too much for a single day.

Seungcheol watches you as he takes his final steps before stopping a few meters away. Your free hand moves graciously and pats the place next to you on the couch.

And he moves again, sitting close to you. His eyes are still on you, admiring your beauty.

Rua: Want a drink before we go?

Seungcheol: No, thanks, I’m driving.

Rua: My driver will drive us today.

Seungcheol: There’s no need, really.

Rua: Stuff happened and it’s for our safety.

Seungcheol: What happened? Are you ok?

Rua: I’d rather not talk about it for now. Just let me finish this glass and we’re leaving.

A moment of silence came over the both of you. You could only hear your breaths and you swallowing the champagne. It felt good to just sit there and not talk.

Seungcheol: Can I ask you something?

Rua: Sure.

Seungcheol: Are you like… some sort of a big shot? I mean. This apartment, the people working for you are so intimidating, your have a driver and bodyguards. And don’t get me started on those jewelry you always wear, they must cost a fortune.

That made you smile and you opened your eyes and lifted your head to look at him.

Rua: I might be. Does that scare you?

Seungcheol: N-no, but I feel like you’re surrounded by tough guys and danger. Maybe I am a little intimidated, that’s all.

Rua: I will tell you this. My life indeed is not easy and there are people that would want me dead, yes. Sometimes things get so difficult that I need to make impossible decisions. Sometimes I just disappear for days or even weeks because it gets too hard. There are things that I will never tell you about and situations that I would want to keep away. I’ve never had a relationship, because of my work and my people. I just wanted to commit to them only. But I feel like I’d like to experience that now. I am not looking for fuckboys, one night stands, games or sex without feelings, you name it.

He's just looking at you with big eyes. Then you lean over a little and whisper into his ear.

Rua: This is the part where I’m giving you a choice. You can walk away right now and I won’t even be mad about it.

He just turns his face to look into your eyes again, your noses barely touching.

Seungcheol: Looks like we’re looking for the same thing.

You feel the tension between you two, eyes starring into each other, breaths heavy and lips slightly opened. But a kiss is not on your list for now, it’s too early, he’s still a stranger.

So you move away and put your empty glass on your coffee table.

Rua: Then let’s go, I’m starving. Help me get up?

As you’re heading to the door he showers you in compliments and offers his arm for you to hold and you do so. Outside, two men are guarding your door and one joins you into the elevator, all the way to your car, where your driver and Seokmin awaits.

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The car ride to the restaurant is pretty quiet and comfortable. You ask about his choice for medical school and he asks about your family. It seems that he’s avoiding to question you more about your job and lifestyle and you’re glad.

As you arrive at the venue, you realize that it’s one of your favorite restaurants. He picked it, probably asked Seokjin for some inspiration. You walk slowly, cane in your right hand and Seungcheol right next to your left, your arm in his.

You feel good, confident and sexy, and your fancy metallic cane gives you a dangerous aura.

Restaurant hostess: Oh, miss Lee, wasn’t expecting you tonight, so happy to see you. Let me take you to your favorite table.

Seungcheol: Oh, I didn’t know you’re such a popular figure.

Rua: Wouldn’t say I am, but I do enjoy the good restaurants and museums. You’d barely see me anywhere else where it’s crowded.

Seungcheol: Noted.

He gives you a big smile and helps you sit on your chair.

Restaurant hostess: I’ll leave you 5 minutes to decide on what you want to eat and drink. Enjoy your evening!

Both of you take a look at the menu, but you already know what you’re having. You give a few suggestions to Seungcheol and he seems eager to try everything you’ve recommended.

Seungcheol: You can take the lead on here, I will trust whatever you chose.

Rua: Ok, then. Leave it on me

You hear a voice calling your name and you turn around.

“Oh my dear Rua, I’m so ecstatic seeing you here”

Rua: Chef Collin, it’s been a while. Sorry I won’t get up, I had a tiny accident

Chef: Oh no, what happened? Are you ok now?

Rua: An injury to my leg but I am recovering quickly.

Chef: Good, good. When I heard you’re here I just needed to come greet you. I am glad you’re ok. And who is this gentleman?

Rua: He’s my date, Choi Seungcheol, who’s also my doctor.

Seungcheol: Nice meeting you, heard so many good things about you and your restaurant!

He gets up to bow to the chef and keeps standing.

Chef: What will you two have tonight?

You start saying words that Seungcheol didn’t really understand. It felt like you were saying a poem and he looked at you with admiration.

Rua: And of course, the specialty for the night and my favorite champagne and water. Would you like something else to drink, Cheol?

Sengcheol: N-no, champagne s-sounds perfect. Thank you!

Cheff: Ok then, I’ll leave you two love birds and hope you’ll enjoy your evening and meal. Talk soon, Rua!

A slight blush creeps up your cheeks and you blame it on the alcohol. Seungcheol smiles and sits back in his chair.

Seungcheol: I like the nickname.

Rua: It just slipped out.

Seungcheol: I’ll need to find one for you too, little miss popular.

Rua: Oh, come on, people barely know me.

Seungcheol: So what do you do? I have no idea what you do as work, all I know is that you’re crazy rich and busy.

Rua: I have more businesses, but the main one is construction. The building where I live is mine, it was finished recently and I also moves my offices there and all my companies.

Seungcheol: That’s impressive. I knew about the building, it’s the most expensive in the whole country but I had no idea who owns it. How did you get into construction?

Rua: It was a family business. Since I was a teenager, my dad would bring me with him everywhere when it came to the company, and he teached me how things work. I got to love it, and being an artistic soul, it came easy to me. After he died, I became the owner of everything.

Seungcheol: And I guess you have many enemies, being this rich and on top of that a woman. Especially old men.

Rua: True. I mean, the world is corrupt and the wealthier you are, the more dangerous your life becomes. People so be trying to unalive you.

Seungcheol: Is that what happened that night you got shot?

Rua: True. So that’s why I need dangerous men working for me, because I need protection.

Seungcheol: I don’t know much about this world, my life has been pretty normal and boring and I don’t have rich friends. I think you might be the richest person I’ve ever talked to. How come your brother is a doctor? I’m confused.

Rua: He never liked the life my family wanted to offer him. His passion was being a doctor, helping people, not sitting at a desk at a big company. But the public doesn’t know we are siblings. He left when he was very young, changed his name and papers and moved back recently. He didn’t want to leave me here alone, although I have some very close friends that are like family.

Seungcheol: I don’t know what to say, your life sounds fascinating and seems that you’ve been trough some hard times.

He puts his hands over yours that were sitting on the table together. His touch very gentle, and looks at you with warm eyes.

Seungcheol: I’d like to think that you at least consider me a friend. Know that I am here for you with whatever you need.

Rua: Thank you, it means a lot. But you have to know that you’ll need to be very patient. I don’t open easily to people.

As you were talking and having an intimate emotional moment, a loud laugh is heard somewhere in the restaurant. It sounds so familiar that it sends a shiver down your spine and you feel a hole in your chest.

You haven’t heard that laugh in years and now would be the worst moment to hear it.

Your eyes scan the room and a few tables behind Seungcheol, right in your line of vision, you notice the stupid face of Jeon Wonwoo. He’s facing you. And in front of him it’s him. You could recognize him from 1 million. Big frame, wide shoulders, loud.

Seungcheol is saying something but you don’t understand anything. Your eyes move from him to Wonwoo’s table and back. Barely waking up from your thoughts, thanks to his hands squeezing yours, you apologize.

Rua: Sorry, I just… I think I saw someone I haven’t seen in years and can’t say I am happy about it.

Seungcheol: Oh! Are you ok? What can I do?

Rua: I’m ok, don’t worry. Just need a glass and I’ll relax.

And as you said that, your champagne was making it’s way to your table, the hostess bringing it with a smile on her face.

Unfortunately, Wonwoo’s eyes were doing what men eyes do. Looking at the hostess’s ass as she walked towards you. And his eyes followed her until she stopped and placed the bottle on your table to get it ready to open it.

That’s when he saw you. He smirked and his face light up.

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Mingyu

Mingyu: Hmm, I don’t know what I’m in the mood for tonight, but I know I am fucking hungry. What are you getting?

But Wonwoo didn’t respond, he was busy with something and he had a stupid grin on his face, his eyes squinted.

Mingyu: What the fuck are you doing?

Wonwoo: Magnificent! Just perfect!

Mingyu: What? What?

Wonwoo: My future wife is on  a little date. Aww, how cute. They are holding hands.

Mingyu turns around to see what his friend is starring at and when he saw you, his smile dropped. He turned back immediately.

Mingyu: Why the hell didn’t you say it was her? I wouldn’t have turned like a desperate teenager to look at her. You ruined my night, thanks, dummy.

Wonwoo: Oh, please. Wait here, I need to say hi to her.

Mingyu: Come on, drop it. Don’t make a scene, you already ruined my mood.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t listen. He gets up and slowly walks over to your table. As you were taking your first sip of champagne, many things happened at the same time. Wonwoo’s “Good evening”, you spitting your drinking and choking, your leg flying up into Seungcheol’s knee, hitting him with your pointed shoe and Mingyu getting up and bumping into a waiter that was carrying a big tray with plates and food. The tray dropped, a loud noise of plates shattering on the floor was heard trough the whole restaurant, Mingyu not stopping or looking back.

Wonwoo: Oh, sorry, didn’t want to scare you.

Rua: Mister Mayor, a pleasure to see you, as always.

Wonwoo: I was just having dinner with Mingyu and thought to be a good citizen and say hello to my favorite business woman. Aren’t you going to introduce me?

Rua: No, you can leave now.

Wonwoo: Oh, always rude…

He didn’t get to finish what he had to say, because Seokmin and other two of your men came behind him, asking him not to cause a scene and step back from you.

Seokmin: Mister Mayor, please drop it and give miss Lee some privacy. People are looking and you know the owner is our friend.

Wonwoo dropped the smirk and the act and he gave a “have a good evening” and left, trying to straighten his suit.

Seokmin: Do you need anything, boss?

Rua: Just keep that idiot away from me.

Seungcheol looked at you in shock, because you treated the actual mayor like that. The rich powerful mayor.

Seungcheol: That was unexpected.

Rua: Sorry about that, he’s just insufferable and can’t be bothered tonight.

Seungcheol: I think we’ll need more than one bottle.

The evening went smooth after that. Food was delicious, you felt so full and satisfied. Your cheeks were burning and probably pink by now, but you felt good and free. Maybe your partner for the night had a little big to do about it too.

You were the last two client there and it was almost 10 pm.

Rua: I have no idea when the hours passed.

Seungcheol: It happens when you’re in the right company.

Rua: Cheol, you’re such a flirt. Why do you flirt so much?

Seungcheol: I guess I just like you, so it comes naturally.

You covered your face with your hands and giggled.

Rua: Stoooop!

Seungcheol: I think we should probably go, it’s getting late and I need to bring you back home at a decent hour, or else your guy will kick my ass.

Rua: Who’s my guy?

Seungcheol: I don’t remember his name. The blonde guy. I met him downstairs when I got to your building. I felt like a little kid being scolded.

Oh.

Jun probably made sure to let Seungcheol know that you have people holding your back and to just… scare him.

You signal him to move his face closer to yours so you can whisper something.

Rua: I have to tell you something.

Seungcheol: What is it?

Rua: I’m drunk. How am I going to walk? I can’t even stand up.

He then gets up, takes your purse and puts it around his shoulder, then leans down in front of you and lifts you up bridal style.

Rua: Whoaaa!! Cheoool!

Seungcheol: Someone as pretty as you should never need to walk. You should get carried all the time, like a princess.

Rua: But we didn’t pay.

Seungcheol: Yes we did.

Rua: When?

Seungcheol: It’s my secret.

The staff bows and wishes you a good night.  You wave and then hide your face into Seungcheol’s shoulder, feeling shy that they’ve seen you in this state.

Once you’ve reached your car, the driver opens the door, leaving space for your date to place you slowly on the back seat, followed by him sitting right next to you.

Rua: Sorry for being drunk, but I needed it.

Seungcheol: Nothing to be sorry about.

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As the car was on the move, your eyelids felt heavier and heavier. In what felt like seconds, you’re woken up by Seungcheol, gently patting your hand. As your eyes open, the hand he’s been touching rests right on his thigh and you pull it back right away, feeling embarrassed.

Seunghceol: Come on, we’re here. I’ll carry you to your apartment.

He gets out of the car and as he’s leaning over to lift you, you hear someone say something from behind him.

Jun: I got her from here, the driver will drop you off to your address and I’ll have someone drive your car there too.

Seungcheol: There’s no need, I want to help her.

Jun: I won’t repeat myself

Jun looks mad, really mad. His eyes burn into Seungcheol’s face, looking almost threatening, so the older man think for a second and decided that it’s not the time or place to be stubborn and he gives up.

As Jun lifts you in his arms, you say bye to Seungcheol, telling him you’ll talk tomorrow.

On the way to his place, he feels conflicted. You seem pretty close to this guy that works for you. Is he only working for you, or is there more? He needs to know, either way.

Minghao is watching the scene before him. It looks out of a fairytale. A tall handsome prince, carrying his beautiful princess that’s in distress and needs him. And he shakes his head to Jun, wondering if any of his words earlier today were registered. Because this right now looks far from “you need to distance yourself from her and move on”.

But then again what does he know, he’s never been in love. So he just offers a soft smile to his friend and follows them to the elevator.

Jun: I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. Just doing my job.

Minghao: I didn’t say anything, and you know better what is best for you, so..

Rua: You guys are being loud and I am trying to sleep here

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Mingyu

After leaving the restaurant, Mingyu went straight home. He needed to blow off some steam after seeing you. He gets inside his house, heading right into his personal gym and starts hitting the punching bag. He hits it so hard that his fists start to bleed, but that doesn’t make him stop. The image of your face that’s so fresh in his mind drives him nuts, punching the bag harder, until he screams loudly and stops.

Wonwoo: What the fuck is wrong with your ass?

Mingyu: Shut up, told you not to go and stir shit up.

Wonwoo: Oh, come on, you know me. Her gorillas kicked me out though.

Mingyu: Are you into humiliation or something? You always either get pushed away from her vicinity and she’s slapping you.

Wonwoo: Nah, that’s you. I just enjoy annoying her.

Mingyu: Why? What are you getting out of this? You sound like a child.

Wonwoo: What’s the matter, buddy? You jealous?

Mingyu scuffs at his friend’s words and he goes to treat his bleeding fists.

Wonwoo: You crazy bastard. What did you do to yourself!

Mingyu: Nothing. Can you leave? I want to be alone.

Wonwoo: I’ll go. Don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow with Yoongi.

Mingyu doesn’t have a great night, he can barely sleep, thought of you going trough his head. How you’ve used to be so close, how your voice sounded, how you both used to sneak out your houses to meet at midnight and go out partying together.

