#yay for us round faced girlies!!!!!

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remember that post that was like, reblog this and put in the tags what actor would play you in a movie of your life? we should do that again. so: reblog this and put in the tags the actor you think would play you in a movie of your life

[fictionalmenxyn]

⁂𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⁂

Pairing: sturniolo triplets x sister!reader

(You’re quadruplets)

(Madi isn’t face claim, it was the only photo I could find of three guys and one girl 😭😭)

Warnings: language and fighting (hardly, it’s play fighting but Chris is overdramatic in it lol), sitting on Chris’ lap (in a normal way! Cause siblings shouldn’t don’t do that!😭)

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You were all at your La home. You were hungry, so being the normal person you obviously are, you went to the kitchen. You opened the fridge looking for the caramel donuts you had bought. You’ve been thinking about them all evening. God your mouth was practically DROOLING for them. You searched for the donuts.

Where the FUCK did they go?? You thought.

You closed the fridge, looking down for a moment, trying to think if you had already ate them or not. You see the trash can. And the now empty donut box. You realised you haven’t ate them yet. How did you know?? Because you would’ve put the box into the recycling and not the normal trash. That’s when it also clicked, you knew who stole them.

You barge into Matt’s room, door swinging wide open. Your shorter self stood in the doorway. Legs shoulder width apart, arms crossed. You looked at the two boys. You tapped your right foot eyeing Chris with your attempted stern look. A small smirk creeping up on your face.

Matt ooed “ooo, someone’s is trouble.” Chat was confused ‘omg who’s in trouble?’ ‘Who they looking at?? Is it Nick??’ ‘No can’t be Nick he’d be yelling by now’ ‘omg it’s Y/n!!’ ‘Hey Y/n!’

“Chris-TOE-pher!” Chat was already blowing up at your approach, even though you couldn’t be seen through the camera.

“What bitch??” Chris giggled.

“You ate my fucking donuts!!”

Matt’s eyes widen as he looked to the camera, chat laughing at his reaction. Chris flung his hands up in defence. “No I didn’t I swear to god, bub” “yes you did!” “Bub I-” “you are the only one who throws recycling into the normal trash!” “Oh….”

You walked over, I leaned into frame, you spoke to the camera “chat, shall I beat his ass right now??” You smirked at the chat ‘omg yesss’ ‘slay Y/n!!’ ‘Get him!’

Chris playfully gasped “chat! You’re supposed to be on my side!!” You giggled. “Not tonight, topher!!” You started to play fight him on Matt’s bed.

Matt just stared in shock, he didn’t know what to do. And he definitely didn’t wanna get involved. You and Chris were the playful yet violent ones in the quadruplets. You both being the youngest ones, probably was the main reason.

You huffed “you owe me Carmel drizzle donuts!” He laughed “sure thing, bubba, but on a real note… that shit hit the sp-” you were quick to shut him up with a smack across the head.

You got off of Chris, walking over and sitting in his chair, next to Matt. You crossed your one leg over the other. Locking your fingers together as they held against your knee. “So what’re we playing??” The chat blew up again ‘omg is she joining us???’ ‘Heyyy girly!!!’ ‘YAY! Y/n is joining us!!’ ‘We’re playing dress to impress!’

Matt smiled “dress to impress” “and are you slaying??” “Slaying so fucking hard, should’ve seen the last fit, soo good.” You grinned. Chris stood behind you, his hands on your shoulders, subconsciously massaging them. Chris tapped your shoulder, you stood up. Chris sat in the seat, you sat on his leg. You were pointing stuff out to Matt, this round was ‘summer’. You pointed “oo Matt, that’s a cute baby tee, if you paint that pink, it’ll go with those jean shorts that you picked.”

Chris stuck his hand up “good fucking pick, y/n/n.” You high fived Chris.

You pointed to another opponent “she’s fucking copied us?! What the actual fuck?!” Chris and Matt gasped. Matt scrunched his eyebrows “what a fucking bitch!” You looked at the camera “if that’s you and you’re watching, know that I’m disappointed in you.” You smirk and point at the camera.

Nick walk in not even noticing you joined cause he was looking at his phone “Chris, Y/n/n is gonna be so fucking pissed when she sees-” he looked up “oh! So you’ve beating him up already??” You smiled and nodded “it’s call it girlboss, but sure. I did.” Nick laughed as he walked over and sat on the bed.

After the timer ran out on the round, you waited for your Roblox character to walk down the cat walk.

“We slayed and left ZERO fucking crumbs.”

And behold, you came first place.

You and Chris were banging your hands on the desk as Matt yelled at you both to stop. Then your camera fell down. And of course, you and Chris blame each other, not yourselves.

“First place bitch!!”

You got your face up close to the camera, trying your best southern accent “if you’re not first, your last, bee-atch” you smiled and kissed the camera.

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[svmjaeyvn]

love maze, s.jy.

chapter eight pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

masterlist

genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

MDNI, 18+

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CHAPTER EIGHT: BETS

previous masterlist next

word count: 4k

warnings: smut, oral (m&f rec), unprotected sex (kinda, readers on the pill), creampie (wrap it up!!!), praise, dirty talk, couple good girls thrown in, kinda public sex they’re fucking IN A TENT WITH EVERYONE ELSE 10 FEET AWAY, basically the whole chapters them having sex sooo

a/n: a little sex scene just for funzies 🤭

JAKE HAD A problem. A rather hard one that didn't seem to go away even with his night walk that he forced himself on in the chilly air. With it being the last night of your group vacation, he had been struggling with the lack of privacy the campgrounds held.

Any other circumstance he would've been fine, however, with seeing you in a tiny little bathing suit the past two days, the thin strings holding little to the imagination and almost seemed untrustworthy due to how your perky boobs bounced with each step and the cheeky bottoms showed off practically everything, skin glistening with your lovely tanned skin in the water and near all day view of your body, Jake was pent up to say the least.

It certainly didn't help that since you two have gone far past regular boundaries already, you opted to sleeping in a large shirt and cotton underwear as your preferred method most of the time was no underwear at all, but you figured to be polite, wearing some was the best choice. Each night Jake had laid next to you, the outline of your curves shown under the thin sheet as the humid air only left it comfortable enough for one. When you'd wake up in the morning, majority of the time the sheet had been tossed off most of your body, giving Jake a clear look at the roundness of you ass and thick thighs that peaked out beneath.

And tonight seemed to be the breaking point for him. After making his rounds in saying goodnight, he had led himself into the shared tent only to see you in his shirt, a sheepish smile on your lips as you turned to him, hair pulled up all messy and in the midst of cleansing your face.

"I got my other shirt dirty," You told him before he could question you upon it. "Let me wear it tonight, yeah? It's what a good boyfriend would do," You teased, a small pout upon your lips as you peered up at him with the tilt of your head.

Jake had no other option but to oblige. You sat so pretty in his shirt, the outline of your tits beneath the thin material more than enough to make him puddy in your hands and he had merely agreed to everything you said for the next thirty minutes until the lamp was turned off and you rolled over for bed.

You weren't dumb, you could see how Jake's demeanor changed, much more quipped and having a hard time actually looking you in the eyes. But still, the thought of doing anything with the other tents a mere 10 feet away, there was no way you'd go through with it. Thus when you rolled over, you truly intended to sleep for the night, a sigh of content leaving your lips only to be wide eyed and awake fifteen minutes later.

You had heard Jake exit the tent only to come back five minutes later, him muttering under his breath and proceeding to toss and turn. Assuming you had fallen asleep due to the steady rise and fall of your breathing, he had been doing his best to get comfortable but it was hard when his bulging tip was practically begging for attention, far too pent up to go away anytime soon.

Growing tired of the constant moving on his end, you rolled over, eyes immediately falling down to the obvious length that pushed against the material of his sweats, the words you intended to speak suddenly forgotten in the process. Your lips parted, not knowing what to say while Jake lets out a deep sigh.

"You mind helping me out?" He mumbles, voice raspier than usual as his hand begins to palm at his cock through the material of his pants. The lack of light made it hard to see, the small pile of wood left to burn out outside being only minimal dim illumination but you could see his blown out pupils and desperate eyes, airy breaths leaving his lips in the process.

"Everyone else can hear," You whisper, hesitant but you couldn't help the wetness that began to accumulate between your legs, clenching your thighs at the sight of Jake who seemed so eager and in need of your touch.