He’s still attending parties, and since you lost contact, he’s never seen you out. Not even at important event, not to mentions clubs. Maybe he keeps on going out hoping you might be there too.

“Fuuuck! What’s wrong with me? She’s a lying bitch and she ruined my life. Why do I still think about her?”

Next day, the three men have a private meeting in the Min territory. Dozens of armed men are guarding the surroundings.

Yoongi: Did you take care of the ship?

Mingyu: Yeah, but the damages were not as big as we expected and hoped for. Seems that there were too many guards and our guy couldn’t set fire to more than one room.

Yoongi: Too bad, she would have lost a lot more money.

Wonwoo: Now, if we’re going to calculate how much would she have lost if all the cars were damaged, it’s not a lot, considering she got them for so little.

Yoongi: You’re probably right, but still. It’s pissing her off.

Mingyu: And also, making her strike back.

Yoongi: How, if she doesn’t know who did it? She thinks I’m on her side. By the way, I sent a guy for her last night. I am waiting for word from him.

Wonwoo: You sent the guy to do what and at what time? Because she was alive and well last night, having a date.

Yoongi: Really? The guy confirmed her arrival at The Towers around 5pm, so about that time.

Wonwoo: Nah, we saw her after 7-8. Your guy is probably dead.

Yoongi: Out of the question, he’s one of the best. And she’s fucking limping.

Mingyu: You forget she’s trained and could probably kick your ass any day.

Yoongi: Who’s side are you on?

Mingyu: Just letting you know what she’s capable of.

Yoongi: I think you forget you came to me for help, to bring her down and take everything from her.

Mingyu: Yeah, but not kill her.

Yoongi: And she is not dead. I don’t plan on doing that, relax. Remember how she butchered your men at the warehouse that night? How she blew up the place? She’s not going to fail to pull the trigger if you’re in her sight. Keep that in mind.

Wonwoo: Ok, ok. Thing is that we need to work from more sides. Kick her where it hurts more. Her business and her people.

Yoongi: You said she was on a date? Cand you find out who the guy is?

Wonwoo: Can I find out who the guy is..haha. I’ll have his name on my desk in minutes.

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2 weeks later

Wonwoo did not have in fact his name on his desk in hours. Not even days. It made him think the guy was a ghost or something. He tried everything to find something about your date. So he asks Mingyu’s help.

Getting off the call with Wonwoo, Mingyu calls for Jeonghan and Joshua into his office. The two men appear after 40 minutes, both wearing black elegant suits.

Mingyu: Oh, Josh, you cut your hair.

Joshua: Yeah, girls like it like this.

Jeonghan: Pfff, you’re saying it like you’re getting girls. Everywhere you go, there’s Jenny all over you, cockblocking you.

Mingyu: You still seeing Jenny?

Joshua: It’s nothing serious, we’re just fooling around. Can we talk about why you wanted to see us?

Mingyu: I need to find a guy.

Jeonghan: Ok, you have a photo?

Mingyu: That’s the thing, I don’t.

Jeonghan: What do you have on him that we can use?

Mingyu: Basically, nothing. You think you could get the security cam footage from last night from The Wine Story? Even any other cam footage from the area.

Joshua: We’ll see what we can do and let you know.

Mingyu: Great, I really need this info.

Joshua: You going to the hotel’s inauguration tonight, right?

Mingyu: Yeah, of course.

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Earlier today

Seungcheol: So don’t go if you don’t want to.

Rua: Yeah, but I am the main architect of the project and the owner was friends with my parents. I have to go.

Seungcheol: Awww, I’m sorry I can’t do anything to make it better. I have to be at the hospital the whole night.

Rua: I know. Don’t work yourself too hard.

Seungcheol: I’ll try, but it doesn’t depend on me.

Rua: I need to go now, but keep in touch.

Seungcheol: Have fun!

Later that day you were laying in your bed after a nap, your blanket over your head. Hearing Jun enter your apartment, you know he’s coming to wake you up and have you get ready for the event you’re going to attend tonight.

Jun: Come on, let’s get you up!

Rua: 10 more minutes, mom.

Jun: Don’t be a jerk, the people from hair and makeup are waiting for you.

Rua: But I want to shower first.

Jun: Come on, make it quick!

You whine and he gets his hands under your blanket, searching for your feet. Grabbing them, he starts to pull, making you sit up, giggling.

Rua: I could be naked, you pervert!

Jun: That would make it even funnier.

Rua: My naked body is funny to you?

Jun: I haven’t seen you naked, so I wouldn’t know.

Rua: Because it’s so much difference between me in a swimsuit and me naked.

Jun: Well you could have like… boobs that go in different directions, one up, one down. I don’t know.

Rua: Yeah, and I keep them in check with bras. You’re right. I have wild boobs.

Jun: Yeah, that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend.

Rua: Yet.

Jun: Oh?

Rua: Now get out if you don’t wanna get blinded by my wild boobs, I need to go take that shower.

This type of bickering was always the norm between you two since you were kids. If you were not having these little arguments, then something was wrong. Really. If you and your best friend are not teasing each other like this, then are you even best friends?

As you were sitting in front of the mirror, having your makeup and hair artists working on you, your assistant walks in the room lifting up two dresses.

Assistant: You need to pick one.

Rua: I like both, but I’ll have to try them on so I can decide.

You’ve tried both and you preferred the white short one that has a slight sparkle to it and a cute bow in the front of your chest, off shoulder. The hair will probably be styled pretty natural, straightened. Maybe a diamond hair piece on the side to keep the hair off your face.

These last few days have been less gloomy than the last months, because you’re finally walking by yourself, almost no limping. Even the exercises at the gym became close to what you normally did.

It’s been 2 weeks since that first date with Seungcheol and things have been great. You had a couple more dates that went well, a movie date, a ride around the city with a stop at a fast-food place and an unplanned dinner at your office.

Not sure you’d have brought him to this event tonight with you if he was not busy at the hospital, though. Maybe it was too soon for this. Bringing him into your circles was not something easy.

After a few texts exchanges with Seungcheol, it’s time to leave. Jun will accompany you, like usual, and he’s looking very elegant, like a prince.

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Arriving at the hotel, you feel proud when you look up and admire its beauty, knowing that this came out of your mind and hands. Your parents would be proud too to see how far you’ve come as an architect. You wish they were here.

There’s a lot of people outside too. The entrance is huge, with tall and wide glass doors and a few steps to reach it. Several staff people are waiting to greet the guests and to help them with any information they might need.

They were trained to recognize the important people that are coming tonight and they sure know who you are, as one of them comes to offer his services and lead you inside.

Jun takes the lead and tells the young man you don’t need any help and you both excuse yourselves and head to the entrance.

Jun: Love the futuristic approach of the building combined with little antique details. It’s very you.

Rua: The owners gave me total freedom with the project so I gave them exactly that.

The interior gives the same futuristic vibe, but the party adds more complexity to it. Everyone is wearing extravagant outfits and you feel a little underdressed. The entry room is large, tall, with white and green accents coming down from the ceiling that fill out the place.

The main attraction is the fountain in the middle for which you hired sculptures to make a spectacular scene that reminds you of the greek gods and goddesses.  Gold and rare stones were used for the statues and guests seem to love it, everyone taking pictures and selfies in front of it.

Jun: Drinks or meeting the owners first?

Rua: Drinks, wtf.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the nearest bar where you order some fancy cocktails. Memories come flashing back from when you used to go out with your former friend Mingyu. It’s like nothing changed but at the same time nothing is the same anymore.

Different people, different context, different feelings. It’s like he’s still there, just in a haunting type of way. While sipping from that delicious pineapple-something drink, someone bumps into your shoulder.

Jungkook: Oh, excuse me, miss Lee.

Rua: Jungkook, it’s fine.

Jungkook: It must be the end of the world if you’re out at a party.

Rua: I used to party when you were still having pimples and braces. It’s boring now

Jungkook: Are you saying you’re old?

Rua: Maybe I am

Jungkook: You look great, anyway. Catch you later, maybe show you some moves.

Rua: Yeah yeah

You barely noticed the girl that was holding his hand, behind him. And he completely ignored her, he just flirted with her right there, with no shame. But that’s how he is. He might be one of the hottest and wanted single men in the country, but he’s also a huge red flag.

His date gives you a nasty look and starts to scold him from the way her arms are moving, but it’s not your problem. You laugh and drag Jun away from the crowd, looking for a more private spot.

Rua: Should we do a tour of the party?

Jun: Don’t mind if I do. Are you not afraid of who we might run into?

Rua: No, and don’t care. I am one of the guests of honor.

Jun: Oh, miss important who’s not afraid of anything.

So you started walking slowly, hand in hand, sipping from your expensive glasses and exchanging knowing looks when you saw something crazy. Some outfits were just plain ridiculous and it made both of you burst into laughter, almost to tears.

Jun: Oh, I think I spotted the owner that’s your dad’s friend and he’s coming over.

Mr. Kang: Dear Rua, welcome! When did you get here and why nobody told me?

Rua: Good evening, Mr. Kang. About half hour or so. I have to say, this is a great party and I love what you’ve done with the place.

Mr. Kang: Thank you, but it’s also your merit. So long since I last seen you two. How is your family, Jun?

Jun: They are fine, still living in China.

Mr. Kang: We should meet some day and catch up, now I need to entertain all my guests. You two have fun and if you need anything, just ask the staff or me.

The music was nice, went well with the mood of the place. But the glass was empty and you were not in the search of a refill. As you were walking and enjoying a nice conversation with your friend, your eyes fly over to a corner where a big round sofa was sitting under a glass ceiling.

Among the groups of people sitting there you spot Joshua, one of Mingyu’s men. He’s talking to some guys that you don’t recognize. Well if he’s here, then his boss must be too.

And while looking into Joshua’s direction, Jun says you’ve reached the bar so he’ll order some drinks so you stay put and wait for him. Trying to not look suspicious, starring too much into the same direction, you turn toward the bar and try to take a step.

But it felt like you hit a wall. A softer wall, indeed, but still. Looking up, you see two familiar brown eyes starring into yours. Horror came over you and you couldn’t move or say anything.

The moment maybe lasted 3 seconds but it felt like minutes. And while seconds were passing, his face kept contorting more, changing from surprise, to shock, to horror, to disgust, to anger.

Mingyu thought if he should say something. Anything that could bother you, but suddenly he sees your lips move. That’s a view he hasn’t seen in years and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your full, luscious, glossy lips that used to kiss his cheeks so often.

Rua: Well surely this is not my lucky month.

And you pushed past him to get to Jun. that was supposed to get him angry, but not. He smirked and continued his way to Joshua.

Rua: I just bumped into Mingyu.

Jun: Shut uuupp! Did he say anything?

Rua: No, he was just starring like a psycho. Not even a word.

Jun: So he’s not a yapper anymore?

Rua: Maybe he changed, what do I know. Not like I ever really known him.

Jun: Come on, you were besties, you did everything together.

Rua: He’s just a good actor and he fooled me back then. And now he’s my enemy. That reminds me- is everything set for tonight?

Jun: Yeah, I have word from Hao and Seokmin. They’ll manage without us.

Rua: Revenge will taste sweet. Can’t just stand back and let them step on me. And being here will be a good alibi. Mingyu knows I never just stay at home and give orders so others do the work.

Jun: Then it’s a good thing that he saw you. Now let’s go to the dj room and dance a little.

Heading to the main party room, the vibe is completely different. The hallways leading there has windows left and right, with massive basalt sculptures and red lights.

Techno music gets louder and louder as you step closer to the crowd. Now, since you came here, might as well take advantage and actually have fun like old times. Your mind goes to Mingyu for a second, but you shake your head quickly.

Jun: I see Jungkook.

Run: Let’s go there.

Weaving your way trough the dancing crowd, you reach Jungkook and he comes to give you a hug. You see the same girl from earlier, who’s left behind him, then you notice Taehyung too and give him a little wave.

Jungkook: I’m soo happy you came.

Run: Well don’t you seem like you’re having the best time.

Jungkook: I’m probably ahead of you with many shots. Come, drink with me.

As he takes your hand to take you to the bar, Jun grabs his arm.

Jungkook: We’re just going to get shots for everyone, relax. I’m not stealing her from you.

Rua: It’s fine, Jun. Stay here, we’ll be back in 5.

Reaching the bar, it seems like everyone there knows Jungkook, everyone waving, saying hi or smirking at him. He first orders a few shots only for the two of you.

Rua: Mmmm sweet, I like.

Jungkook: Sweet like you.

As he’s saying that, his pinching your cheek and scrunches his nose at you.

Rua: Are you flirting again?

Jungkook: Yes. Is it working?

Rua: No. and besides, I am seeing someone.

He chokes on his drink and he looks at you with his big eyes.

Jungkook: Who dared to take my girl away?

Rua: I was never your girl.

Jungkook: Yeah, what’s up with that? Why did we never hook up? We’re both young, hot, successful.

Rua: Probably because years our families were rivals aaand, probably because you fuck anything that breathes.

He whines and pouts and it looks funny coming from him, a big dangerous looking manly man.

Jungkook: I think that we would look so hot together in bed.

Rua: I know we would, but I am not into what you’re offering.

Jungkook: Maybe I’d be a good boy for you and settle down.

Rua: Riiight.

You both start to laugh and he gives you another hug.

Jungkook: I really missed having fun with you at parties. Maybe we’ll do this again.

Rua: Doubt it.

Jungkook: Let’s take these shots to the rest.

Rua: Your girlfriend hates me already.

Jungkook: Oh please, she’s not my anything. She’s just some girl from our circle of friends that thinks she can trick me into a relationship. I haven’t even fucked her, can you believe that?

Rua: Nooo.

And as suspected, the girl kept her eyes on you, giving you nasty looks. She kept on trying to be close to Jungkook but he kept on moving around to escape her.

Having already few shots and 2 drinks on board, your feet started moving and in no time you were dancing. You were thankful Jun was a good dancer, and alcohol seems to make him friendly and sociable too. He’s made friends into Jungkook’s group so fast.

You thought you should check on Seungcheol, you promised to keep in touch throughout the night, so you grab your phone from the bag and open the chat with him.

Jungkook: Aw, is that your little bf?

Rua: Hey, mind your business.

Jungkook had his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his body and trying to make him look away from your phone, you started to tickle him. Giggles and laughter could be heard around your group from the two of you. Jun was glad to see you have fun for a change.

Jungkook: Ya, don’t tickle me over my abs, it’s a sensitive spot.

Rua: Omg, stop being such a horndog.

This was a normal interaction between you and him, he was always flirty and you always rejected him. That was the routine. Would he really go all the way if you let him? You didn’t know. It was not like he was messing with a regular girl. He wouldn’t risk pissing you off. Doesn’t matter he comes from a family of gangsters, you were dangerous too.