He shakes his head, reaching out to draw you closer. His lips captured your own, messily locking with enough force to indicate how pent up he felt. "We'll be quiet," He reassured against your lips.

A soft moan erupted from your throat muffled by his mouth against yours. The kiss turned sloppy, teeth clanking together as Jake guided one of your hands down to his crotch. His head fell back upon your hand wrapping around his length through the sweats, a breathy sigh of content coming from him.

All clear judgment had been thrown out the window, you obliging to his word without hesitation and your hand momentarily left his cock to hook your fingers along the waistband of his pants. In a swift motion and the lift of his hips, you pulled the restricting clothing down in one movement, his boxers dragged along with it leaving his hardened dick to slap against his stomach.

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight. Although you had hooked up once, Jake was more focused on getting you off that night, not allowing for you to have a proper glimpse of his full length until now. You had definitely felt how big it was, but now having your hands wrapped around the girthy base it seemed impossible for you to even take.

Placing small peppering kisses around his thighs, each growing closer to his length as your hand slowly pumped up and down his shaft, you smile upon Jake's whiny moans that quietly filled the air between you. Your tongue licked up from his base all the way to the tip, kitten licks along his reddened head before your lips wrapped around him. Starting off slow, you began to adjust to the size, ensuring to keep your teeth out of the way as you bobbed up and down, taking in more and more of his cock each time while one of your hands stroked the remaining length.

Pulling away momentarily, you allowed your hands to do the work while taking in a deep breath in prep. Your eyes flickered up to meet Jake's, his brows pinched together as he attempted to stay quiet, the gaze one that cause you to smile, content with the obvious way you made him feel good.

"What're you smiling about?" Jake huffs out, hand going behind your head to pull you back down his cock. This time, however, you hallowed out your cheeks, full trust in your usual lack of a gag reflex and taking his entire length down your throat, holding it at his base while you feel his cock twitch at the new sensation of your mouth. "Fuck," Jake hissed out, his hand holding a fistful of your hair as his hips bucked further down your throat. "Such a good girl, so good with your mouth," He rambled on, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you began to bob up and down, nearly having his full shaft in your mouth.

Growing needy, Jake took advantage of the opportunity. Fucking his dick into your mouth, his hips moved up and down at a continuous pace, the wet sounds of your saliva heard and beginning to pool around his crotch. Your eyes shut at the up and down, doing your best to keep your jaw unhinged but as he suddenly stopped, pushing your head all the way down as far he it would go, you tapped his thigh feeling a gag erupt from your throat.

Jake pulled away, allowing you to let out a cough as you caught your breath. "I'm sorry, I’m sorry, you're doing so well pretty girl," He praised, thumb wiping away the spit that accumulated at your chin.

"Asshole," You huff, blinking away the few tears that pooled at the corner of your eyes. He let out a chuckle, gently pushing your hair from your face and pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

"You're okay baby," Jake coos guiding your mouth back to his cock with a teasing smile. You roll your eyes but comply, the smug expression wiped off his face as soon as your lips were wrapped around him once more. With his jaw falling slack and eyes pinching closed, you felt a certain boost of confidence, proud of how good you made him feel. "Fuuuck," He drawled out, seemingly confirming your thoughts with a whiney gasp hitching in the back of his throat as you peer up at him, cock still in your mouth and pretty eyes locked on him. "Fuck, you feel so good baby, pretty little mouth takes me so well,"

You felt hit dick twitch as it reached the back of your throat, your hand and mouth simultaneously bobbing up and down along his shaft which seemed to be more than enough to cause Jake to squirm beneath you. Quickly pulling you away from the grip he still held on your hair, a breathy laugh left his lips as he leaned back.

"What?" You asked innocently, lips pouted together and slightly swollen. He shakes his head, you knowing fully well the answer to your own question but he instead pulls you up to him, barely allowing for you to wipe away the excess spit from your mouth before his lips locked with yours once more. The kiss caught you by surprise. The hot open mouthed pecks trailed down from your mouth to your neck, only pulling away to push up his shirt from your body and reconnect his lips to your hardened nipples.

One of his hands rolled the bud between his fingers, providing it some attention while his mouth sucked on the other. His other hand trailed down to your thighs, softly nudging your legs open with minimal effort and his fingers found way to your underwear, a low hum erupting from his throat feeling the wet spot through the material.

"Jae," You mewl, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in attempt to stay quiet. Slowly pulling the cotton of your panties down at a pace that seemed excruciating long, Jake smiled seeing at how you bucked your hips, desperate for some form of friction against your swollen cunt. "Please,"

"So needy," He tuts with the click of his tongue, his fingertips finding their way back to your wetness beginning to circle along your pussy and watching as you let out a rather loud moan. "Shh, you have to stay quiet baby," Pushing the material of the shirt into your mouth, he ensured you were biting down on it to muffle the low mewls that continued to erupt from your throat. His head dipped down, finding its spot between your legs for a second time and more than pleased by the sight of your pretty cunt that begged for more.

Licking a long stripe between your lips, a hum of satisfaction came from the sweet taste you held. No longer willing to tease, Jake deviled fully into lapping up and down, ensuring to focus on your swollen clit as his nose rubbed against it every so often. Your hips bucked, a hand finding way to Jake's hair and tugging at it slightly which earned a small moan from him, one that vibrated directly against you and caused your eyes to shut in pleasure. The other hand fiddled with your tits, pinching at the sensitive bundle of nerves and doing your best to stay quiet though it proved to be difficult.

Jake continued, egged on by the way you attempted to squirm away from him, legs clenching together but he merely pushed your thighs apart. The familiar sensation began to pull in your stomach, your whines growing more frequent as you neared your high.

"Oh fuck, please, please," You whispered out, voice high and pornographic, eyes rolling back as you moved against his mouth. "Please, please Jae,"

Just as you felt your release on the brink of bursting, a loud whine left your lips as Jake pulled away. His hand clamped over your mouth, shushing you as he peppered kisses to your thighs. "I'm sorry pretty girl," He whispered, though his apology came pitiless as he wore a rather amused smirk watching your hips buck in attempt to gain any type of attention to your swollen clit. "I don't want you to cum yet," He shushes you, lining himself between your legs. He stared down at you, hand pumping along his shaft for a few moments as you pouted.

"Asshole," You repeat for a second time, few heavy breathes in attempt to regain your composure but that was thrown out as soon as his tip began to rub along your slit. Jake hummed before he spit into his hand, mixing your arousal with his saliva as he coated his tip.

The feeling of his dick beginning to enter your cunt caused your eyes to squeeze shut. Certainly turned on but not quite used to his length yet, there was a slight burn as he slowly inched in, allowing for you to adjust before he bottomed out inside you.

Both your moans mixed with one another, Jake's particularly whiney as he stilled himself, having to gain some composure before he came just from feeling your warm walls wrapped around him. He had no idea what it was about you, but the feeling of your warm pussy was intoxicating, one he never wanted to forget after gaining the privilege.

"You're so pretty," Jake mumbled, slowly beginning to move as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans. "So fucking pretty, your little cunt wrapped around my dick taking it so well. Such a good girl my love," Keeping his strokes deep and slow, the feeling more than enough to have you squirming against his hips.

Your muffled moans, the sound erotic sounds of your skin clapping together, and the slight squeak of the air mattress was certainly more than enough noise for everyone else to get the general picture of what was occurring, not to mention your tent that shook with each passing stroke. Far too drunk on the feeling of his cock that continued to kiss your cervix, you paid no mind to how loud you were, focused on your own desires and the familiar build up the began to brew once more.

Jake was more aware of how loud you two were, however, that didn't provide any indication for him to stop. In fact, it seemed to urge him to do more, the thought of letting everyone know just how good he filled you up and how you begged for him to continue did wonders for his ego. It turned him on more if humanly possible.

"Please keep going," You slur as he removed his fingers from your mouth, instead using them to circle around your clit that seemed to be needing attention.  He continued to fuck you at a consistent and deep pace, intending to get you to your high first but the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him more and more drew him to the edge. "Please, Jae don't stop," Your whiney plea led to a pornographic moan, Jake picking up the pace to fuck you through your built up orgasm.

He groaned feeling you clench around him, his dick twitching slightly from how tight you became. You had to pull away his hand from your clit, the friction far too overstimulating as he stayed consistent with his strokes, though they began to grow more shallow as you felt your ears ring at the over abundance of pleasure.

"Oh baby," Jake moans, the breathy whine leaving his lips as he gripped your hips tightly.

"You gonna cum baby?" You mewl, hands reaching around his shoulders as your nails dug into the skin slightly. Pulling his head close to yours, you capture his lips in a chaste kiss. "Come for me, please baby, go ahead,"

Your words broke the thin string that Jake held onto. Your lips crashed together, his moans muffled into your mouth feeling the warm sensation fill your cunt, Jake pumping himself through with shallow strokes before halting, his body suddenly feeling weak as he fell on top of you.

A small laugh left your lips with Jake's arms barely able to support his weight, otherwise crushing you beneath him as he took heavy breaths. Your hands pushed away the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the beads of sweat that accumulated at his hairline. Wincing as he pulled himself out of you, allowing for the cum to drip out of your hole while placing his t-shirt beneath you to catch any that dribbled down, Jake rolled onto his side with deep breathes.

"We need to do that more often," He says aloud, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips before pepper light pecks to your shoulder.

"You're lucky I'm on the pill," You tut, sending him a pointed look to the mess he made.

Jake shrugged. "You told me last time," He explains, his lack of care for the potentials explained by the wave of his hand. "Best case scenario, it's works properly," He grins, finding the fact that he may have been developing a breeding kink rather exciting, you being the first and presumably only that he’d do so with. "Worse case is we have a kid, no biggie,"

You smack his arm, rolling your eyes at his nonchalantness while sitting up. "Don't manifest that," You tsk, adjusting your own shirt while holding the other article of clothing close to your core, feeling the warmth that continued to dribble out. "C'mon,"

"Where we goin’?" Jake groans, reluctantly sitting up as he watched you grab a pair of shorts to slip on.

"I have to pee, especially since someone decided to do this," You emphasized, watching the boyish smile form back on his lips, entirely pleased with his doing. "It's dark as shit outside, I'm not going to piss in a tree by myself,"

"You're the one who told me to come," He defends but nonetheless slipping on his shorts without argument. Unzipping the tent, he steps out into his shoes first, holding open the material for you to follow. "Lets go princess,"

You roll your eyes, though thankful for the now died out fire as it hid your smile that ghosted upon your features. You tucked the spare toilet paper roll and hand sanitizer from your things under your arm before slipping out. Jake held out his hand as you two stood, his flash from his phone being the only light indicator and he took a moment to glance over the other tents, ensuring no one was still out.

Your hand slipped into his, following his lead and focused on the rocky ground to not trip over your own feet. Jake led you to a secluded area far from any other campers in the tree line, the actual porta potties a drive away down the road meaning it was out of question for now.

"Okay, go away," You shooed him, finding your footing behind a bush that you deemed adequate enough.

"Seriously?" He snickers, finding it hard to believe you refused to pee in front of him while he was quite literally inside you moments ago.

"I'm pee shy," You defend, sending him a pointed look as he laugh. Shaking his head, Jake wandered away, far enough to provide you some privacy but still within hearing range and the light in view. "Okay, just, whistle or something,"

"Oh yeah ‘cause whistling in the pitch black dark in the middle of nowhere isn't creepy at all,"

"Then hum!" You huff, now squatted behind the bush and mentally cursing yourself for giving in earlier which led to where you were now. All for some dick. "Go pee too before you get a UTI,"

Waving you off, Jake silently obliges to your word. Humming a random tune loud enough to drown out any noise that would come from you, you both silently proceeded with your business. In the midst of cleaning yourself up, Jake's voice broke the air once again. "Hey,"

You pinch your brows, standing up straight to see him walking your way once more. "What?" A mischievous smile took over his lips, quirking a brow. Holding out his hand for you to spritz the sanitizer into his palm, he rubs it in before answering.

"You hungry?"

                 "FESS UP," SUNGHOON held out his hand toward Ni-ki as you and Jake tiredly slipped out of the tent. It was morning, the rising sun beading down had caused you to wake up early the past few days, the heat making it hard to sleep anytime past 7am and after the escapades of last night, you felt particularly sluggish.

A yawn escaped Jake's lips as he slipped past you, a quick kiss placed to the side of your head as he made his way to the portable stovetop where Heeseung seemed to be cooking up breakfast. You made your way to the others sat along their respective chairs. Yunjin had a wide grin on her lips, sipping from her cup of coffee while Jay shook his head, though the amusement that lingered in his expression wasn't unnoticed.

"What?" You ask, settling into your seat while Ni-ki huffs, placing a 10 dollar bill into Sunghoon's hand who pocketed it with a smile.

"You let me down," The youngest tsks, swirling around the milk that was left in his bowl of cereal. Pointing an accusing finger in your direction, you tilt your head not knowing what he meant.

"You guys are loud," Jungwon pipes in with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes while Sunoo follows with a small nod.

"Should've went and fucked in the woods, at least then we wouldn't have had to hear you," Jay snickers, watching as your eyes widen in horror. The reaction caused the group to burst into a fit of laughter, Jake and Heeseung joining the group with hot bowls of ramyeon in hand in the midst. "Kept everyone up last night too when you decided to have post-sex snacks,"

"Aftercare," Jake shrugged, jumping into the conversation with ease and seemingly unfazed by the conversation topic. He pulled your legs to drape along his lap, a comfortable position that had been your go-to considering Jake had become particularly clingy and in need of having some form of touch. He held out your own bowl to you, carefully handing it over while you sent him a small thanks. "We're a couple, what'd you expect?"

"I did expect it," Sunghoon corrected, holding up the money he gained from the bet he placed with Ni-ki upon wether or not the two of you would've hooked up over the trip. You raise a brow, tilting your head while he smiles innocently.

"You were trying to bet me about Yunjin and Heeseung while betting on me with Ni-ki at the same time?" You confirm, watching as he held up his hands with a small shrug.

"Easy money," Sunghoon said nonchalantly. "I knew someone was going to so,"

"You bet with me about Heeseung," Jay frowned his brows at the new information.

"___ said no so had to go to someone else," He explained causing you to roll your eyes. A small snicker came from Jake, him squeezing your leg before taking a bite of his food. Sitting up, Yunjin looks around, visibly confused by the topic at hand as she gestured between herself and Heeseung who sat silently eating his own bowl, his smile hidden by the fact that he was eating like his life depended upon it.

"What bet about Heeseung and I?"

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warnings - welcome one and all to the chapters that made some of my wattpad girlies stop reading throttle, you have been warned! mentions of drugs. jungkook wears a key around his neck and it ain't for a door! solo masturbation (m). enter stage left: cc @ yoongi's door. infidelity (boo), dry humping (yay), yoongi has a choking kink (?), he cums in his pants <3 back for round two! not all that explicit, oral (f), he's so talkative <3, protected sex, incredibly sombre aftermath!! v satisfying end to the chapter IMO!!

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It surprises everyone when Jungkook is the first to speak. He stands, shoulders broadening like a fallen angel unfolding its wings, and then he's back.

The man you once knew? It's undeniably him. He's still just as powerful in his stature as he always was, just as handsome, just as life-threateningly attractive.

For a second - only a moment, barely even a millisecond - you let yourself indulge in the chime your stomach has been subduing.

It's just the same as it always has been.

He's different now, though. So vastly different, you question whether or not you would have recognised him in the street.

His hair is dark, and it doesn't frame his face in the way it used to. Shame. You used to love getting your fingers tangled in it. It's pushed back now, the fury in his dark brows as clear as day. They're missing a piercing, which you'll admit is a bitter loss, but the lip ring is still there, at least.

You don't let yourself think about the one on his tongue. Haven't thought about it for weeks. Months.

Only because every time you do, you force yourself to think about roadkill instead. It's the only way you can get it out of your head. Does now mean that when you see roadkill, you think about him. Fitting, really, given the tragedy of your time spent together.

Instead of letting him know just how fucked up he still gets you, you simply raise a brow in his direction. Your back sinks into the chair you've poised yourself on, and you cross your arms, imploring him to speak the fuck up.

Part of him doesn't want to, just as 'fuck you' to your prissy rich bitch attitude. He'd forgotten about this; how much a little cunt you'd been when the pair of you had first met. Back then, it had gotten his interest piqued. Kept him coming back for more. Was the thing that got him cumming, full stop.