As the little scene between you two was unfolding, Jungkook’s female friend that was all over him the whole night decided in her drunken mind that she had enough. Her blood was boiling, crazy eyes on display, hand armed with a full glass of some colored alcohol to match perfectly with your white dress.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion. People moving to the rhythm of the music, or just moving around. You and Jungkook being silly with each other as his arm was still around your shoulder. The girl pacing carefully on drunken feet, trying to steady herself and not drop the glass before she gets to you.

A group of men walking into the room, heading toward you unknowingly, just following the music. Taehyung’s eyes noticing the anger on the girl’s face, that was now getting closer to you. Jun’s eyes that are starting to move between you and the girl, his brain going into work.

You were completely unaware of what was coming, but it’s not like you were not used to it by now. Cold liquid went flying, going on both yours and Jungkook’s clothes. Jun’s foot going in front of the girl to make her lose her balance, while Taehyung was laughing, holding Jun back, because he wanted to see the show.

Your eyes went from Jungkook to the new familiar faces that were walking into your direction. Just for a split moment. Just for that quarter of a second, your eyes caught Mingyu’s and Joshua’s faces, both starring at you.

Then your gaze continued to move onto the culprit. Jun’s foot made her lose her composure an helped with the drink not reaching your face and she stumbled a little. But that was her bad luck. If she was not this close she would have been safe.

Someone would keep you from smashing her face. And now, everyone’s focus was on your fist starting to travel toward her stupid face. “What a face to be punched” you thought, seeing her this close.

Right into her jaw. Her ass falling right onto the table behind her, where there were some food left from earlier when you all got hungry.

Yup, this was something that you used to do often, going out, years ago. Your punches always had stability, even when drunk. They always went straight to the target. And hard. Jungkook and Taehyung were laughing their asses off, while Jun was shaking his head, wondering what was in that girl’s head for trying something like this.

You? You were mad. Who does she think she is? Seeing the state your expensive dress is, you grab the girl and drag her outside of the room, to the hallway. She’s screaming at you, calling you a bitch and that she’ll show you.

Reaching the hallway, you throw her like a ragdoll and tell Jun to call security to get her out.

Rua: I am not moving until I see someone take her stupid ass in the street.

“You fucking bitch, do you know who my dad is? You’re fucked!” She screams from the floor.

Jungkook: Rua, calm, relax. I’ll take care of her.

Then he lifts her up by her arm and drags her out, with her still yelling.

You’re still angry and you need to calm down, but being also tipsy makes it hard.

Rua: I need to get some air.

Jun: No, we need to stay inside where Mingyu can see us. The plan is in action as of 30 minutes ago. Just wait a little bit longer.

Rua: Ugh, I need to get out of this dress and take a long shower. I’m over this party. I should of beaten that little shit up more.

Jun: No, that would have brought too much attention to us. It’s your first time going out in years and this happens. It might be all over the media tomorrow. I will talk to Mr. Kang later also.

Rua: And find out who she is and fix that too.

Jun: What do you want me to do?

Rua: I want apologies. Face to face. Or publicly if this goes out.

As you’re leaning to the wall, talking to Jun, your eyes are pulled like magnets to Mingyu that walks by, followed by his pose. His phone close to his ear, tells you that he’s been notified about something important. Maybe that something that was your doing.

You both lock eyes for a few seconds. He looks angry, but there is something else there. You’d love to slap that expression off his face anytime. That stupid handsome face.

Rua: Ok, now we can go get some air and sit somewhere. Mingyu just left in a hurry and not happy.

Jun: Our guys must be done by now then.

Finding a terrace somewhere on the upper floors, you lay on a chair and wait for Jun to get the news from tonight’s operation.

Jun: Hao says it’s safer for us to meet at The Towers.

Rua: Ok, gather everyone there in one hour.

15 minutes later you two left, saying goodbye to Mr. Kang and the rest of your acquaintances. An extra car joined to escort you and Jun to the building.

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Sitting in your office chair, you look at Minghao, then at Jun. Seokmin needs to come and give the final word. In minutes, he enters your office with a serious look on his face and sits down next to Hao.

Jun: Well?

Seokmin: A success. All went as planned.

Minghao: Fuck yeah!

Rua: Casualties?

Minghao: Some hits on the truck I was in, it will need some fixing. The paintings are safe though. One of the men was injured on his shoulder, will check on him later.

Rua: Good enough. How many did you get to steal?

Seokmin: The whole special exhibition. 25 I think?

Minghao: Yes, 25. I was handling them with so much care and almost cried when I touched them.

Jun: Aww, my little art lover.

Rua: I might let you have one as a thank you gift for doing such a good job.

Jun: So what’s the plan now? What do we do with them? Sell them?

Rua: What would piss off Mingyu the most?

Seokmin: To see them destroyed?

Rua: To never find out what happened to them.

Minghao: He got this coming. Let’s see how his good friend Jeon Wonwoo will get him out of it. Those paintings are worth over 100 million together.

Jun: We will be prepared for anything they have to throw at us.

Rua: I want a meeting with Yoongi tomorrow, need to know we can count on him in case of war with the Kim’s and the mayor. Minghao, did you manage to get some information from the guy that attacked me?

Minghao: Not yet, then again, I only had one session with him and it was light torture. Next time I’ll get what I need from him, even if I need to kill him. And speaking of that, I might of shot Jeonghan tonight.

Jun: You what?

Minghao: I had to, he was in my way and didn’t want to run him over with the truck.

Rua: Awww, what a good former friend you are.

Minghao: Like you would actually kill Mingyu.

Rua: I might, I don’t know.

Well nobody believed you, because they knew you still cared about him in some way or another. And they thought that he felt the same. If you both wanted the other dead, it would be easy to do it.

It was a long night. Laying in bed, your mind went to Seungcheol and a naughty thought came into your head. “I’ll just send him a little photo as good night, give him a little sneak peak of what he could have. But. I’ll act innocent about it.”

credits for the girl photo: Infaithes

Next morning, your door flies open with a loud bang, waking you up.

Rua: What the fuck!

Jun: Wake up, there is a shitshow out there.

Rua: What?

Jun: The whole media, the netizens, the police, the city hall, everyone went crazy about last night’s heist.

Rua: Ok, slowly please. And I need something for my head. Anyone called?

Jun: Yeahh, including Yoongi. You need to convince him it was not us.

Rua: I’m not worried. We worked with just a handful of people and we planted little decoys to point toward other groups.

Jun: I’ve heard Mingyu is pissed about Jeonghan getting shot. Now he knows how it feels.

Rua: That’s enough for today, I am going to lay low and take the day off after I meet with Yoongi.

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Later in your office, your assistant announces the Min’s arrival and she invites them in. He came with Jungkook and Taehyung. Jungkook hugs you eagerly, asking if you’re ok after the altercation last night.

Rua: How is everyone? Had lunch, you’re hungry?

Yoongi is pacing inside the room and gets a low laugh out.

Yoongi: You really did the Kim’s dirty, didn’t you?

Rua: If you’re talking about the heist, no. I wish it was me, putting such a big hole into his pockets. But no, sorry to disappoint.

Taehyung: It wasn’t you? No way it was not you.

You look at them with a smile on your face while leaning back in your chair.

Rua: I want to know who did it thought, and make them my friends.

Yoongi leans over your desk and looks into your eyes for a good moment, and you keep his gaze.

Jungkook: Then who did it?

Rua: I thought it was you guys, that’s why I asked to meet today. I really thought you did it and I am expecting a retaliation from him. Wanted to talk about our alliance and plan in case of war.

Yoongi: I mean, since none of us did it, there is no reason for him to hit us.

Rua: But how will he know this?

Jungkook: I guess we’ll need to reinforce our security everywhere, be careful and just wait to see his next move.

Rua: I wonder who he pissed off so bad that they went and did this.

Yoongi: We will probably find out one way or another. Anyway, if you need anything I’m a call away, call any of us and we’ll do the same.

Rua: Thanks, good to know.

Jungkook: Let’s get coffee and catch up, just the two of us.

Rua: Why not, I am taking the day off anyway.

You’re walking out of the building with the three men and as Yoongi and Tae get in their car and leave, you and Jungkook cross the street and enter the coffee shop.

After ordering a slice of cake and a hot cocoa, you find a table close to the window and sit there. The atmosphere here is really nice and you like how it smells like baked sweets. Sometimes you come here alone, have your cake and just watch the people.

Jungkook: So this is how a date feels like.

Rua: Only that this is not a date.

Jungkook: You and your bf do this?

Rua: Going on dates? Of course.

Jungkook: What’s his name? What does he do? Does he treat you good?

Rua: What’s with the questions? I’d rather keep my relationship private for now. But he has a respectable job and he’s amazing.

The server comes with your order, placing the cakes and drinks on the table. She keeps looking at Jungkook and feels like she wants to say something.

Server: I’m sorry, but are you Jeon Jungkook?

Jungkook: Maybe?

Rua: Maybe? What answer is that? Yes, he is.

Server: Omg, I am such a big fan of yours. Can I maybe have an autograph?

Jungkook: Sure, anything for my fans. I’ll even take a selfie with you.

You scoffed at him and started to eat your strawberry cake. He gets so ridiculous when people recognize him. So full of himself. As you were deep in your thoughts, watching the interaction before you, your phone started ringing.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” your answer the phone with a wide smile.

“Omg hi and why are you trying to kill me first thing when I wake up?” he says in a pouty voice.

“What did I do?” you’re keeping that innocent role.

“You don’t know what you did?”

“No, so please tell me” you say in a playful tone.

“That photo, what else? Don’t pretend like that wasn’t on purpose. I did not know you were mean like this” he pouts more

“I was just a tired girl going to sleep, that’s it.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing, I took the rest of the day off. Already had a meeting.”

“Spend the day with me. Let’s go to the park, get some ice cream, then do some grocery shopping, come to my place and I’ll cook something delicious for you. Maybe we even have time for a movie.”

“I would like that.”

“I’ll come get you.”

“Ok, let me know when you get here. Drive safe.”

Jungkook: Well wasn’t that cute. Your bf?

Rua: Yeah.

Jungkook: Did you talk to Mingyu last night?

Rua: Can’t call it talking, we just bumped into each other and I complained then ran away.

Jungkook: yeah, sounds like something you would do.

Rua: Shut uuup!

Jungkook: I love it when you’re feisty. That punch you gave that girl was priceless.

Rua: Did you make her shut up in the end?

Jungkook: I mean, I told her who you were, but she said she’ll talk to her dad to sue you. Aaaanyway, back to Mingyu.

Rua: Why? No, not back to Mingyu, we don’t like Mingyu.

Jungkook: I always thought you two will end up together.

Rua: Why? We were never a thing.

Jungkook: It was so obvious you were in love.

Rua: Listen. I was in love, I admit. But he never felt the same.

Jungkook: He could’ve fooled me, I really thought he was.

Rua: Nah, we even had a conversation about it. Well, more like a fight. That was the last time we talked.

Jungkook: You really think he was involved in your dad’s death?

Rua: He could be. I never got enough proof, so it’s up in the air. Could be anyone, frankly.

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After a while, your phone pings with a text from Seungcheol that he’s in front of The Towers and you let Jungkook know. You both get up, gather your things and walk out toward the front entrance of your building.

Seungcheol got out of his car, pacing a little nervously while waiting. At some point he notices you crossing the street, with some guy next to you. As you’re getting closer he recognizes him.

When you reach him you hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Seungcheol: Hi.

Rua: Hi.

Jungkook pushes you a little for you to introduce him, but you don’t.

Jungkook: Ya, you’re so rude. Hello, I’m Jungkook.

Seungcheol: Nice to meet you. Seungcheol.

Rua: We’re leaving. Bye, JK!

You drag Seungcheol to his car, wanting to get away from Jungkook. They don’t need to be talking.

Leaning back in the passenger seat, you watch him leaning over and for a moment you think he’s trying to kiss you.

Seungcheol: Safety first. Always wear your seatbelt.

Oh. Right.

You still blush.

Seungcheol: Didn’t know you have such dangerous friends.

Rua: Who? Jungkook?

Seungcheol: Isn’t he Min Yoongi’s brother? The Ming Yoongi who’s a gangster?

Rua: Oh, come one, there’s no such thing as gangsters.

Seungcheol: Call him gangster, mob guy, corrupt businessman, whatever you want. He’s trouble either way.

Rua: Well me and Jungkook know each other for a long time, we used to hang out and party together, we had the same circle of friends. My dad was a businessman and he often had to deal with all types of people.

Seungcheol: I guess that’s valid, but you should be careful with these people. They have really bad reputation.

Rua: Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.

Seungcheol: And how was the event last night? Anything interesting happened?

Rua: I don’t know if I should tell you. I thought it will be all over the internet today, but I guess I got lucky.

Seungcheol: Noo, what? Someone did something to you?

Rua: Well there was this girl drooling over Jungkook the whole night and she got jealous and threw her drink at me. I punched her and dragged her out of the room.

Seungcheol: Excuse me? Now I regret not being there.

Rua: Why? I didn’t need help.

Seungcheol: Clearly.  So Jungkook was there too.

Rua: Yeah, he was with some friends and I went with Jun.

Seungcheol: Surrounded my handsome dangerous men. Is that your type?

Rua: Is any of them my bf?

Seungcheol: I hope not.

You slap his thigh and whine at his words. You know he’s teasing you.

Seungcheol: Then what’s your type?

Your eyes are locked on his face, trying to see what type of reaction you get out of him with your answer, that comes pretty fast.

Rua: You.

All he can say is a silent “oh” and you see him blushing. He’s cute when he gets like this.

The ride to the park continues with you telling him about your night and how majestic the building you designed looked. He told you about his night at work and how he’s still feeling tired, but he really wanted to spend the day with you. That’s sweet, you think.

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It’s the perfect weather for a walk in the park. The sky is clear, the wind not to strong and place not crowded. He gets ice cream both, your favorite, walnut and salty caramel and you chose to sit on the grass, close to the lake.

You watch him as you’re eating your ice cream and you like the way the sunlight hits his perfectly sculpted face. He has such an attractive side profile, those lips to die for and those arms. You find yourself drooling over a man.

Seungcheol: What are you looking at?

Rua: Just you.

Seungcheol: You’re being very obvious about it.

Rua: Does it bother you?

Seungcheol: No, it’s.. nice. It’s been a while since someone looked at me like that.

Rua: Really? Women don’t admire you?

Seungcheol: I-uh-don’t really go out. I am always at work. And you know, people don’t think about stuff like that in a hospital. They come there with problems.

Rua: What about colleagues?

Seungcheol: I was married to one and since the divorce, I always kept my distance from female colleagues, just keeping it professional.

Rua: Oh. Why did you end the marriage?

Seungcheol: She… cheated with our boss. We were both working at the same clinic. So I left everything back, marriage and that job. Later on I found out that she was involved with him since way before we got married.