But now, it just feels vindictive.

And so he decides to be just as much of a vindictive swine back.

"No one's been looking for you," he says as his eyes burn into you - and yet you remain perfectly cool. Calm. Unaffected.

There was a time, a few moons ago, when a look like this from Jungkook would have surely killed you. Now, it's just all very laughable.

"Eunhee's never been much of a liar, Jungkook," you smile, glad to have checked in with her before heading to the boxing club. Maybe he did stop showing up at your door two months ago, but it was enough of a weapon to use against him.

"That senile old bat?" He laughs, and you remember just how mean he could be. It's a trait that you'd pushed to the side in your memories, all rose-tinted and sweet. The reality makes those memories a lot easier to swallow, the salt from his words diluting the sugar. "Wouldn't take her as a credible source."

The air around the pair of you is stale; unpleasant. It reeks of desperation. Desperate for what? It's debatable. Nothing good, that's for sure.

Quite literally everyone in the room is uncomfortable.

Everyone except for the pair of you.

See, this is a back and forth you've perfected. The way you bicker - the way you taunt one another - used to be foreplay. He'd rile you up just ruin you.

It's electric. Jungkook wonders what has more volts - your shared energy, or the taser he's pretty sure you've got hidden in your bag. You're too smart to come somewhere like this completely defenceless.

He's just as smart as you, though. Reads your moves, and knows exactly what to predict. Maybe it's not a form of intelligence that will do any good, but he's spent so long studying you that it would be impossible for him to not be an expert by this point.

He could write an encyclopedia about you; a dictionary based on your vocabulary.

He'd file himself under 'asshole', and would hope you'd reassign him to 'inamorato'. You wouldn't. If anything, you'd place him in a pile of discards; words unused by you for so long that you've forgotten their significance in your life.

If he were to have his own dictionary, he'd file you under cocotte. CC for short. But he'd draw fucking hearts in the margins, and crack the spine from just how often he looked at your page. Might just rip it out and keep it in his wallet like a passport photo.

"Credible source?" You smirk, ruby red lips pouting in a way that feels new to him. They're slightly different, he thinks. The shape is the same, but they seem poutier. The product of fillers, maybe. He never thought you'd be one to go down that route, but he's questioning everything he knew about you as the lights of the club reflect in the diamond on your finger. He's blinded by it; blindsided by you. "Surely this isn't Jeon Jungkook talking about credibility? About trust? That'd be a first."

"Watch your fuckin' mouth," he snaps, and it's clear you've hit a nerve. Good. "Got shit to say? Say it, then get fuckin' gone, C."

And, oh, it's painful. So gloriously painful.

The way you don't falter is the worst part. The name given to you in the sanctuary of his car lingers on his tongue, his lips ajar. There's no crease between his brow, eyes just as round and inviting as they always had been.

You think he's baiting you. Think he's trying to get your defences down. You don't realise that his defences actually are - not until he knocks his head to the side, flicking a switch as his glare returns.

"I think what Jungkook is trying to say," Jin speaks up, knowing that there'll be no resolution without a mediator. He can feel the energy between the pair of you. The vibrations run deep and jagged, stained in red and echoing regret. "Is that we aren't aware there was business to discuss?"

You turn to face Jin, but let your eyes linger on Jungkook for just a second longer before you address his friend. Handsome, you think. Incredibly handsome, in fact.

You've always thought Jungkook was the most beautiful thing about Daegu, but you might change your mind. All you need is this new guy - the one with plump lips and shoulders that eclipse Jungkook's - to glare at you. See if it gets you searing under the collar, hot between your legs, like Jungkook's glare does.

Many men before have looked at you with suspended disbelief, agitation curving around their brow bones. It's nothing new. The way that Jungkook's glare could have gotten you on your knees? That was new to you.

"Nor was I - or at least, I wasn't. Not until Jungkook told me about that little plan of yours a few months ago," you say as you smile at Jin, all pleasant and performative."But I'm very selective about who I invest my time in."

You don't have to look at Jungkook for him to know that he should take your next statement personally.

"I've no time for little boys running around playing cops and robbers. I conduct my business exactly like that; like a business. I make negotiations, I make deals. Sign contracts - and I'd never hire someone without running a background check. Can get yourself into a whole world of trouble if you don't know who someone really is."

"You're planning on employing us?" Namjoon pipes up, the prospect of a hefty payday sounding like music to his ears.

"Not employing," you say. There's more you could divulge. So much more. But it's time for baby steps, now. No use in getting ahead of yourselves. "Think of it more like... entering a partnership. A mutually beneficial agreement."

"Your appearance on TV today," Jin says, the most analytical of the bunch, trying to figure you out. "How would that help to aid your negotiations?"

You smile. It's quite simple, really.

"That was to stop you from thinking you could ever fucking touch me."

There's more venom than you intend there to be behind your words, but you haven't quite healed from the last invasion of your autonomy. You're still disgusted but how easily you were manipulated into thinking that Jungkook ever gave a fuck about you. If they think they're ever getting the chance of getting that close again, they're sorely mistaken.

"The world is watching boys," You continue. "One wrong move, and the world will be asking: what happened to her? It's my way to keep you in check. Anyways, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Who do you work for?"

"Who do you work for?" Jungkook spits back.

"Myself. Answer my question."

Jin takes the reins from Jungkook. "We're not at liberty to say."

"Fine," you shrug, getting to your feet. You're here to talk with men, not boys. If they can't make decisions for themselves, then what's the point? "I'll be on my way then. Time is money boys, and if you aren't willing to give me a dime, then it's not worth it for me. I don't need you."

"Yeah, well, if you don't need us, then why the fuck are you here?"

The way Jungkook's nostrils flare amuses you. Let's you know the real question he's asking: If you don't need me, why did you come back? Back here, specifically?

It's a good question. One you wish you had a solid answer for.

"There are rats all over this city," you tell them, thinking that it'd be best to choose at least a half-truth. "I don't know many of them, not well. Not personally. Don't know you fuckers personally, either - very rude of you, by the way, to break into my apartment like that. I'm sure Jungkook could have just told you the code - but anyways, I digress. I know how you operate, to a certain degree."

"Oh, yeah?" Jungkook questions, doubting that very much. "How do we operate?"

"Like fucking idiots," you say with a voice as flat as his tyres after a few too many burnouts. "You send in unprepared fuckers who think with their dicks instead of their brains."

Jungkook scoffs, but the rest of them wave their heads a little, contemplating the fact that you're entirely correct.

"I know your weak spots," you say, but choose not to elaborate on the fact that you were once Jungkook's. You sit back down; an act of defiance for the fact that Jungkook quite clearly doesn't want you there. "And I know some of your strengths. I also know that we have a mutual interest in the downfall of my father. Might not trust you fuckers as far as I can throw you, but I trust that your feelings towards him won't have changed all that much in three months."

"Yours seem to have changed," Jungkook notes all rather bitterly, and it makes you laugh.

You lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on your knee, chin in your palm. Your ring glistens in the light, but Jungkook ignores it. Wishes he could ignore you, full-stop, but he can't take his eyes off you. Deprived for so long, he doesn't know when he'll get this luxury again.

The fact that you're in the boxing club alone - unprotected, despite it all - should be indication enough that your feelings towards your father haven't changed. Why risk it? Why put yourself in a circumstance where you could be used against him if you weren't willing for that to happen?

"Look at you," you smile, but it's laced in contempt. "Finally making assumptions of your own. I'm proud. You got a little way to go, though, baby. You're missing the mark. Give it some time and you'll be able to make assumptions that check out."

The pet name is delivered with such ease that Jungkook almost doesn't notice it. It's the look in your eyes that really delivers it, the chaos and confusion you're conveying in one simple smirk.

"Like yours did when we first met?" He says with a raised brow, thinking you've never made an accurate assumption in the whole entire time he's known you.

"I assumed you were a cunt. Ding, ding, ding. Always right."

This earns a snicker from Namjoon, who can admittedly see why Jungkook liked you so much. There's something about you that gets the heart rate going; gets people interested in what you have to say.

Jungkook says nothing. Rolls his eyes, and grates his jaw. Doesn't see any point in conversing if you're just gonna be a bitch. He always knew you were like this, but he'd managed to chip away at your softer side and had somehow forgotten just how hard your exterior is.