Rua: I’m sorry to hear that. Can’t imagine how you felt.

Seungcheol: Thanks. But shit like that happens and we need to move on. It’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and my friends started to worry about me for being single for so long.

Rua: You didn’t try to date for 2 years?

Seungcheol: No, I was too hurt to trust again. But I know people are different and I didn’t want to shut myself from the world completely.

You were taking all that in, thinking it must have been really hard for him to get over that. You try to put yourself in his shoes and you don’t know how you would react. Probably kill the guy, or at least cut his dick off and set it on fire.

He turns to you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. You can tell he’s not fully recovered after what he’s been through. You’d probably never recover from that, hating on the guy for the rest of your life, and that would be valid.

Seungcheol: What about you? I know you said you never had a relationship. What about dating? A crush?

You look at him and contemplate if you should be honest or lie. Lying would make it easier, he would not question anything. But it’s what you always did whenever you were seeing someone, you lied. Stopping  them to knowing the real you.

But now, with Seungcheol, you feel like you want to open up. Maybe it will make you feel better.

Rua: I was in love once, but id didn’t work out.

Seungcheol: Why not? Can’t imagine a guy not wanting you.

Rua: The feelings were not reciprocated. We… we grew up together.

Seungcheol: Oh damn, is it Jungkook?

Rua: Ha, nooo! You don’t know him. Our parents were close and we grew up being best friends. But when we were in high school I started feeling more for him and everything changed. After his parents died in an accident we got into an argument and then I told him how I felt. But he rejected me. He just left and I never saw him again.

Seungcheol: Well let me tell you this. First, he was a shitty friend leaving you like that just because you had feelings for him. Second, any man who says no to you is insane.

In that moment, your heart started beating faster, you could feel warmth enveloping your whole body. He started leaning toward you slowly, almost giving you time to pull away or say something. But you didn’t do any of those.

Eyes locked on each other, his face so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face, ready to close your eyes and let the kiss consume you. Your palms felt tingly for a second.

But just as his lips barely touched yours, your privacy was invaded by a little doggy who saw an opportunity to get attention as two humans sat on the ground.

This could never get you upset, even if it ruined the first kiss with the guy you were crushing hard at the moment. You loved all dogs and you had to give this little one all the kisses.

Seungcheol: Awwn, I’ve been trying for weeks and this tiny furry did it in one second.

Rua: Have you seen his face? Look at it!

You were holding the puppy up to his face for him to look at how cute he was and he had to agree.

After spending like 2-3 hours at the park, you started to get hungry, so next on the list was grocery shopping.

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Walking down the aisles of the supermarket with Seungcheol beside you felt really domestic and strangely… right. It felt right, yes.

Rua: What are you cooking?

Seungcheol: Not telling you. I want to be a surprise.

Rua: So what am I supposed to do while you’re cooking? Can’t I help?

Seungcheol: Hmm. Maybe I’ll let you assist me a bit.

Moving his gaze to look behind you, he noticed two familiar figures. He also saw them earlier in the park. They seemed suspicious then too, but he chose to think that it’s maybe just a coincidence and they are just two friends that are walking, like you were. But now they were here and it looked like they were keeping an eye on you.

Suddenly, you felt his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body, hiding you both behind some boxes.

Rua: Cheol, what are you doing?

Seungcheol: I think we’re being followed.

Rua: Are you sure?

Seungcheol: Yes, two guys that I saw in the park today. They are here and they keep on looking at us.

You sigh and tap his shoulders, almost smiling.

Rua: Is one of them wearing a ridiculous beige hat with a feather?

Seungcheol: Y-yes?

Rua: Ugh, it’s fine. They work for me and they follow me for protection.

Seungcheol: Are you serious?

Rua: Yeah.

Seungcheol: Who are you?

Rua: I didn’t tell you this, but few weeks ago someone tried to kill me.

Seungcheol: When? Who?

Rua: The day of our first date.

Seungcheol: Jesus, babe. Don’t keep things like that from me. This is serious.

Rua: Babe?

You bat your lashes at him and push your fingers trough his hair, acting cute and flirty just to tease him.

He swallows hard, his throat going dry and he doesn’t know how to act. So all he can do is pout.

Rua: Oh, nooo. Don’t be upset. I told you I can take care of myself.

Seungcheol: I am very worried, don’t joke about it.

Rua: Well I can’t take a guy who is hired to kill and gets beaten up by a girl, seriously.

Seungcheol: Did you beat him up?

Rua: Mhm.

Seungcheol: Again, who are you? How are you so cool?

Rua: Let’s hurry, I am starving already.

Seungcheol: Ok, but I have so many questions.

Rua: We’ll have time to talk while you cook.

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Coming back to his place brings back memories from that night you’ve been shot. There have been so many attempts at your life in the last months that it’s becoming a concern.

His apartment is cozy and it’s so him. Smells nice and it’s bright.

Rua: I’ll just be a little nosy, ok? I like to see how people design their homes and where they put their stuff and why.

Seungcheol: Go ahead, I’ll get everything ready by the time you’re done snooping.

Starting from the living room, there’s a big U shape couch that feels very soft. Naps here are great, for sure. The big industrial windows let a lot of natural light come in. The light must look pretty during sunset.

Rua: Did you move here recently?

Seungcheol: How did you know?

Rua: Well the floor barely has any scratch, same with your counters and tables. They look new. And there is a smell of new.

Seungcheol: That’s very impressive.

Rua: I’m good at this stuff.

Seungcheol: You should work as a detective.

Rua: I’d be so good at it.

Then you go into his bedroom, observe the bed, his closet. He doesn’t have that many clothes and most of them are formal. Probably suits he wears at work. Has lots of shirts, ties and white hospital robes.

The whole place is neat and organized, just a bit empty. Maybe he likes it more minimalistic.

You walk back to the kitchen and look through his cabinets.

Rua: Hmm. You barely have stuff in here.

Seungcheol: Yeah, I never cook. Always eat at work or I order takeout.

Rua: Do we have what we need to cook today?

Seungcheol: I think so, don’t worry.

Rua: Your place is very… manly?

Seungcheol: Oh? How?

Rua: Well. It’s simple, nothing complicated or fancy. But somehow it works. It looks cozy but at the same time it’s missing something.

Seungcheol: What is it missing?

Rua: I don’t know yet, but I’ll find out and let you know.

You lean your back on the kitchen island and watch and he’s moving around, looking for pans and utensils, washing the vegetables.

Seungcheol: So who might want to see you dead? Pff, it sounds so weird saying it out loud.

Rua: Umm, lots of people.

Seungcheol: Like?

Rua: The competition, politicians, jealous girls, I don’t know.

Seungcheol: Want to talk about that night when you got shot? Was it another attempt at your life?

Rua: I am not sure if it was, maybe they wanted to scare me off, to injure me, not make me keep my mouth shut, to kill my men. I don’t know.

Seungcheol: Where did it happen?

Rua: I was meeting one of my associates at his warehouse and when we got there, shootings started, stuff blowing up. The whole building got burned to the ground.

Seungcheol: Oh, I think I saw about that on the news.

Rua: Yeah. I could of died there.

Seungcheol: But do you have one person that you suspect?

Rua: Yes, I have one in mind.

Seungcheol: Who?

You’re not sure you should say the name. But then again, if something happens to you, people should know who to point fingers at.

Rua: Kim Mingyu.

Seungcheol: The Kim Mingyu? The super wealthy guy? The most desired bachelor in the country? The shady businessman that has connections with dirty politicians? That Kim Mingyu?

Rua: That’s him.

Seungcheol: Now, why? Why does he hate you?

Rua: Ugh, it’s a long story.

Seungcheol: I have time. Like one hour until food is ready.

Rua: I’ll give the very short version.

As he’s getting the meat ready, you move to the other side of the island and lean over it, sighing.

Rua: So basically. You know my dad was killed. It was by a hired assassin. We caught the killer but didn’t get to find out who hired him. Rumors started spreading that the Kim’s had something to do with it, but I never wanted to believe it. You see, my parents and Mingyu’s parents were friends, so me and him were friends too. Then his parents had an accident and they died. Minyu thought that I did it, since I suspected his family of killing my father. We had a big fight, and since we’ve been enemies.

Seungcheol: Wait. So.

He turns to look at you and you can see the wheels on his brain moving.

Seungcheol: Is Kim Mingyu your first love?

Rua: Unfortunately.

Seungcheol: I’m sorry I am laughing, but this sounds so crazy. it’s like some friends to enemies book, or whatever they call it.

Rua: Listen, Cheol. I am not an innocent person. I have done things in my life, and I’ll keep doing it if I need to. But I don’t want to involve you into any of this. That’s why, some thing it’s better that you don’t know.

Seungcheol: You’re scaring me now. You make it sounds like you’re always in danger. Does it mean I am too?

Rua: I hope you’re not, but if we will be seen out together by the wrong people, you will be. So I am asking you... let’s keep this as private as we can. For your safety.

Seungcheol: As much as I would like to show you off to the world, I am a homebody and I am fine with having a private relationship.

Rua: Is that what this is? Are we in a relationship?

Seungcheol: Well, you’re my girlfriend.

He’s walking toward you and you’re straightening yourself, turning to him.

Rua: I don’t know, you never asked me to be.

When he’s right in front of you, his hands go on your waist, pulling you to his body. Chests touching, eyes locked. His voice becomes deeper, more seductive.

Seungcheol: You were my girlfriend since our first date.

Now his face was right here, leaning down to yours. Lips brushing, he’s not in a hurry at all. His fingers squeezing your hips, pushing you impossibly close to him. His body heat radiating all over.

Then it happens. His lips are fully on yours, gentle, exploring the possibilities. Your eyes don’t close, almost in disbelief that you’re finally kissing someone after so long.

You like to be able to see his kissing face, it’s hot. Your hands fly to his face, touching it slowly, caressing it, moving over the nape of his neck.

You melt under his touch and the kiss feels so soft. He’s so gentle and attentive.

You feel his tongue licking your lower lip as a sign that he wants to deepen the kiss, so you open your lips and let him. Tongues licking one another, the kiss getting more passionate, but still soft.

Gets you so turned on that a breathy moan escapes you and at the sound of that his arms go around your waist, holding you flush to his body.

After a while, you both feel like you need air and you pull back, looking at each other with want. But now’s not the time for more. You’re not ready. You need to be sure.

Rua: Are you trying to deduce me?

Seungcheol: Is it working?

You nod and give him another kiss, this time shorter.

Seungcheol: Ok, back to cooking. You can help me from now on.

And that’s what you do, you both work on dinner while you ask questions about each other. You find out more about his childhood, his family and his relationships. He’s also giving good answers and good reactions at your inquiries, trying to see if he’s a kind, respectful and empathetic person.

Food is ready and you’re taking small bites, careful not to burn your tongue. He seems amused by it.

Rua: What’s funny? It’s hot and I really need to eat.

Seungcheol: You’re cute.

He leans to give you a little kiss and in that moment you realize that you’re in a relationship. Might be very new, but it feels like home. You never felt like this and you think he might be the one.

After dinner, you both clean and wash the dishes, then lay comfortably on the couch, surrounded by fluffy pillows. He turns on a movie, you chose a comedy so you pick “What we do in the shadows”.

You can’t really concentrate on the movie, since he’s holding you like that. You can feel his every muscle, the way his chest is moving with each breath he takes and it makes your head float. You take short breaks to kiss, but you try to keep it PG and he’s not pushing it.

Sleep takes over your tired bodies and you slowly start to wake up after a while. It’s already dark outside, so that means it’s after 9 pm. He can feel you move in his arms and he wakes up too.

Rua: I should head back home.

Seungcheol: I’ll take you.

Rua: Stay and rest, I’ll call Jun.

Seungcheol: No no, your bf is taking you home.

You smile and hide your face into his chest, hugging him tighter. He kisses the top of your head then lifts himself up.

Rua: Would love to spend the night with you, but I don’t feel ready yet for that. Hope you understand.

Seungcheol: You don’t need to explain, I like taking it slow.

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On your way home, you feel happy. It’s like a rush that goes through you, similar to what you used to feel when you were very young and in love. He takes your hand, gives it a kiss, then puts it on his thigh so he can drive.

You’re texting Jun that you’re coming home and ask what’s he doing and if something new came up.

No response for the next few minutes. It’s unlike him, but maybe he’s in the middle of something important.

A strange feeling starts to creep up in your head, your senses become sharper and you tell yourself you should be aware of your surroundings. It almost feels too quiet, like the quiet before the storm.

Rua: Something’s wrong.

Seungcheol: Are you feeling sick?

Rua: No. I have a bad feeling.

And there it is, a car speeding from the right, ready to crash into you. Cheol is quick and turns the wheel as hard as he can, his car getting hit in the back now, and not at full speed. Your car spins twice in the middle of the road, the other one stops.

You try to clear your head, looking at Seungcheol to see if he’s ok. The airbags went off and your ears are ringing. You reach into your bag and take your gun out. Before pointing to the car, you look around to see if there are people, but it’s pretty deserted at this hour, especially in this part of town.

From behind, you see another car getting closer and stopping next to the car that hit you, you recognize it’s your guys that have been following you all day. They get off their car with guns in their hands, walking to the perpetrators.

But the car’s engine starts and you tell Cheol to go. Your men get back into their car, planning to follow you and finish whoever is attacking you.

You start shooting at the car that’s getting closer and closer.

Seungcheol: What the fuck is going on???

You’re in full fight mode, you don’t register what he’s saying, trying to hit the driver. They manage to reach your car and hit it just a bit, making you yell.

Rua: Push that pedal!

Seungcheol: This is fucking insane! Be careful!

One of their tires explodes, probably your guys shot it from behind, so you take advantage of the situation since there’s enough space between you and them. You push yourself more out the window, telling Seungcheol to hold you by your leg to make sure you don’t fall.

You concentrate, aim and pull the trigger. Right into the driver’s chest or head, you believe. It definitely hit him, the car crashing into some parked cars.

You slowly pull yourself back in the car, tell Cheol he can slow down, in a very calm voice and you just sit back, gun in your hand, that sits on your lap.

Seungcheol: What the actual fuck?

Rua: I got them.

Seungcheol: What do you mean?

Rua: I mean I hope I killed that son of a bitch.

Seungcheol: I can’t believe this is happening.

Rua: Are you ok? Want to stop the car?

Seungcheol: I am not ok, no. But I don’t want to stop, what if others come.

Then your men slowly catch up to your car, driving next to yours, lowering their window to check on you. You give them a thumbs up, signaling them to follow you. And they remain driving closely behind.

You can see Seungcheol’s hands shaking on the steering wheel and you put your hand on his thigh, trying to calm him.

Rua: It’s ok, we’re safe now. We are going to reach my building in a few minutes, pull up through the back entrance. We need to get rid of this car and erase any information about its number registration.

Seungcheol: What? Why?

Rua: They will search for the plate numbers and reach your name.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────••───────•°•❀•°•───────•

In less than 10 minutes you reach The Towers, a few men already waiting at the entrance. You get off the car, Seungcheol going around it to see the damages.

Seungcheol: Fuck! It’s fucked.

Rua: Don’t worry about it, it matters that we’re ok. I’ll give you a new car tomorrow.

Seungcheol: What do you mean you’ll give me a new car tomorrow? What am I, some princess in a romcom?

Rua: If you want to be.

You smile at him and take his hand to pull him toward the elevator.

Seungcheol: You think it’s funny? We could be dead now. What have I got myself into?

You see Jun and Hao running to you, their faces relieved seeing that you’re ok.

Jun: Are you injured?

Rua: No. Get rid of the car and erase anything that links it to Seungcheol.

Minghao: I’ll get right to it.

Rua: And have a car ready in the morning for him to use.

Seungcheol: We haven’t talked about this.

Rua: That’s the best solution, trust me.

He looks at Jun, almost waiting for him to say that this is all going to far, but Jun just shrugs his shoulders.

Jun: She’s the boss and it’s not our first rodeo.

Seungcheol: Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on.

Rua: Let’s go to my apartment, relax and talk.

Minghao: Boss!

You stop yourself and turn to him.

Minghao: I have important news.

Rua: Can it wait?

Minghao: Not really.

Rua: What’s it about?

Minghao: I found out who sent that guy to attack you.

Your face became serious, heart starting to beat faster, waiting to hear Mingyu’s name. It terrified you really. You still didn’t want to believe he would do something like that. You weren’t ready.

Rua: Who?

He sights and gives you the name. You look in shock at Seungcheol, thinking you were so foolish.

[moonlightphilosopher]

1.3 mafia? Never or so I thought…

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Tim Bradford x fem!Reader

R= Reader

Triggers warning: violence

R. Is kid of the leader of the leading mafia in LA. She doesn’t know about those businesses, even though she is 29 she still lives in LA. The businesses are kept secret from her. But one time she say one of those „businesses“ well that one didn’t end well,  since someone a lower ranked mafia guy saw her and after her not knowing who she was and kidnapped her, and instead of bringing her to his leader, he locked her in his basement and kept her for his own „amusement“ (if you don’t understand what I mean your to young) mean while her father started a gang war with a lot of deaths, thinking she was kidnapped by others, but it wasn’t the main reason Ofc the war was actually about power demonstration, territory and money, and the plan was to marry R away to the son of another mafia leader. (R worked first in the Aircraft but was shifted to the navy seals and got high ranked, after the Kidnapping she will soon quit military and go to the police force) any way one night the kidnapper forgot to lock the door, just she was cuffed was a problem but she found near by a nail in the wall and somehow managed to uncufee her and even through she is drained weak and energyless from all the his “amusement”. Ofc her didn’t gave much food or water. Still knowing that it’s her only chance to escape, so she run out of the door and just runs for her live as the kidnapper chases after her. 

Meanwhile at the station Nyla got the case of the victims of the gang war. 

Back to reader who ran, got like a minute lead, she feels that she gets slower and weaker, so she runs to the next door and knocking on the door and ringing the bell in panick, and it’s to see in her face, 

Angela and Wesley are at home when they wake up (because of R.) Angela grabs her gun and looks through the door spy, but as she sees R’s expression , the fear the panic, and hears the screaming and also sees a silhouette coming form behind, so she lets R in. After she closes the door puts the gun away and told Wesley what happened (meanwhile R passed out duo the strains) then they hear a loud bang and see R collapsed on the floor, so she called Tim, who was on a station party, so Wade, John, Aaron, Nyla (and the rest) also heard so all together they went there,

After some time R. Wakes up and Angela starts to question her, but as R is still weak and in a panic mode she just said all the time (RL=Reader’s Lastname) “RL, mafia help”, after some time the rest arrives

Here you take over and I would recommend that James and Nyla are a dream team and Angela and Tim act more like siblings

maybe you also can check out my posts, I will do my best to tip my ideas, as I want to share it with you. But if you want me to build a storyline up for a generous topic feel free to ask chat request or comment, and I would be happy about feedback, things I can do better or things you like about. 

[sportswriters]

nope, no favorites around here - j. drury

pairing: jack drury x female!reader | f, slight a | co-workers to lovers | wc: 716 | warnings: mentions of jack fighting on the ice | 🖊: namu

welcome post!

y/n’s part of the medical team of the carolina hurricanes. she has a great relationship with the players since it's her job to do check-ups before and after the games.

one fine day, she almost collapses while watching jack getting into a fight with the opponent. the crowd is loud, the guys on the bench are shocked and impressed at the same time. jack dropping the gloves mid game? that's rare. she hates it.

“i don't care if you won, i don't care if it hypes up the crowd, i don't care if it's normal in this sport. are you freaking dumb?”

she's distracted until she notices jack watching her with a smug smile on his face, not even slightly offended by her rant. y/n freezes.

“sorry, shouldn't have gone that far.”

“it's alright, it's a valid worry to have… as someone from the medical team.” jack absolutely knows there's more to it, but he's having fun. she's adorable.

“of course.” she nods. “medical concerns only.”

at home, she starts overthinking about her relationship with jack, wondering if people might be seeing too much. i'm kind and attentive to everyone, right? oh, no, what if they think jack's my favorite? that's awful!

the next day, she goes to work completely self-conscious of her own actions. she greets everyone trying not to be suspicious as she almost sprints to her office. she takes care of the paperwork from the previous day and take notes of what the boss left for her. when practice time arrives, the players come around to do a quick check-up before going to the ice. she has other doctors with her, but somewhere inside she knows jack is going to her cubicle.

he does. jack walks peacefully to his favorite doctor assistant — knowing that there are a few others available —, but what catches him out of guard is how professional she’s acting. well, of course she always does her job correctly, but never this cold, this far — far from him. y/n does every step of the check-up carefully, trusting she’s great at hiding her thoughts from her expressions. they seem to be eating her up inside, that’s why she looks so focused on not messing it up.

“you alright? you look restless,” jack asks, genuinely concerned.

“all great, just got a lot on my plate today,” she replies, eyes on the clipboard with his informations. “good practice, jack. don’t come back here anytime soon.”

y/n turns her back at him to hide her frown, regretting her words. she just needs him to leave so she can breathe properly.

“thought i was your favorite patient.” he tries to lighten the mood. he really doesn’t want it to end that fast, but regrets it a second after, because when their eyes meet, she’s terrified.

“what? nope, no favorites around here. i treat every player equally. have you heard something about it?”

“hey, don’t worry, i was kidding.” jack watches her posture relax. “i promise to do my best only to come here to see you, is that okay?”

y/n freezes. what the hell is going on, right now?

“look, i like talking to you, alright? i’m not a fan of pain and bandages as well, i just don’t mind coming here when i know i’ll be seeing your pretty face.” jack decides to keep talking, afraid you’ll make any assumptions. “and i don’t want you to overthink that i’m giving mixed signs. so, y/n, i’d really like to take you on a date if you allow me.”

“yes. wait.” she covers her mouth then her face in embarrassment. jack softens, his smile grows bigger.

he waits patiently for her. in fact, he’d love to cup her cheeks on his own hands, but that’s hopefully for another day.

“i mean, yeah, it would be nice to go out with you,” she answers, holding a smile as best as she can. “but now i think you should go. wouldn’t wanna mess the queue and get me fired, right?”

he chuckles. there she is, the y/n that got him infatuated.

“of course. see you later, then?”

“don’t even dare getting a scratch on purpose, you hear me?”

“even though you’re adorable when you’re worried?”

“get out of my face right now!”

[jaemlonfz]

MOVIE STAR

jaehyun x fem!reader

tw: english isnt my first language correct me if theres any mistakes actors!au, sex, jaehyun is kinda rude at first but gets cute at the end, creampie, sex on the couch, unprotected sex but please wrap yourself, I didn't proofread, if I have errors, help me, idk if there more.

wc: 2,9k

synopsis: you get really shy after a makeout scene with jaehyun, on your new kdrama and he makes a way of you get over it - or get even more shy.

author's note: i posted this last year and im editing it so looks better, english isnt my mother tongue so im sorry if theres any mistakes

movie star - cix

Last year was a wonderful year for your career, getting the attention you wanted and completely fair to your work, you finally started to see your career take off like a rocket. It was thanks to the second drama you did, having the role of the protagonist's best friend, the few scenes that you were the protagonist made many people appreciate your talent and started calling you for several series and films. This is one of them.

This new drama consisted of you as the lead, the famous Jeong Jaehyun as the second lead, and Hwang In-Youp as the second romance option. The script was really that common drama thing, it has a plot between two rival CEOs - you and Jaehyun - and your secretary - In-Youp. But the story at the end is about who you would end up with, and in this case it's Jaehyun.

His personality on camera is surprising, he managed to be a brat in person, even though he is the grandson of a CEO of a large company.

After several recordings, the satisfying last episodes arrived, a bit of a reward for those who were tense during the entire drama. In case you and Jaehyun finally act like a romantic couple, and that's where our problem comes in.

There was one scene in particular, after a long day of bad luck you come home and collapse in bed tired. When Jaehyun plans to make a surprise visit to your apartment and he finds you totally tense, lying face down on the bed he decides to treat you. The tiring night turned into something super fun, with movies and popcorn, something simple and pure.

Until the TV light tired their eyes, so they decided to sleep. The thing is, none of them could sleep a wink. Even though the night was fun, the concerns of your work came to the fore when you remembered that you would step in that place again, and in Jaehyun's head, there was no intense thought, but images of you rolling in slow motion, making it clear that he was extremely grateful and lucky to have you.

Moonlight illuminated the room, and two people awake while the clock read 1:27 in the morning, and you couldn't take it anymore. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, you can't sleep either?" He asked and you soon grumbled in response. Undoing the shell, you turned it to face him.

"What's going on in your head, is it insomnia again?" Innocent words come out of your mouth

"You're on my mind, that's why I can't sleep" He smiled breathing heavily. Approaching without noticing, when he noticed he was already glued to his body. Now with both heavy breaths he decided to close the path, kissing her mouth for minutes that felt like a few more hours. Kissing down her neck and neck of her breasts. His breathing was a lot heavier now.

The scene was in the script. You had to record it, but this kiss was so sincere, Jaehyun had his hands on your precious waist, moving his thumbs in circles making you shiver just thinking about it.

Thank God that the producers shouted that the take was over, as the scene was on the brink of going off script. When you heard the warning, you got out from under the covers and ran to your dressing room. Taking a deep breath and mentally hammering that it was just a scene, and apparently there would be no need to redo it.

After a few minutes of the incident, you were already in the dressing room, with an iced americano on top of the dressing table, when someone knocked on the door. Screaming they can come in you were amazed when the director entered with Jaehyun in your small room.

'Thanks to your coworker here we are going to make some changes to the script, putting in more mature scenes. After everything the characters have been through they deserve a little bit." He finished the sentence and left the room leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

Your cheeks and ears were the deepest shade of red and you were blinking hard trying to believe this was just a dream.

When Jaehyun really stopped imagining what the additions to the script would be, he looked at you, and saw your face as red as a strawberry.

"It's just a scene." He said laughing. "You think you can't do it? The most pleasurable scene of all and you'll have to call your stunt double?"

He moved closer and closer, never giving your cheeks a chance to return to their normal tone.

"Are you going to have to call a stunt double just because you're too embarrassed to give yourself up to me?" He laughed, releasing the cold air on your neck. "Where's your professionalism?"

Now Jaehyun looked exactly like the character. Arrogant with a sky-high ego, but a hottie. And you were like your character too, always with red ears and extremely hurt by your teasing, but you changed the script - at least you tried - took your still arms out of place and grabbed Jaehyun's chest trying to throw him away, but failing miserably, as he had now taken ypur hands and bent down to kiss the palms of both.

"I'll see you soon." He whispered in her ear and gave a peck seconds before walking out the door.

Your heart was racing, and after that damned conversation you had to play the part without calling in any backup, just to prove something to that damn brat.

In the new scene, you were lying on the sofa while Jaehyun's hands explored your neck, slowly sliding down, his lips were sealed to yours and your hair was completely messed up, but in such a sexy way that you wanted to die.

Seconds later his hands descended to her waist and his lips slipped in the lap of your breasts, his face was bright and his eyes completely dark. When the director shouted "Cut!" you practically jumped off the couch like crazy and ran without even hearing feedback on your acting.

Since then the scenes have become much more difficult to record, your heart has been racing more and more and the amount of times you stutter seems abnormal. A few weeks ago you and Jaehyun were practically best friends, at the end of every recording you would go out drinking and having fun, but now you leave him as soon as the take is over and he definitely noticed.

-

"How can my lead actress run away from me like that" - Jaehyun said entering your dressing room and locking the door. From the look on his face he had plotted something and was close to executing his new plan.

Your face has already turned red remembering those lips wandering over your neck, stuttering uncontrollably you started to walk backwards until you hit the wall.

I know what happened to you, and that's pretty sweet to be honest - He followed you like a magnet follows metal, soon joining you by the wall.

His bare muscular arm - thanks to the blessed tank top he decided to wear today - was resting on the wall next to your reddened face.

"The directors are starting to complain, saying that your acting and professionalism has gone downhill" He said with those pink lips at the tip of your ear.

"If it continues like this they will end the series, and end the contract." Now he kissed your ear. "I know how to solve this."

That was his plan. And you knew it, but you were tempted. Did your career just take off and it's about to crash? You were lucky when you signed the company papers as it was one of the biggest in Korea. But now that was a disadvantage, if they fire you they'll spread it all over the press and you'll end up broke. So you fell for Jaehyun's miserable plan.

How would you solve this? - Your voice trembled along your legs.

"If you fuck with me, you'll lose the embarrassment of kissing me in front of the cameras." He said kissing down and biting your neck.

"We don't have more kissing scenes." You complained while giving space to Jaehyun, who was about to fit his knee between your legs.

"But I can change that. Again." Now he looked into your eyes, going through your physical body being able to see even your soul. "Do you want my help?"

Jaehyun's dark eyes pleaded with you without saying anything. And you couldn't deny or nod. You only managed to kiss that pretty mouth without saying anything.

In a matter of seconds you are pressed firmly against the wall, your hands on Jaehyun's neck, scratching, and his hands are divided. One on your neck trying to pull you closer and the other squeezing your waist.

Your eyes were closed, but when the kiss broke and you went to admire Jaehyun, your vision was blurrier than the streets when covered in fog. That was Jaehyun's effect on you.

It covered you like smoke leaving you dizzy, without vision and any senses.

And in that not seeing straight, you just felt your weight being carried to the couch. You were sitting normally, if not counting the fact that your chair was Jaehyun's lap. You tried to sloppily kiss him again, but that was impossible with your shirt between your faces.