You've fortified it, now though. Built your defences up. It's been three months, and you've not wasted a day. Naive of him to think you would have. You're your father's daughter after all.

"Look," you turn to Jin, still pretty and poised, but this time there's an air of sincerity to your words. "I'm waving a white flag here. You fuckers are lucky I came to your first. Might not trust anyone else in the city, but I don't trust you either. Thing is, boys, I'm traceable. If you try and do anything to me now, you fuckers'll get caught."

"So why would we want to do business with you?" He questions, incredibly curious. He thought after everything with Jungkook, that'd be the last you would see of him.

"Cause I was always traceable, you silly cunts. Do you think just cause I wasn't on speaking terms with my dad, that that was it? The moment you did the raid, I was back on his radar. I'm your connection. I'm your way in," you say, gesturing to yourself to really drive it home how important you could be for them. "If you want to bring him down - if you want to take him for all that he's worth - then you need someone on the inside. You need me. Honestly, the fact you thought a ransom situation would work is laughable, but it just shows you're lucky to have brains now to go with your brawn."

"We haven't agreed to anything," Jin reminds you. There's a warmth to his voice that contrasts the atmosphere within the room.

"No, but you will."

"Why?" Jungkook interrupts, eyes narrow, voice scornful. He's picking at the sides of his fingers, chipping away at hangnails.

"Cause what more do you have to lose, huh?" You shrug. "You're Kang's bitches, now. Wouldn't you rather be mine? I give great employee perks."

The way your eyes dance around the room, from man to man, and eventually land on Jungkook's is deliberate. He knows this, and he lets it get to him.

"What would they be?" Namjoon scoffs, unaware of your innuendo. It's kind of sweet, how naive he is.

And so naturally, you shatter all illusion of innocence.

"Ask Jungkook."

There's silence. No one quite knows how to reply.

No one except Jungkook.

"Ring on your finger be happy with you saying that?"

And for the first time, you're rattled. You hadn't expected him to mention it.

"That's of none of your concern," you shrug. Now's not the time to let him get to you - but the way you rabbit on afterwards is evidence enough that he has. "I'm not here to be interrogated. I'm extending an olive branch; giving you the chance to earn the money you were so desperately trying to make from me. You get your money, I get my father's downfall on a silver platter."

The way you look at Jungkook is unfamiliar. It's as cold and frigid as the winter nights you used to stow away with him in his car; breath clouding in the freezing temperatures despite the warmth in your heart.

A few months ago, such a look from you would have destroyed him. Absolutely decimated his entire sense of belonging. Life wouldn't have been worth living.

Now? It feels like a luxury. A sinful indulgence. He's been deprived for so long he'll take even the smallest hit of whatever you'll give him - and even when it's fleeting, your attention is like crack fucking cocaine.

It's not just your hair or your gaze that has changed. In fact, a lot about you has. There's a hollowness to your cheeks now that there wasn't before; a slight gauntness.

Without the convenience store snacks to keep you going, you actually had to eat decently. Having someone to go home to also meant that your junk diet had to be replaced with something more... appropriate for a woman in her twenties. No more eating like a teenager.

Your loss of appetite in the aftermath of Jungkook's revelation had certainly helped with this, and if anything, you've gained weight over the last few weeks - but you're still not as soft as you once were. He can see it in your cheeks. Saddens him, a little.

Has him thinking about what you could look like beneath those clothes of yours. Wonders if his hands will still fit your waist perfectly, or if your tits will still overspill in his palms just how he liked it. Considers that maybe they won't. Maybe he'll never get the chance to find out.

You think Jungkook looks colder. It's funny, cause the weather has heated up quite considerably, but it's never been frostier between the pair of you.

Getting to your feet, you brush down the tops of your thighs to straighten any creases. You've still got a persona to keep up, even when it's dark outside.

"You can discuss it amongst yourselves," You sigh as begin to head for the door, heels clicking as beneath your feet. There's something about the sound that you just adore. Maybe it's the repetition. Maybe it's the way it drowns out the chime in your stomach as you walk past the man you once thought you... No, you think. That's not right. The man you used to fuck. Much better. "I don't care, either way. I need an answer by the end of the week, or I'll find someone else. You aren't special. Plenty of other fuckers in the city who want to make a quick buck. Plenty of others who hate my father for one reason or another. You just had the balls to try it first."

"How do we know we can trust you?" Jungkook calls after you.

He's disappointed when you simply call back, "you don't."

There's more to be said, he thinks. More to discuss.

So he follows you to the parking lot. None of the other boys do. They already know they aren't welcome, and quite honestly, none of them wants to third-wheel such an awkward encounter. They'd already filled their quota for the day.

As he enters the dreary parking lot, he notices a car that's unfamiliar. It's a Merc. Black. Matte. Not too standard around these parts. Fuckin nice, though. He's impressed. Makes a mental note to ask you about the spec some other time.

"Hey, honey." You speak pleasantly into your phone as you pace around, not realising Jungkook's presence yet. He doesn't speak up. Too curious about who this honey could be. "Yeah, Just heading to Jieun's now. I'll be a couple of hours. Okay, okay. Love you, too."

Jungkook pretends like he didn't hear that bit. Does a terrible job of it - but at least he tries.

When you clock him, you couldn't be less bothered if you tried. So what if he heard you on the phone? It's up to him if he reads into it or not.

"You wanna know you can trust me?" You raise a brow, reading his suspicions of you.

Jungkook remains silent. He'll pretend it's to preserve his hard exterior, but in reality, it's to save himself from admitting the truth: he'd trust you with his life.

"I just lied," you continue. "I'm not going to Jieun's. I'm going to Yoongi's. Can follow me if you like. We both know it wouldn't be the first time. I'll be transparent with you - but don't think for a second that I trust you back."

"Yoongi's", Jungkook nods. Remembers the way Yoongi used to look at you. Remembers how he once thought that he was competition. More fool him for ever thinking you actually cared. You've a ring on your finger, now. Neither of you were ever competing, apparently. And if you were? Fell at the first hurdle. "What's that then? A little extra marital fun?

You smile insincerely. "Not married yet."

"So?"

"So even if it was, Jungkook, you're not the one who put this ring on my finger. You've no right to an opinion."

"And I never would have given you a ring," he says, as if he thinks his lack of interest in you could hurt you any more than it already had.

"Never would have wanted you to," you shrug, both of you as good at feigning disinterest as one another.

There's something about him though that has you curious. Has you feeling like you're being challenged. It's just like it was when you first met. The words you speak are laced with disgust, but the burning in your eyes can only be described as desire. He hates how easy it is for him to get like this around you. Hates that you know exactly what you can do to him.

He's realising now that you're far more in control of your feelings than he ever thought you were. He only ever saw you so vulnerable because you chose that. You let him. He's shut out now, and he doesn't like it.

But he does like the smile resting on your pretty lips as you walk towards him.

The way you encroach on his physical space has him hitching his breath in his throat, as if he's terrified to breathe around you. It's fitting, given the way you make him feel like he's drowning.

It's more than that, though.

What he truly fears is inhaling your perfume. smelling your shampoo. He's terrified of what it will do to him if he learns your hair still smells like gasoline. Even more petrified of how he'll feel if he learns that you don't smell like it anymore, mind you.

It's when you extend your index finger and hook it beneath his necklace that he really begins to lose his mind.

"Yanno," you say so quietly he has no choice but to edge just a tiny bit closer. Raising the key to be level with your eyes, you study it, watching the way the tiny crystals almost sparkle in the moonlight. You know they don't. It's just an illusion. If you had to guess - had to assume - you'd say coke. It's the only thing you can imagine him doing. His eyes are focused down on you, lashes long, gaze stern. "You should have told me you like coke."

Jungkook stays silent as you look up towards him, your lips laced in seduction. He knows better than to let you succeed, but - fuck - it's so hard not to. Whatever you're doing has an ulterior motive. It has to.

"Bumping coke's gonna ruin that pretty little nose of yours," you note.

"The fuck would you know about it?" he scoffs, but doesn't pull away. Can't bring himself to. All he can think about is the way your lips look. The difference in them is minimal, but they're definitely plumper. Have to be. Or maybe he just wants to kiss you more than he ever has done.

Your lips part as you lay your tongue flat and press the key to it.

Jungkook swallows, the lump in his throat swollen and intrusive. You wait a second. Wait for two. Then twist the key and dab the other side against your tongue.

"Takes longer if you swallow it," he whispers. "Snorting is much more cost-effective."

"Maybe so," you shrug, releasing the key from your mouth before pressing it against his chest with a slight push. "But you can't go around wearing Class A evidence like that, you silly prick. I meant what I said," you trail off to a whisper, stepping even closer towards him. He doesn't back away. Quite the opposite. He edges a little closer too. He knows he shouldn't - knows you're just baiting him - but god what a temptress you are. "I need to know I can trust the men I work with. I can't have you getting thrown into jail just for the fun of it. I need you clean."

There's something different about that last command. A softness. A plead. Your eyes linger on his, and then you pull away from the magnetism of his being.

"Stay off the drugs, Kook. A deviated septum looks sexy on no one."

And you're right.

But it doesn't really matter. The coke was just a pass time until his favourite drug came back to town. He's one hit down, and thinks the high will last him all fucking week.

The buzz perseveres. He's so consumed by it that he can't recall the conversation he had with the boys before he left. Can barely fucking remember the drive home.

But as he strips himself bare in the quiet comfort of his apartment, he can remember you.

Can remember your eyes, and the way they engulfed him with the heat of your fury - but also the way they simmered. Lashes low, lids half closed, you'd looked at him like a fucking siren, and the memory of it had his tattooed hand stroking at his firm cock. He hadn't been able to get like this since you'd left. Had tried on more than one occasion. Never managed to see it through. Would feel sick after a pump or two.

It's different now. His wrist flicks and his hand works his shaft, head thrown back into his pillows. His hips pulse, desperate for more friction, his own palm a shitty compromise after the luxury of your pussy.

It's when he's thinking of you that he gets breathless. Starts to moan. Wanks himself even faster. Harder. "Shit, C."

The term of endearment sounds so fucking sweet on his tongue. Has his torso tensing. Ass too. The wave of an orgasm threatening to crash.

Driven by instinct, his strong fingers wrap tightly around his hardened length, stroking gently. Tilting his head back, eyes firmly closed, he lets pleasure wave over him as he rolls his hips up into his palm. A guttural moan escapes his wet mouth, his teeth finding their home on his bottom lip.

More. He needs more of you. Needs your hair in his face, the scent of gasoline suffocating him. Needs his lips around your nipples, hands grappling with your ass. He needs you here.

All he's got - the only thing he's got - are his memories. His body writhes beneath him, the chain around his neck slipping from its position. There's little thought that goes into the way he moves the chain and holds the key tight between his teeth to keep it in place; nothing except the knowledge of your tongue licking against it earlier.

And then his lips close around it. His teeth ease, and the key sinks onto his tongue, the chain taut on his chin. He slows the movement of his wrist for a second. Rolls it once. Twice. Tries his best to work out if he can taste you or not.

He can't, but he can't taste the coke either, which means you did exactly as you intended. He moans, vibrating around the small key, devouring the idea that he'd exchanging spit with you once again, in a way. He knows the truth of the matter couldn't be further away from that, but it feels so fucking forbidden.

Just like you always have been. You'll remain that way.

But as his torso grows damp with the release of his orgasm onto his abs, ropes of sperm that he wishes he could have fucked into you going to waste on his skin, he can help but let his mind run wild.

Can't help but wish for more.

And so it comes as no surprise when Jungkook arrives at the boxing club, bright and early the next morning and says, "I'm in."

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There's a sheen to Yoongi's skin as he opens up his apartment door, damp from the shower that was shut off just a few moments prior. Hair wet and sticking to his forehead, you're surprised to find you're the one choking on your words.

And then he smiles.

Smiles as if he's just beaten the high score of an arcade game, smiles as if he's managed to reach the peak of Apsan just in time for sunset. He smiles, and it feels like he's fixing you up with gold; seeping into the cracks that Jungkook left in you.

"If you wanted me to cover your shifts, you could have just asked," he beams. It's the first time he's seen you in three months. "You didn't have to be all dramatic and quit on me like that."

His teeth are showing, and they only show more when you give him a light tap on the shoulder with a closed first. His body jolts back slowly, eyes eating you up like a souffle pancake after a month-long fast. He bites down on his bottom lip with those pretty pearly whites, and pushes his door a little further back to invite you inside.

"You know you like a girl who keeps you on your toes," you grin back at him.

"Coffee? Tea?" He asks as you cross the threshold. You both know he won't have any at home, and that he'll need to order it in, but the gesture is kind. He's kind. "On my toes, yes. Sprinting marathons just to keep up with her? Less so much."

"Wine? And you'll thank me for the cardio in later life," you assure him, and toy with a joke about other forms of cardio you could do together. It dances on the tip of your tongue, and you know that if you spoke it aloud, goosebumps would form on his bare arms - so you say nothing, instead. 

He'd be the perfect distraction, you think, nothing like the boy you're trying to forget. Kind, and handsome, and someone who actually gives a shit about you. 

Forget distraction. He'd be the perfect man. Or at least he would be if he wasn't so helplessly infatuated with you.

That's thing about Yoongi; he sees all the good in you, and ignores the bad.

He'll take your witty banter, but neglect to factor in how mean it can sometimes be. He'll watch you yawn at work, half-bored to death, but refuse to acknowledge the fact you could cure said boredom with the tasks on your to-do list, that you instead leave for the next shift worker. He revels in the beauty of your laugh, but apparently is deaf when he hears you bitching about customers who have done very little wrong.

You aren't a saint. Perhaps not a sinner, either, but you sure do feel a lot closer to one than you think you should.

For all his wrongdoings, Jungkook never once treated you like you were a saint. There was no pedestal beneath your feet when you kissed him; he'd stoop to your level.

He saw you exactly as you were, which is why it hurt so much when you realised you'd only ever seen a facade that he'd cooked up in the shitty back room of a boxing club.

Thoughts of him are dissolved with mindless chatter, Yoongi always so good at taking your mind elsewhere. He knows you in such a way that talking is easy. It never feels calculated, never feeling like you need to think about what you say. He'd never judge you for a single thing.

Perhaps he should. Perhaps if he'd have held his guard up a little higher, stood his ground a little firmer, then he wouldn't be so weak to the way you batter your lashes and give him coy looks in dull-lit rooms.

There's talk of the garage; the usual customers, your old boss, how late shifts drag without you there. He's quiet when you ask about Jieun. Just tells you she's all good. He changes the subject. Asks about your dad, and how the fuck you managed to keep that one quiet. 

You're surprised to find that honesty feels nice. 

Until, inevitably, it doesn't.

"You gonna tell me about the ring?" he eventually asks after you've both had a little wine to ease the tension of three months you've been away.

You don't drop your eyes from him, not even for a second. His damp hair is nearly fully dry, and he looks so comfortable in a pair of grey sweats and a white shirt, reclined on his sofa. Simplicity looks good on him.

You're still in business casual, tight dress hiked around the top of your thighs as you sit on his floor. It was always your default when you came to his place, for some reason always opting for the floor instead of next to him on the sofa. Always been concerned about keeping a little distance. Funny, how the one time the distance would be apt, you find yourself wanting to sit next to him instead. You don't, though. Not yet, at least.

"What of it?"

Yoongi looks at you like you're a little bit mad. He kind of thinks you are.

"It's on your ring finger."

"Oh?" you say with a small laugh. "Is it?"

His eyes narrow on yours, before they glance back down to the ring. The stone is clear, and if he were to guess, he'd assume it was diamond - but he'd never struck you to be the kind of girl who ever wanted diamonds. Opals, maybe. Emerald, topaz. Stones with a bit about them. Something interesting. Not a diamond. Of all things.

But perhaps he didn't know you as well as he thought he had done. Perhaps you really weren't the girl he had dreamt up in his head; the one that he spent hours upon hours daydreaming about after you left.

Funny, how both he and Jungkook would get lost for lifetimes thinking about you, but they were both so vastly different.

In Yoongi's you'd come back home, show up at the garage like no time at all had passed, and tell him that you were wrong all along. He's the one you want. He's the one you've been going crazy thinking about. He's the one you came back for.

Sometimes he thinks about that week you went to Busan. Thinks about what it could have been like if he'd been the one to take you. Thinks about how fucking good it could have been to experience life outside of the confines of work and your apartments together. He thinks and he thinks and he thinks. Occasionally he acts on those thoughts too, but he tries not to.

It all feels a little wrong.