She was being lifted up so they could have a perfect view of your bra covered chest - which was left there for now.

Now the kiss was successfully conceived now that you was shirtless. Your legs spread between Jaehyun's thick thighs were in constant motion up and down his lap. Until everything stopped.

"You look beautiful with those jeans, I don't even want to take them off." Jaehyun bit his lower lip as he said those words.

"But I'm so looking forward to seeing the color of your panties, especially what they hide" Now he would throw you on the couch. Turning you over, putting your back on the pillow.

Kissing your breasts you can't help but encourage him. "Light pink, with a little bow." You whispered in the brunette's ear.

You can feel his smile in the valley of your boobs . That while he was still there, because seconds later his mouth was somewhere else.

With sloppy moans accompanying another confusing kiss you could feel Jaehyun's cold hands go down to the bottom of your pants, then down as well.

Your tight jeans - which enhanced your ass in an absurd way - were already somewhere else, because now all Jaehyun admired was you, your bra - which honestly he doesn't know why he hasn't taken it off yet - and your light pink panties, which at the moment was already in another tone due to the humidity of your pussy.

Reading the brunette's thoughts, you grabbed the boy's strong arms and helped him unclasp your bra. Now with your breasts flying in his sight, he shifted again. Repeating the position leaving you in his lap. You wiggled around in his black jeans - specifically in the tent next to his belly. - His hands resting on the back of the couch and your head leaning back releasing the most pornographic moans ever seen while Jaehyun sucked your breasts like a child.

Biting the nipple and sucking the round - relatively large - while groping the other, making a switch in a few minutes.

Your cunt was now throbbing and trying to behave by squeezing into nothingness. Jaehyun - you just meowed and that was all it took for him to notice. Your nails itched and pulled Jaehyun's shirt off, giving you the pleasure of scratching that chest.

Back played on the couch, you breathed hard rolling your eyes just feeling the wind in your hot pussy.

In a flash you saw Jaehyun tucking the pink fabric into his pocket, and then you saw his head ducking into its warmth.

The pleasure that Jaehyun's mouth would bring to your body is something unimaginable and surprisingly unique. No one would ever dare to do like him. The tongue you've kissed many times was kissing somewhere else, but it kept being sloppy making everything more fun.

Your head was empty, and you were meaningless - other than the warmth and affection received between your legs - so the noise you made was so loud, but you didn't even care. After all I just felt like moaning like a bitch when Jaehyun told you.

"Were you a porn star before taking on this role? You moan like one." Aggressive words were thrown at you, but that still didn't stop you from continuing like a whore.

You've been close since he started labor, but when his tongue starts teasing your soft spot, your clit, you freak out.

Tired of listening to you exposing to the world how good he was, his arm fumbled in the pockets until he found the pink fabric. Tucking the wet panties into your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the sensitive hole, you climaxed with teary eyes.

"Now shut up." He said lifting your pussy and taking the tissue from your throat. "I want my souvenir back."

He said and kissed you, spreading the taste of your pussy all over your mouth.

Jaehyun was so naughty and so precious at the same time. It's been months since you had any kind of relationship, and even with the rude words Jaehyun didn't hurt you.

You were almost freaking out because he made you feel so good without even doing the full job - untill now.

Innovating the position now only you were sitting on the couch. Your knees were propped up on your chest giving a magnificent view of your swollen pussy.

Jaehyun was quick to get out of his dark jeans and underwear, spitting onto his pre-cum wet dick, in a matter of seconds you could feel him getting into position.

"Open your legs please." - Surprisingly he begged, and you gave in so easily. Whimpering in response and the icy contact you obeyed by stretching your legs.

"If you feel pain let me know." - He said kissing her lip. Jaehyun is so readable now. His brows were furrowed and he was biting his lip so hard it looked like any second it would bleed. On the other hand, they felt like they were tearing you apart.

Jaehyun's thick cock invaded you completely, every firm breath you took, your insides tightened, and you both suffered from it. You swore you saw Jaehyun shake, and he swore he looked like he was going to explode.

You closed your eyes tightly when you got used to it. Head shaking when Jaehyun was free to move.

Now it was you who was trembling. Jaehyun reached you in full when standing still, now in motion you came in a few moves.

It fit so well, and you felt magnificent, and seconds later, the news was coming. Its liquid exploded on Jaehyun who had to hold back from doing the same in less than 3 minutes inside.

You were already getting used to it. Getting used to swinging full length when Jaehyun hammered you. Your head bobbing back and forth, your hands destroying his pecs - thanks to your beautiful nails - and your boobs bouncing. It was already perfect, you were going to arrive for the third time and possibly pass out thanks to your fog, until everything changed

Jaehyun in a matter of seconds he lifted your thigh and rested his knee on your shoulder, invading you even more. The tip of his cock destroyed the beginning of your womb, and your bleary eyes changed. The cloud has changed.

Your head was spinning and you were seeing stars, you squeezed when you felt your third one coming, and this time Jaehyun felt the same.

You broke out in a cold sweat when he came on you. He shot all his flavor inside you, he made you a pie. And then your squirt came hard.

Your waters dripped from your eyes and your pussy. You cried when he laughed and said you were extremely hot while you came.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk that much when I was inside you." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked over to your dressing table to grab the wet wipes packet.

"I was very concentrated, I wanted to impress you" He laughed as he walked back to your side.

You who had already closed your legs in shame had red cheeks when he opened it again. It was impossible not to moan as he cleaned you up. Jaehyun looked like an angel between her legs.

"Thank you so much." He kissed your thigh.

-

You were already dressed - you were still without your panties - when he sat next to you on the couch.

"I'm sorry about the couch too, it must have been uncomfortable for you, such a small place." - He fed his addiction of kissing your cheek. "Go out with me tomorrow and we'll finish in my bed, it's much bigger."

He turned your face giving another kiss, but this time on your mouth.

"What time do you pick me up?" You replied laughing shyly.

You were definitely not embarrassed to be around him anymore. And you didn't even notice the change.

His plans always worked.

@jaemlonfz 2023

[wonlvures]

𐙚 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𐙚

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: boyfriend!sunghoon x girlfriend!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, comfort

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you’ve had a long, rough day and had sunghoon cheer you up for the rest of the day :)

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this is my first ever post on here so please don’t judge :)

You had one of those days—the kind where everything feels like it’s out of sync. From the moment you woke up, it felt like the world was working against you: the bus was late, your morning coffee spilled, and your workday was filled with never-ending meetings. By the time you finally got home, you were physically drained, your mind running in circles, and all you wanted was to collapse on the couch and forget the day even happened.

But as soon as you stepped through the door, everything changed.

The soft, familiar hum of music greeted you first. It was the playlist you two always listen to when you need to unwind—a mix of chill beats and your favorite tracks. The warmth of the lights made the apartment feel cozy, and in that instant, you could almost feel the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away.

Before you even had a chance to take off your shoes, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Sunghoon, with his usual calm but warm demeanor, appeared at your side. He was already smiling, his eyes soft with concern.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice full of understanding. Without waiting for an answer, he gently took your bag from your shoulders and set it down by the door.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get a word out, he led you over to the couch, his hand resting lightly on your back. "Sit down. I’ve got something for you," he said with a playful grin.

You sank into the cushions, grateful for the chance to relax. Sunghoon, always so thoughtful, returned a moment later with a warm cup in his hands. "I made your favorite drink," he said, handing it to you like it was the most natural thing in the world. The smell of the caramel latte, sweet and comforting, instantly lifted your spirits.

You took a sip, the warmth spreading through you, and let out a long sigh. It felt like the chaos of the day had faded the moment you stepped into his care.

“How did you know I was craving this?” you asked, looking at him in surprise.

He smiled, shrugging slightly. “I remember you said something about it a few days ago, and I thought you might need a little pick-me-up.”

You couldn't help but smile back, touched by his attentiveness. Sunghoon had this way of making you feel like you were the most important person in his world, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed without you even having to ask.

As you sat there, sipping your drink and talking about the day, Sunghoon listened quietly. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t offer advice unless you asked for it—he just sat there, his gaze never wavering from you, his quiet presence a steady comfort. He had a way of making you feel heard, as if your thoughts and feelings were worth more than anything else in the world.

After a few minutes of conversation, he stood up and walked over to the side table. You watched as he picked something up, a small piece of paper. When he turned back to you, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’ve got something planned for this weekend,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. “It’s a surprise, but I want you to have it.” He handed you the note, which you unfolded carefully.

It was a hand-drawn map of a park, with an “X” marking a spot. "We’re going for a picnic," Sunghoon said, his tone light but with a soft sincerity. “I thought we could just relax, enjoy the weather, and maybe bring your favorite snacks.”

Your heart warmed at the thought. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a simple day outdoors. But the fact that Sunghoon had taken the time to think about it, to plan something just for you, made it feel incredibly special.

“I love it,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

He smiled shyly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “It’s nothing. I just want you to be happy.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening together—quiet moments, laughter, and small gestures of affection. Sunghoon was always so in tune with you, noticing when you were tired or when you needed a little space, but also quick to offer comfort when you needed it. There was a perfect balance in the way he cared for you: never overbearing, but always present.

Later, when you sat on the couch, he pulled you closer, your legs tangled together. He rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. You could hear the soft rhythm of his breathing, and for a moment, there was just peace between you.

“You’re the best,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair.

He chuckled, a soft, affectionate sound. “You say that now, but wait until I’m snoring on our picnic date this weekend.”

You laughed, nudging him gently. “I won’t mind. I’ll just bring extra snacks for myself.”

The teasing continued, but beneath the playful banter, there was a quiet, undeniable bond between you both. Sunghoon’s loyalty, his unwavering support, and the way he always had your back made you feel like you were never alone, no matter what was going on in your life.

As the night grew late, you stood up, stretching your arms overhead. "I should probably get some rest," you said, already knowing how tomorrow would feel if you didn’t get some sleep.

Sunghoon stood with you, his hand instinctively finding yours. “I’ll walk you to bed,” he said softly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to take care of you, even in the smallest of ways.

You smiled up at him, the affection in your heart for him growing stronger by the minute. Sunghoon wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was your safe space, your constant, the person who made every day a little easier to face, simply by being there.

As he tucked you into bed that night, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The world outside could be chaotic, but with him, everything felt calm and right.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, as he kissed the top of your head. “Always.”

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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary: Daemon eases your fears and worries.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

“Are you alright?” Emma's voice was filled with concern as she asked you if you were okay, noticing the distress that was evident on your face. The two of you had just left Lily's house, and Emma could sense the negative effect it had on you.

“I'm fine..just want to go home” Emma sighed as you said that. She could tell that you were not alright, but she didn't know how to help without you opening up to her.

“Y/n I know you have always liked him but him and Lily have always been this way..they fight, fuck other people and then get back to each other.. don't you remember how he treated you on the ship after he slept with you?” you turned your head to look at her as she said that. Emma's words had struck a chord in your heart, reminding you of the awful morning when Daemon had completely dismissed you post the one night stand .

“Yeah? Always huh? How many times have they survived a ship sinking incident before? How many times before Daemon was left stranded on an island with someone else? This is not the same thing..why it's so hard for you guys to understand” you got visibly agitated as you finished your sentence, your voice raised as you tried to express that you and Daemon weren't just a fling.

“I'm just trying to protect you..” she mumbled softly so you sighed.

“I know but I also know what I'm doing..do you have any idea what I have been through with Daemon on that Island? You can't just get over that stuff and move on with your life as if nothing happened. He …he knows me..I know him..six months ..we were .. everything to each other” your eyes teared up and you hated how weak you felt in the moment. You always felt this way whenever Daemon was in the picture.

“But he's not on that Island anymore and neither are you..he's back here in the actual world where Lily is”

You didn't say anything as she said that. After what Lily had said about him fucking her last night and seeing things from Emma's perspective you felt hurt and worried. You asked him clearly if he had fucked her and he said no, did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you and hurt you like that?

“Do you want me to find a job for you? Dalton was asking about you” she said as she pulled the car in your driveway so you took your seat belt off, you just wanted to go home and cry.

“Not right now, last time you hooked me up with a job ..things didn't work out so well”

You heard the literal gasp she let out as you jabbed at her. That was mean and uncalled for but anger was bubbling inside you at the moment and Daemon wasn't there to take it.

You entered your bedroom, exhausted from the emotional upheaval. As you collapsed onto your bed, you noticed a missed call and a few text messages from Daemon on your phone. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone and opened the message.

You didn't want to ignore him and you certainly didn't want to hurt him by making assumptions about him, he told you something and you wanted to believe him but insecurities from the past ran deep and this wouldn't be the first time a man would cheat your trust like this. Instead of wrestling with your thoughts you dialed his number instead,

“Am I being ignored?” He asked as soon as he picked up so you sighed.

“Why would you say that?”

“What did she say to you..love?” his tone of voice made it clear that he was genuinely concerned.

“Where are you?” you asked him nonchalantly, your voice didn't really hold any emotion at the moment.

“I'm with my lawyer, had to discuss uhhh.. some fortune related complexities..are you back at your place?” He enquired so you barely hummed in response “Can I come see you?”

“You don't have to ask me” he chuckled as you said that,

“I'm trying to be more civilized and less of a caveman”

“Don't you want to go see Lily?” you asked him with sarcasm and envy dripping from your tone.

“Not right now, I want her to move on.. darling.. whatever she said to you that's making you all squeaky and snappy at me .. I will fix it yeah? And then you're going to fix me” you couldn't help but bite on your lip as his words made you feel slightly bashful.

“Okay” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line as you mumbled a short response again.

Half an hour later as you opened the door and saw Daemon standing there, with his arms behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his face, you felt your heart skip a beat. The peach ribbed shirt he was wearing just added to his charm, it made you want to snuggle against him. Despite your feelings for him, the idea of him breaking your trust and lying to you was breaking your heart in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine.

The only reason why you weren't crying yourself to sleep for the past two days was because of him, the past month when you both were avoiding each other was difficult to say the least. The nightmares about drowning in the ocean had become a frequent occurrence, leaving you feeling frightened and restless. The fact that he was the only thing preventing you from giving in to the emotional distress that had been haunting you was both a comfort and a burden. But he was the only one who truly understood you because he was there suffering with you.

“Flowers for the beautiful lady” he held one of his hands forward to present you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers so you grabbed it and took in their scent “Chocolates” he then brought his other hand forward so you grabbed the box and went into your room, acting like a petulant child, it didn't do anything to deter him, he actually found you adorable like this.

He was expecting a kiss and a hug but this morning when you had told him that you were tagging along with Emma to visit Lily, he was terrified, not because he had anything to hide from you but because he knew as a matter of fact that she'd try to fill your head against him to drive wedge between you both. He was well aware of her vindictive ways when she was scorned like this.

“We need to stop meeting like that at your door” he mumbled as he entered the bedroom door and you were already on the bed with your face down into the pillow.