But that's what he likes about it. The fact he knows he shouldn't be thinking about you when he's turned on just turns him on even more; so he finds himself thinking of you far more often than he should. Thinks of you when he's alone; his bedroom lights switched off, duvet pushed midway down his thighs, hands roaming down his body. He grazes his skin with the tips of his nails. Pretends it's you.

"What about you," you shrug, nodding towards the scrunchie that's looped around the neck of a wine bottle on the counter. "Don't think your hair's long enough for that."

"You'd be surprised," he grins, pleased to find you grinning back.

"Prove it," you flirt, getting to your feet to retrieve it.

Yoongi watches as you retrieve the scrunchie, and knows that he should tell you no.

He should say 'actually, that's my girlfriend's.'

But she's only ever been a distraction to stop him from thinking about you - and how can he think of anyone else when you're in his space, heels off, dark hair draped over your shoulders like fine silk?

In your heart of hearts, you know that the scrunchie means he has someone. The hair grips by the sink, the takeout containers for two next to the recycling, the fact his apartment is actually clean and tidy, too.

"Prove it?" He grins as you return to his sofa, but you don't sit. You stand in front of him. Keep your eyes on him. Wait as he adjusts a little, his leg unhooking from beneath the other so that his lap makes the perfect seat for you to sit upon.

And so you do. You hike your dress up. One of your knees rests down next to his thigh. You're tentative. Slow.

His hand strokes up the back of your thigh. He nods. Encourages you further onto his lap. When your second knee finds its home next to his other thigh, he nods again.

You're smiling as you lower your weight, ass perched on the tops of his thighs. There's a little distance between the pair of you. You're not as close as you could be. Proceeding with caution. His lips pouty, eyes pure. A paradox.

"Prove it," you nod, and your hands start to toy with his hair. He's smiling right back at you, enthralled with the flirt almost as much as he's enthralled with the way it feels to have your nails scratching against his scalp. "Gonna make your hair look so pretty."

It's unfair, he thinks, that you get to have your hands in his hair, but his aren't allowed in yours. Doesn't realise that you wouldn't object.

"Don't think you will," he simpers back, the hand of his that was on the back of your thigh now resting on top of it, stroking ever so gently. The touch is so gentle, so minimal, and yet it has you pulsing beneath the lace of your underwear.

There's a ring on your finger, and someone waiting for you at home, but no one's had you in a position this provocative since you jumped town. See, you're 'waiting'. 'Want it to be special'. Don't want to make the same mistakes you did last time the ring had been on your finger.

Or at least that's what you tell yourself, and your fiance seems to believe it - why else would he get down on one knee again?

"I definitely will," you banter as you wrap his hair up with the scrunchie. His hair sticks on end, like a tiny sprout, and he looks adorable. "Gonna make you look sooo pretty."

He frowns, but with a sparkle in his eyes that let you know he's just joking. "Done?"

"Done," you beam, giving it one final adjustment. There's a slight movement to your hips, too. Getting cosy. His hand sinks a little further up your thigh. You pretend not to notice it. "Prettiest sprout in the whole of Daegu."

"Only Daegu? There are prettier sprouts outside of Daegu?"

You shrug. "Maybe. We should enter you into the national pretty sprout competition."

He adjusts his hips, sitting up a little straighter. He moves you into a more comfortable position as he does so. You're closer now. So much closer.

"Think I could win?"

"Best in show, baby," you grin. "I'd win for best sprout stylist, though."

Laughter echoes around you, his smile so sweet, so saccharine that you think he must surely be made of sugarcane.

The way Yoongi looks at you is devastating. Eyes soft and round, they're glossy and wet. Earnest.

They drop to your lips, then return to your eyes. Repeat. His lashes flutter whenever he does so, and there's a reflection from his floor lamp that looks like a pretty little love heart in them.

So devastating. It's the kind of look people would write films about, all for that one shot of his eyes after the confession scene. The one that will go viral, the one that will be cited for years as 'the look', the one that would earn Min Yoongi a place in the heart of every young woman who watches it. Young men, too. Fuck it, anyone with a pair of working eyes.

He's got a look in them that makes you want to believe in love; but the fact you even have to think about it just proves that this could never be that.

"I'm using you," you tell him, knowing that honesty is all you can really give him. He deserves that much, at the very least. Deserves more, you think, so much more than you can ever be - but he doesn't want more. He just wants you.

He tries a little banter. "To win the competition? I know."

But you don't feel like bantering. You want him to know how much of a piece of shit you are. How much you only ever think of yourself. How selfish you can be.

There's a look on your face that is unfamiliar to him. A warning. I'm a hurricane; I will destroy you. It's one that he ignores.

"I know," he whispers back, seriously this time, his index finger tucking away strands of your hair that are hanging loose. Eyes focused on the movements of his fingers, he's too scared to look into yours. Shy, almost. Timid, and sweet, and everything that Jungkook's not. "And I'm letting you. I'm using you, too."

It's funny, because he really thinks he is. He thinks he's got control over the situation, that all this is happening because he chose for it to happen - as if you haven't been holding the cards this whole entire time. He's only winning because you're letting him win.

Part of you feels bad. You know that his feelings for you run deeper than your simple want to be wanted, and yet you don't try and rectify the situation. He's a grown man. He can make his own decisions. He can make his own mistakes.

The tentative tips of his fingers trail down your cheek, your neck. He pushes your hair over your shoulder, and presses a kiss against it.

His lips trail a little further up, ghosting your neck, occasionally pressing down. He's slow. Takes his time. Savours this; savours you.

You're surprised by the way it feels when Yoongi finally kisses you.

His lips are just as they should be, firm and soft, and when his tongue begins to trail across your bottom lip, you accept it into your mouth. There's silence in your sternum. You had expected that bell to chime like it so often did, but instead, there's just a small fizzle and pop, like a sparkler being dunked in a water cup. You can feel the fizzle, mind you, working its way down until you find yourself clenching.

This is good, you tell yourself. What you need.

Yoongi's tongue is slow as it licks into your mouth. He's working you out. Seeing how you taste, how it feels when your moans vibrate against him.

His hands tentatively begin to roam; hips pulsing beneath you. The weight of your body on top of his feels like a fucking crime. His fingers trail up your back. Tickle at your spine. Curve round your ribs and ghost the underside of your tits.

Your breath hitches, and all you can think about is him.

Your fingers clasp around Yoongi's, holding them in place, stopping them from moving further. He looks at you, head tilting when he realises yours is shaking. He's scared he's fucked it already.

"Just," you say quickly, noticing the panic in his eyes. "These," you gesture to your chest, not wanting to be specific but needing him to know. "Off limits. If that's okay?"

He nods. "Sure, of course. I'm sorry."

"No," you smile. "It's okay."

You could clarify. Could explain. Could make up some lie about how you don't like it, or how you're insecure, but Yoongi accepts your boundaries without question.

"Sure?" He asks, a little scared to venture further. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing. Doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, or make you feel like regretting your choices. He knows that he's probably only ever gonna get one shot at this, but he's gonna treat it like an audition for a permanent position. If he does well, maybe you'll want him again.

His hesitancy is sweet, you think. Endearing. Perhaps a little bit of a turn-off, but you don't seem to mind. You like that you can take of him just as much as he wants to take care of you.

The pace of his hips increases beneath you, your clothes aiding and abetting your crimes. It's not technically cheating if nothing happens. Or at least, that's what you tell yourself.

Sure, his cock is fucking solid beneath his sweats, trapped in the confines of his underwear, and - fuck it, fine - maybe you are so wet that you're leaving a small mark on his crotch from where it's seeped through - but it's nothing.

It's not like you're actually touching his dick. Your hands are exclusively in his hair, his pretty sprout long gone, the scrunchie now around your wrist.

And it's not like he's inside you, either - although he wishes he was. In fact, he's thinking about it when he begins whining into your mouth. Your hips are working against him, the friction getting you closer and closer an-

"God, you're gonna make- fuck, I'm gonna-" he rasps, but he doesn't slow his movements. His hands are on your waist, dictating the speed at which you're moving on top of him. He's using you just as much as you're using him.

"Cum?" You finish his sentence with a sinful smirk against him. Your tongue flicks against his, and he's whining again. You're so direct, so blasé, that he doesn't know how to control himself. "Don't pretend like it's the first time, Yoongi."