You felt his lips trail up from your calves to your hamstrings and he spent a good minute on your ass cheeks before he kissed up from the small of your back very slowly. Shivers ran down your spine as he moved up and pulled your hair aside to kiss your nape. You turned around to look at him and your teary eyes rendered his heart, your delicate features always softened him.

“If it wasn't for us being stranded on that Island you'd never date me would you?” You asked him as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers, you always feared that your connection with him was rooted in the shared trauma of the island and would fizzle soon.

“Yeah that might be true but not because there's something wrong with you or that you're not insanely attractive but because I wouldn't really get to know you like this..so intimately in every possible way”

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your chest, resting right above your heart, and you couldn't help but feel the burst of emotions.

His hand then drifted under your skirt as he leaned down to kiss you lovingly, palms wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into him so you sighed and closed your eyes to feel him close.

“You used to visit Paradise with Emma ” your eyes snapped open as he mentioned that.

Paradise was the name of the club The Dragonriders played at frequently and you used to go there on weekends before you even took the job on Utopia. “I'd often watch you dance from afar..you never even looked at me back then you know.. didn't even notice me” he mumbled softly in your ears so you cupped his cheeks again.

“I didn't know you..you were just a stranger”

“Exactly darling.. sometimes you have to learn the person inside out to truly appreciate them. I know i was unfair and cruel to you after that night we had spent together but it was my immaturity speaking..now i know better” you sighed as he said that, your hands sneaked inside his shirt as he leaned into you for a kiss again. He was irresistible at all times but especially when he was on top of you like this.

“You look cute in your pretty little skirt baby, my brave girl ..now are you going to sulk some more or you'd tell me what it is she said to you that is messing with your head?” he asked you, his voice was still gentle but firmer this time. You didn't want to beat around the bush either.

“She told me that you made love to her last night after you dropped her off and then later on she went into detail about how magical it was for both of you”

He looked at you intensely for a moment before he chuckled slightly as if he had it coming..

Somehow that reaction eased your fear, it was Lily's words against the man you had faced the worst of life with. If he was going to tell you that he hadn't fucked her then you'd have to believe him.

You'd have to put your faith in him because he deserved that much from you..

“Do you know why I came so hard inside you last night?” he asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again.

“Whyy?”

“Because it has been a full day since I had done that.. since I had felt you around me so intimately. I might be an uncivilized animal at times but I'd never hurt you like that. Especially not you ..not after everything we have been through together”

You cupped his cheeks and your fingers ran through his scalp as he said that, his words felt sincere and a part of you believed him wholly, something made you believe that Daemon would never hurt you like that no matter what.

“You're not an uncivilized animal…just my big burly Cavemon” a smile graced his features as you cooed at him.

“Believe me yeah?”

“Okay.. sorry”

“Shhh it's not your fault..”

“No I'm sorry she said that about you and i believed her because I'm afraid and insecure”

“We all are at times..i fixed the problem..now you fix me” you giggled as he tickled your stomach with his fingers.

“Stahp ..it's almost my second day now..there will be clumps and stuff coming out of my goodies” he looked at you intently as you said that, his eyes darkened with consumable lust.

“If you intended for that to disgust me..it's not working”

“Your kinks are kinky..have you always had this one?” you questioned as you lifted your head up to kiss his neck.

“Not until you..”

“But you fucked your ex on her cycle”

“Not for the kink”

“It's just strange for me…my ex was disgusted just by me mentioning my period clumps”

“What an imbecile huh?

You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he made you sit up along with him.

“We are doing this my way today” you mumbled as you took your crop top and skirt off, Daemon got off the bed and he quickly undressed himself with the speed of lighting, when he climbed back on the bed you removed your underwear and threw it on the floor,

“You won't mind if I bleed on you right?”

“Fuck darling …noo” he almost moaned at the picture you had painted for him, you climbed on his lap and sat yourself down on his cock slowly, inch by inch, he wasn't really an average man in length or girth so you needed to go slow for your own sake, his legs splayed out on the bed as you submerged him completely and he placed his hands around your hips as you moved in circles slowly. His head swayed backwards and moans spilled from his throat as you worked your hips back and forth.

“I noticed you..” you mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him so he opened his eyes and looked at you all perplexed. He looked cute like this, all fucked out and pleasured the way he deserved to be pleasured.

“Mmm?”

“In the club..i noticed you..but you always had your eyes on her”

“Darling, do you believe in fate?” his voice came out in whispers as the sensation grew in the pit of his stomach,

“Not really”

“I do”

“Why?”

“I just do..I think it was fate that brought us together. Why do you think we were accommodated right next to each other when all the people we knew were a deck below from us?”

“Duuh management”

“Was it management that left us stranded together on that Island?” his fingers dug into your hips as he helped you hop on top of him.

“No it was my stupidity”

“Mmm really? You want to tell me that those strong waves somehow managed to bring us together on that very same island where we collapsed not even six feet apart from each other because of you? And both of us miraculously lived through it while none of those other people survived?”

“I don't know what to say..you're romanticizing the tragedy” his fingers curled into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you before he spoke,

“I have earned the right to do so ..now be a good girl and fucking cum with me”

You kissed him hungrily and the rest of the rebuttals you had didn't really come out as you fell apart in his arms as soon as you felt his warm cum filling you up to the brim. He placed his head on your chest as you both recovered from the euphoria but it lasted a good while.

Your head felt fuzzy as you had never been fucked this good, sex had never been so satisfying before. It was as if your body connected to him on a much deeper level than just physical, sex with him transcended you and filled you with intense emotional and mental release.

“If you pull out right now I'd ruin my bed so take me to the shower alright?” He chuckled briefly before he dragged his shapely arse off the bed and took you to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and as soon as he pulled out, his cum mixed with your blood spilled out of your freshly fucked cunt. His cock was absolutely bloody as well and you heard him gasp as he glanced at it. His fingers immediately caressed your lips as he cleaned the mess between your legs so you fisted his cock and returned the favor.

“I missed one therapy session and I was a major bitch to Emma this morning” you mumbled as you came back to reality from the mind numbing orgasm you had experienced just now..

“What did you do?”

“You know how they keep telling us in therapy to not blame other people for what happened as it was nobody's fault?” He nodded as you said that while he rubbed the body wash between his palm and turned you around to scrub your back.

“I think I did just that and I feel awful”

“Mmmm then apologize sweetheart and talk it out…these things happen amongst friends. I called Cole this morning to wish him for the birthday and we had a chat, he understands me better now”

“It's his birthday today?”

“Yup and we are invited, I'm sure he'd text you about it”

You hummed as he said that, as you placed your head down on his chest he wrapped his arms around you while you two enjoyed the hot shower in the comfort of your bathroom. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you imagined yourself being back at the island with him but you were only thinking about the times that weren't so awful, like bathing with him in the sea and walking around the woods in search for fruits, and most of all sleeping all huddled together on the bed of leaves every night.

You missed that, you really did miss it at times.

“Daemon?’

“What would you like for your birthday?” you asked him as you realized it would come soon as well, you were on the island when you turned 27, he had gone out of his way to collect fresh coconut water and had made a fruit platter for you which was more than enough on that forsaken place.

“I want your trust and faith in me” you turned around as he said that and kissed him softly.

Besides he was planning something to surprise you with instead, he had a meeting with his lawyer for the same reason and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.

“And i want to take you somewhere with me” he said to you

“Mmmm where?” You giggled as your heart skipped a beat. You just hoped he wasn't going to take you to meet his family just yet. It felt too soon for that.

“It's going to be a surprise, hence the trust and faith demand“

“I trust you baby” his lips curved into a sweet smile as you said that.

The plan moving forward was to take a nap with him and it was very cozy until he began shivering in his sleep, telltale sign of a nightmare and you knew what it was about, it was about that night in the woods that he had spent all alone without you, he deeply struggled with the memory of the night and it was very hard on him so you know he was reliving the same trauma in his sleep. Or that's what you thought.

You didn't know that he was having a nightmare but not about being stranded in the woods but about you being bitten by that spider, he always had a nightmare about that night where instead of you being alright the next morning he saw your dead lifeless body and he was left all alone without his brave girl by his side.

When he woke up he pretended as if he wasn't affected by the nightmare in the slightest and asked you to get ready as you were both invited to the Paradise for Cole's birthday. Luckily Lily wasn't there because of her injury but the group had decided to visit her post drinking.

When you reached hand in hand with him, it felt a little awkward, people who recognised you kept staring and you felt like an animal in the zoo. The attention was uncomfortable, as you just wanted to blend in with the other people and enjoy the evening without the scrutiny.

Life had changed in more ways than one, at times you were not even Daemon or y/n, you were just that couple that was stranded on an island for six months. Whenever you were out in public, people would inevitably make reference to your story, and you found yourself being treated like a celebrity. You felt objectified though as if there was nothing more to you anymore than what you had suffered.

After greeting Cole as you spotted Emma you walked towards her.

“How's D?” She asked you so you looked at her confused for a moment.

“Daemon? He's doing okay umm-”

“No the Dick..how's his dick..is it as good as rumored?” she asked you as she crossed her arms so you pulled her into a hug.

“I'm sorry em.. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when you were just looking out for me”

Your eyes teared up as you spoke to her so she hugged you as tightly as you were hugging her.

“It's okay..I get that..they tell me not to take it personally..you both have been through something none of us can imagine living through” you looked down as she said that.

“That's not an excuse to lash out but I'll be careful i promise..now let's get drunk..it's been a while and you're going to reveal every tea about Aemond” she blushed bright red as you whispered the last part in her ear. You were happy for her, she deserved someone making her happy and gleeful like this.

A band was performing in the club and you noticed how Daemon kept looking at them while they played as if wondering about his own time on the stage, you knew he missed singing and being up there.

Afterwards when the group decided to go see Lily you chose to opt out but Daemon insisted and pleaded until you gave in, perhaps seeing him with you would finally make her back off a little bit and she'd realize that Daemon has moved on from their toxic relationship.

However as you all turned up at her place you saw a man leaving her house, you recognised him even though nobody else did, it was one of the major crew members at Queen Utopia, Danny something, you didn't remember his full name but he was the man Lily was with that night. He handled the maintenance of the cargo area.

As he walked past you he looked you right in the eye, you saw something in those eyes but you couldn't put your finger on it.

They always told you to not put blame on anyone as the tragedy was nobody's fault but what if it was somebody's fault? And what if it was Danny who had something to do with it?

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Trolls - Burning Branches au - Part 3 Aftermath

Okay so if anyone has not read the other posts on this AU, I highly suggest you do. Believe me this will be much more fun with context. The previous posts are by the same title, minus the "Part 3". I will also be tagging all of them with the title after posting this.

Char = Branch

Lets get into it...

When we last left of the Family Harmony was complete and the V-Twins were being carted off to jail. Char and Poppy kissed and wondered if they could finally get married now.

Then Floyd collapsed. The troll literally had the life drained out of him for two months, he is not walking away from that with just a new hair style. This sends the happy moment into one of panic. Floyd does not wake up when prompted, and not even when the other moved him on to Rhonda. It's clear he needs a doctor, but none on Mount Rageonus know troll physiology, so they need to leave as soon as possible.

But where will they go? Anywhere is still few days drive, and there is barely any supplies on Rhonda. No food. There was water but not enough for everyone. And most importantly no medicine beyond a very old, very basic first-aid kit John had for gotten about. Barb and Bruce stay behind to make sure Floyd doesn't die (and make sure Tiny takes a nap). Floyd has a seizure and Barb steps in taking control of the situation with Bruce freezes. Bruce asks her how she knew to tend to someone who's sick, and Barb explains that Char used to have them as a kid and she was usually the one who nursed Char through his head aches, and when he got sick from the volcanic fumes. This leads to bonding between the two of them, and Bruce starts to think of Barb as his little sister too.

When the others get back, John and Clay kind of freak out about the seizure when told. Trips home can wait they need a doctor. Rock territory is closeted and the doctor that treated Char originally is still around and on call. Still few days drive, but it's the best guess they got.

When Floyd finally wakes up he's a mess. Exhausted, nauseous, with a killer head ache. It's also in the middle of the night, and everyone is still asleep. Well, everyone except Poppy and Char. They were still up due to some shared insomia, and discussing their re-do wedding plans. Floyd's perception of things are still hazy, so he's calling Char by Branch and not noticing the latter's discomfort over the name. Still Char helps alleviates Floyd migraine so he can go back to sleep. Floyd asks how Char would know that it would work, Char says it works for me. Floyd would continue to ponder that, until he passes back out.

When they get back into Rock Kingdom territory, Floyd is taken into the hospital rather quickly, and is put on supportive devices, to combat server malnutrition, dehydration, and oxygen just incase. Brain scans, reveal scaring on his brain from several concussions that went untreated. The source of his seizures, and possibly other symptoms that have yet to show themselves. Once he's conscious he reports of, numbness, pain and tingling in his legs and is looking at possible nerve damage.

During this time, with the help of Barb, Bruce manages to get a letter out to his family explaining what was going on and it would be little longer until he was home. Char and Barb re-unite with their Dad and Riff. And the rest are just trying to make sense of everything.

Floyd has, at least one of his brothers with him at all times. When he's awake they talk and bond, and when he's asleep they comfort his nightmares. He notices that Char isn't there most of the time (he's out making princely announcements explaining the situation and dealing with some back-lash about "returning to his own kind" from some of the less accepting citizens), and is worried that his Brother is mad at him for not coming back. He practically breaks down upon hearing about Char amnesia, and asks to see him.

Char comes, but is very awkward when he first arrives. Floyd takes in all the difference, and mentions the green vest. Char says he can't remember being without it, Floyd says he gave it to him, before beginning to apologize for leaving him. Char shuts it down, telling Floyd his injury isn't his fault, maybe a few days ago he'd have been mad, but he doesn't regret how his life turned out. He hugs Floyd and wipes his tears. Floyd tells Char that comforting was his job, Char says no matter who's older siblings comfort each other. Floyd wants to know how Char's life turned out. Char, eagerly tells him about Barb and Thrash, how he grew up as a prince, and his betrothal to Poppy. Floyd is shocked his brother grew up as a prince, but is happy his brother grew up in a good home, and wanted to meet Poppy, Thrash and Barb as soon as possible.

Eventually, Floyd is released. He's on crutches, with braces on his legs and has physical therapy routine he needs to follow to walk again. They stay at Char and Barb cavern (their royalty they have the room, and Thrash is loving the company, he's convinced their all his kids and no one corrects him) during this time and for a few days after the release, but tension with the public is spiking and they can't stay for long. Barb stays behind to control the crowds and the others go to Pop village. Viva would re-unite with Peppy, and begin preparations to move the Put Put trolls to the village, with an escort of Rock guards off course.

The saga would end, with Poppy and Char finally getting married and Char coronated as king of pop...with an epilogue of years alter when they had twins trollings, named Rosie and Ash (named after Grandma and Thrash).

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Part One and Part two

And those are my currently plans. I'm going to outline this, but Not sure if I should fully write this thing out now or later. What ya'll think?

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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader Chapter Nine

table of contents.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.

Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.

Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and  if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.

18+ only

trigger warnings for blood, vomit, injuries.

We are finally at the end, wow, this has been so much fun. I'm still a little unsure about this ending but I just want to say thank you for reading over these past few months, thank you so much.

  “And we’re back with our President and First Lady to be! It’s so good to see you both smiling after such a tragic time.” Lucky Flickerman beamed into the camera.

    “Thank you for having us Lucky and thank you to everyone watching at home.” You said with a soft smile, taking Coriolanus’ hand in yours.  In return, Coriolanus lightly kissed your knuckles and the studio audience cooed in response.

    “Let's get down to why we are all here, shall we?  It’s been three long and sad months since that fateful day and what a day it was. I should know, I was there and vomited all over my favorite suit!”

    “It really was a great suit, Lucky.” Coriolanus chimed in, earning a  laugh from the audience. 

  “Tell us, Coriolanus, what was it like in those moments?  We’ve all seen the footage of you cradling your beautiful wife, the danger, the drama! In your own words, tell us and everyone watching at home, about your wedding day.”

With a last look at you, Coriolanus Snow, husband, murder, and President-elect of Panem, opened his mouth and began to speak.

The night before his wedding, Coriolanus Snow was not in search of a final fling before an eternity of matrimonial bliss nor was he drinking himself into a stupor to bid his old life behind.  

When he kissed you goodbye after your long important walk and talk, he watched you get into the waiting car, shut the blinds and got to work. Crassus Snow’s record player crackled to life and with a sonata filling the apartment, Coriolanus surveyed the upwards of hundreds of champagne bottles on the dining room table.

He had not lied, if you asked him to burn down Panem, he would fetch a match yet after tomorrow, that would not be necessary.

For you, he would poison his wedding guests and murder President Ravinstill.

And for him, but that's besides the point.

As night turned to dawn, Coriolanus packed the champagne, the scent of apples and rosewater hiding the danger beneath. His guests would get something of his own collection, sweet and light, just enough to make them vomit and collapse, enough chaos to distract from the main attraction.

For President Ravinstill, he would not stray from tradition.

Nightlock.

Not just nightlock berries ground with a mortar and pestle, that was lazy, noticeable.  Every little piece of the berry was used, sprinkled in with champagne already designated for the soon to be former president. 

He watched, oh how he watched Ravinstill, take flute after flute upon his arrival. 

Yet at the very end, the person whom Coriolanus wanted at his side to witness the end of an era was currently unconscious on the floor beneath him.

Coriolanus Snow, with all his careful planning and plotting, had lost.

It had been two minutes since you had stopped talking, one minute since you stopped breathing and ten seconds since Coryo had tried another dose of the antidote. Coriolanus looked to the purpling corpse of Ravinstill, face frozen in death, and refused to let him win. 

There was no Panem with you.

    “ Not yet, Mrs. Snow.”

 “Coryo!”

A small gasp and the click clack of heels brought Coriolanus out his head and back to you as Tigris came running into the room. He had made sure Tigris was away from the venue before the champagne was served  by simple timing but now he was glad to have her here by his side.

    “Coryo, Coriolanus? Is she-

  He did not, could not, answer that. 

    Coriolanus brushed tears back and gave you another rescue breath, watching your chest rise and fall with his help only to remain just as still.  He checked for a pulse again, felt that weak irregular beat beneath his fingertips starting to slow.

Please don’t go, he whispered.

     “Coryo, I can hear sirens, we have to get her outside.” Tigris urged, voice thick with tears and Coriolanus was vaguely aware of himself pressing his lips to your forehead before gently picking you up. It all became real in that moment and Coriolanus began to run. 

The sight in front of him was more horrific than he had imagined to be with his wedding guests in various states of consciousness and the pungent aroma of vomit and blood wafting through the venue. Peacekeepers and medics were beginning to swarm the area and  with you in his arms, Coriolanus remembered there was still a part of his work that needed to be executed.

    “Help, somebody help! There’s something wrong with my wife, I don’t know what’s happening but President Ravinstill, he’s back there, he’s collapsed! I tried to help him but-” Coriolanus broke off, false tears in his eyes as he shook his head at the listening medic. The medic nodded at two other medics and peacekeepers who ran towards where Tigris was pointing. 

  Coriolanus reluctantly let the medics take you before following them into the ambulance himself without a word, barely hearing Tigris’ promise to meet him at the hospital.  Alarms and instructions between medics faded away as he squeezed your hand.

Please don’t go.

At some point, a shrill monotone sound invaded Coryo’s ears and it was then and only then that he let himself splinter. There was more noise and action around your body and unable to hold your hand, Coriolanus curled in himself, hands in his hair, caught between suffocating fear and such incredible rage.

The ambulance came to a stop at Capitol Hospital and all Coriolanus could do was watch a nurse climb onto the gurney take over compressions and let that same gurney carrying Panem’s possibly dead next first lady pass him and race inside.

Only then when standing alone did Coryo care to notice that the inside of his mouth was stinging, letting his tongue pass over the beginnings of a bloody sore. Every time he had breathed for you, what remained of the poison on your lips traveled to his own. 

The taste of blood in his mouth was nothing new to Coriolanus. 

There would be no Panem without you, all would crumble and perish before him, there would be no capitol, no games, just the end of all.

Coriolanus Snow had made up his mind: should you pass this day, Panem would know the dark days once more.

   “I’ve never been more afraid in my life, Lucky. If I could go back and save our dear President Ravinstill too, I would have done more, I should have done more, there was just so much happening.  I couldn’t lose my wife, without her I would lose myself.” Coriolanus broke off, a small sob escaping him and the audience was more than happy to lick up his grief.

 With a soft kiss on his cheek, you guided his hand from your thigh to your stomach with a smile.

Lucky loudly blew into a hanky before gasping when he saw Coriolanus’ hand on your stomach.

   “Mrs. Snow, is there something you’d like to share with us?”

   “Because of Coriolanus,  the extraordinary medical team at Capitol Hospital, and the support of Panem, I’m still here and I’m so happy to announce I’m pregnant.”

The audience roared and it was then you knew the girl from District 6 had all of Panem in the palm of your hand.

But there were games left to play.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

  “Ma, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” You urged, your hand wrapped around hers, tears in your eyes. 

A few long seconds later, your mother weakly squeezed your hand, the same as your Pa the day before.  

You were taking it slow but the doctors promised they would fully wake any day now and pre- inauguration press and third trimester be damned, you would be at their side the moment they opened their eyes.

You kissed your mother on her forehead, promising to come back tomorrow. 

But now, you had a very special appointment.

   “Little thief, you’re glowing! How can I be of service?” Dr. Gaul looked up from her research with that all too familiar venomous smile.

  “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done in aiding my parents’ recovery. The doctors say they will wake up any day now.” You said, taking the seat she offered.

   “How wonderful! It’s good to hear my favorite lab rats are on the mend. Hopefully seeing their daughter pregnant and married won’t send them right back into a coma.” 

 You gave a hollow laugh but sat up in your chair.

  “ They’ll be happy to know I’m still alive.  I almost wasn’t, as you well know. It took the doctors so long to treat me, they couldn’t figure out why I was so much sicker than everyone else. So many tests were run and even now they still don’t know.”

  “Have you asked Mr. Snow? He’s always had such an insight into poison.” Dr. Gaul remarked pointedly. 

It was no secret that Coriolanus was involved in Ravinstill’s death but thanks to your dramatic yet romantic near death experience being caught on camera, Panem did not care.

  “ I would but he’s been so busy touring the districts, preparing for the inauguration. Speaking of, there’s something I need to tell you, actually it’s easier if I show you.” 

 One of your security detail came forward and turned on Gaul’s television. 

Lucky Flickerman came on to the screen excitedly, a breaking news banner beneath him and to his right sat Coriolanus.

  “ Mr. President, I’ll cut to the chase, my producers have told me you have something to share with the fine people of Panem? ” Lucky asked, bouncing on the edge of his chair.  Coriolanus smiled into the camera, hands folded on his lap.

   “To honor the tragic death of former President Ravinstill and to celebrate the upcoming arrival of our daughter, the First Lady and myself would like to announce the suspension of The Hunger Games this year.”

Last night, you had asked Coriolanus if would rather be feared than loved.

This was his answer.

You couldn’t hear the TV due to the rather dramatic shrieking of Volumnia Gaul.

As if on cue, peacekeepers entered Dr. Gaul’s lab began to take it apart, boxing up research, emptying cabinets and Dr. Gaul herself stood in front of you, laughing.

  “I underestimated you, little thief. Will you kill me now or televise it?” She asked, head held high as two peacekeepers appeared on either side of her.

You stood up from your chair slowly to face the now former Head Gamemaker.

  “I don’t need to kill you. You tortured and poisoned my parents and through your puppet Ravinstill tried to kill me, death is an afternoon treat for you. I want you to witness the future of Panem, witness them forget your creations the more time passes, and one day, when someone asks what The Hunger Games were for, the answer will be simple: nothing. From now until the day you die you will remember me not as a hostage or the wife of a President, but as the little thief who stole your greatest treasure, your legacy.”

Your time with Dr. Gaul ended in the place where it all began.

If only she had chosen a girl of fine capitol breeding.

EPILOGUE

One week after the presidential inauguration of Coriolanus Snow, Rose Snow comes into the world screaming, Coriolanus holding your left hand and your mother holding your right.

Once upon a time, you had three rules.

Never be seen.

Never take what you could not carry.

Never intervene.

Now you only have one.

To live without fear, now and forever. 

Thank you to everyone who has been waiting, I hope that this was worth the wait! Thank you all for reading and I’m so happy this is out now. If you would like to see a sequel to connubium, please interact and reblog this work!

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A Day in the Life of Drew

This is what I meant when I said I still have some suffering for Drew coming up.

There will most definitely be a part 2 of this coming up!

Part 2!

I posted this from my phone so if anything looks wonky that’s why ✨

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Anyone that ever said pregnancy is a blessing, that you feel like the epitome of femininity, that it makes you glow… is a massive liar.

Drew looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes sunken and bloodshot, her face paler than she is normally. Pregnancy glow her ass.

She took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth trying to keep her nausea at bay. She knew it was futile but she felt like she had to try, one of these times it would work. This time wasn’t it.

She didn’t even bother trying to make it to the toilet, knowing that she was only going to puke up water and bile. She was still bent over the bathroom sink when Finn came in, shirtless and half asleep. He sat a glass of water on the sink next to Drew’s hand.

“You okay?” he asked groggily.

Drew nodded, “I didn’t mean to wake you up… What time is it?”

Finn shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head on her back. “Around 5:30 I think.” She melted into his warmth, his breathing rustling her hair.

“So about 2 more hours until you have to get ready for work?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded against her back.

“Can we lay down? I just- I want to be with you.”

Drew rinsed out her mouth and turned to face Finn, forcing him to stand up and laid her head against his chest.

“Can you drink some water for me first?” He asked quietly, picking up the glass from the sink.

She whined, but lifted her head, taking the glass from him and taking a couple sips.

“Now we can go lay down.”

Knocking out as soon as she hit the bed was one of Drew’s newfound talents that came with being pregnant. When she woke up Finn was gone and light was coming in through the cracks of her curtains.

She stretched and groaned, rolling to the side to check her phone.

Nothing, per the usual.

She was hungry which she knew was a cruel ruse her body did to trick her into eating something to throw up later.

Still, she padded her way out to the kitchen and made herself some maple and brown sugar oatmeal, the only thing she can manage to keep down about 50% of the time.

There was a sticky note on the counter with Finn’s scrawling handwriting.

“I’ll be home a little late tonight, order some of your favorite takeout for dinner, I love you.

She smiled and scoffed a bit that he thought she would get anything for dinner with how she’s been feeling lately, then stuck it on the fridge with all the rest of the notes he leaves for her in the morning.

She got changed and stared at herself in the mirror for way too long trying to decide if she was starting to show. Logically, she knew that she had been losing weight. Logically, she knew she probably wasn’t far enough along to be showing yet, she didn’t know how far along she was at all. She had an appointment later that week to figure all that out. But logic was the last thing on her mind and for now she just stared at her stomach as if she were waiting for an alien to burst out of it. She pulled on one of Finn’s t-shirts that almost fully covered the bike shorts she was wearing and then walked down to the coffee shop to get her one decaf she was allowed a day. Usually it was the highlight of her morning but today the smell made her nauseous and her coffee sat on the counter untouched as she retched up her breakfast down the hall.

When she was finished and thoroughly miserable she walked back out to the kitchen, gagging as she dumped her coffee down the drain, leading to a round of dry heaving over the sink.

She got herself a cup of water and collapsed onto the couch, taking small sips that settled heavily in her stomach.

Today was going to be a long day.

~~~

When Finn got home he was surprised to see that the apartment was dim, only the lamp in the living room on, the TV was in sleep mode, rainbow starbursts appearing across the screen from sitting paused for so long.

“Drew?” He called softly then headed down the hall to check the bedroom for her. He had to double back when he caught her in the corner of his eye.

“Hey, Love.” Finn said, sympathy painted all over his face, “How long have you been in here?”

Drew shrugged, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes from where she sat on the bathroom floor.

“It’s been a really rough day.” She said, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Baby. When was the last time you had some water?” Finn stepped into the bathroom and knelt down, trying to get a better look at her.

She shrugged again and her eyes went to an empty water bottle at her side, “It just comes back up.” she mumbled, “Your kid is trying to kill me.”

Finn sighed and took her water bottle, refilling it and bringing it back to coax a couple of sips into her.

“It’ll help you feel better love, promise. Then you can curl up in bed okay?” He cooed, when she turned her nose to the water. He was able to get her to drink a bit before helping her up off the floor. As soon as she was on her feet she swayed, her eyes closing tight and her hand going to her head.

“It hurts.” She whined.

“Yeah, I know, you’re scary dehydrated Love. We just have to get some water in you and then lay down and you’ll be feeling good as new.” Finn said, steadying her.

Drew’s eyes were still screwed shut when her frame was wracked with a gag and her hand shifted from her temple to her mouth and she gagged again.

“You’re okay.” Finn muttered, continuing to steady her as she dove for the sink. She coughed up what appeared to be straight water and continued to dry heave long after she had stopped bringing anything up.

After she was done, Finn watched, as all the color that was left in her face drained and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Shit, Drew!” He yelped, jumping forward to catch her as her knees buckled. “Okay,” He scooped her up, one hand behind her back and the other under her knees. Her weight in his arms hid the fact that he was vibrating with anxiety. “E.R. We’re going to the E.R.”