See, Yoongi doesn't fuck like Jungkook.

Yoongi fucks nice girls. Girls who fuck for love. Girls who rarely fuck. Girls who do as they should; sit pretty, let the man have his way with them, and ask for nothing in return. Girls who are prudish, and refuse to discuss sex unless they're about to have it.

More often than not, Yoongi goes for girls who love him.

And it's probably why he's so fixated on you; because he knows you never will.

You're unattainable. Good girl gone bad. Sultry and seductive in a way that he's never seen before.

He ruts up against you, chest heaving as his grip on your waist forces you to angle a little further away from him. He shakes his head ever so slightly, lips hanging ajar. "Not the first time. Course it fucking isn't. Look at you."

And now you're fucking whining. He likes the reciprocation. Makes him feel like you want this just as much as he does - and you do. There's nothing you want more at that moment than to have Yoongi twitching in his underwear, unloading himself all because of you. You want the control. The power. The satisfaction.

You want a man weak for you, to make up for how weak a man had made you feel. You want confirmation that Jungkook was nothing special. That you can have the same impact on any man.

And here Yoongi is, hard beneath the weight of your body, your pussy hot against his stiff crotch; body clammy as he pretends like the scrunchie around your wrist doesn't belong to a girl who bakes him homemade tangerine tarts, just because. He isn't thinking about her. He's utterly consumed by you. He'll feel bad about it after you leave, but for now, he's just thinking of ways he can make you stay.

"Slow," you tell him, placing your hand against his chest, just below his ribs. You both ignore your ring just like you both ignore the scrunchie. He's just as corrupt as you are. Maybe you're a good match. Maybe you can be each other's favourite mistakes.

You shuffle back a little; ass perched on his knees, eyes looking at his crotch as your palm follows your gaze. It's not hard to get a read on his size beneath his sweats. They're a pale grey, but there's a telling dark stain where you've been sitting.

"Shit," he hisses. "We can't- I can't. I want to - fucking hell, I really do - but I can't."

"I know," you nod. "That's not what I'm after."

The way you smile as you say it has Yoongi thinking he might just cum right there and then. You're fucking with his head - but what bothers him the most is how much he likes it.

"What are you after, then?" he asks as he feels your hand squeeze around his length. He groans, head tipping back against the top of his sofa. The way his hips pulse is involuntary, and it has sin lacing your smile.

"Just wanna adjust you slightly," you shrug. You want his cock laying flat against his body. It's kind of at an angle now, and while it feels great to grind down on, you know it will be even better if you can work up and down his shaft a little easier. Better for you both.

He bites down on his lip to hold back another moan and nods when you release the pressure of your palm.

"You wanna move it, or shall I?" you ask, not wanting to overstep a boundary.

"I'll do it," he says, hand dipping beneath his waistband without hesitation. It's not cheating if he does it, he rationalises. It is cheating if you do it. He's decided, that's his limit. As long as you don't actually touch his cock, then it's fine. He hasn't given the kissing much thought because he doesn't want to stop doing it.

He looks at you as he strokes his cock, just a couple of times. Just enough to make you wish it was your lips around it, not his hand. You can't see anything - it's still hidden by his sweats - but the adjustment just makes the outline so much clearer. So much bigger.

"This okay?" he asks, almost nervously. Eyes darting around your face to get a read.

You nod. "Perfect."

His hands find your waist again, and he pulls you further up his lap. He holds you in place as he slowly pushes up against you. Your hand snakes behind his neck, the other clasping one of his wrists. Your nails dig in; a moan stuttering from your pouty lips.

"That feel better?" he checks, but your reaction was all he needed to confirm it.

Still, you're notoriously the worst - and so you smirk. Lean forward. Subtly move your hips as you do so. Press a chaste kiss against his neck. Whisper, "I'm not sure. You'll have to try again."

He's even slower this time. Deeper. You shouldn't be doing this, Yoongi.

And yet he does it again. Groans. Curses. "You make me so hard."

You can't help but laugh. He's sweet. Nice to be with. "You're welcome."

It's the giggle that gets him.

Sweet? Nice? Yeah, fuck that.

His hips get erratic. The speed, the pace. Jesus H. Christ. It's a good job you aren't fucking because you think he'd actually break you. You know he'd kiss it better, so it's okay - but now you're thinking of his tongue and how badly you want his head between your legs.

"Wait for me," you whine into his lips, as your hand dips towards your clothed cunt. It's so warm and wet that it's a miracle Yoongi hasn't stripped you bare just to have the luxury of experiencing it.

You both know this is a one-and-done kind of thing. One time can be classed as a mistake. A lapse in judgement. Forgiveness will be far easier. Repeat offences? Well, they're a pattern. Guaranteed to reoccur. It'd be an affair, for lack of a better term.

Yoongi was raised better. You weren't, but that's neither here nor there.

With your dress hiked up around your hips, it's almost cruel how easily Yoongi could access your pussy if he really wanted to. Has been resisting the temptation. The lace of your underwear - black and barely there - leaves little to the imagination. He's salivating at the sheer thought of how you could taste. He can smell your arousal, and thinks you must be some kind of delicacy.

His brain is playing tricks on him. Making him feel like he hasn't eaten for weeks. What he wouldn't give to have you in his mouth right now.

It's out of bounds, though. He can't.

But he can match the rhythm of his hips to the pace you're rubbing languid circles against your clothed cunt, right above the hood of your clit.

And again, he wants it in his mouth.

He needs a distraction. Something. Anything. Feels your grip on the back of his neck and decides that's it.

"Throat," he husks. "Put your hand around my throat."

The sound Yoongi makes when you do as he's asked, nails digging into his skin ever so slightly, is unlike anything you've ever heard before. It's desperate, unrestrained. Pathetic. So fucking hot.

But you're both mewling now, bodies clammy beneath your clothes.

It hits you first; the wave of an orgasm crashing down over you, taking Yoongi with it. Your body shakes on top of his, teeth biting down into his shoulder as hands squeeze your ass so tightly you think it might bruise.

Good. Would be nice to have the mark of someone else on your skin for once.

He folds almost as fast as you do. He's quiet as he cums, not minding that your grip on his throat had dropped. There's no announcement, no prewarning, he just lets his body fall into the familiar notion of what it feels like to experience euphoria because of you. Breath hitched, cock spurting into his underwear, Yoongi's head lolls. His eyes are half-mooned, lips resting ajar, looking directly at you as he cums.

It's sordid. Dirty. Forbidden. Your favourite kind of sexual exploit - but Yoongi is a willing participant. Wanting.

His hair is a little ruffled from your hands, body limp and docile from his release. He makes no objection as your frill his hair with a smile. He does eye you a little curiously as you begin to tie his hair back up with that damn scrunchie again. He's glad it's off your wrist. Felt guilty looking at it.

You tilt your head, eyes expansive and inquisitive as a smile prevails. "Prettiest sprout in Daegu."

And he really is; honey skin all pink and clammy, eyes glossy, a smile forming on his pouty lips. But he's also not stupid. He knows you're just trying to pretend like what just happened never did.

It's the sensible thing to do - but fuck, he's been thinking about that (or at least some variation of it) for months. Years, even. Against his better judgement, he steals a chaste kiss from your lips. "Prettiest sprout maker in Daegu."

The bashful shake of your head, the way your cheeks apple, the sound of your fucking giggle, all confirm it for him.

"Shut up."

"Don't think I can," he grins, satisfied to have finally gotten you like this. And then he kisses you again, because he knows full well that very soon he won't be able to. "Why the fuck did we never do that before?"

You wrap your arms around his neck and simper into his kiss. It's nice to be wanted. Nice to have someone want you just for the sake of wanting you. Nice to use someone instead of being used. There's no ulterior motive with Yoongi; just bad timing. That's all.

"'Cause we'd have never got any work done at the garage if we knew how good it felt," you hum, voice light and airy. He's missed you in the months you've been away. "Would have spent all our time in the stock room."

"You did that anyways," he laughs, pressing kisses down your neck. "Fucking slacker."

His lips stop beneath your collarbones, just shy of your chest, mindful of the boundary you set earlier.

"You never complained," you remind him. "You loved it."

He shakes his head. Doesn't deny it. Just grins.

And that's when the guilt starts to creep in for you, too.

Yoongi's one of the good ones. Hair tied up all cute and silly just because you wanted to do it. There's safety to be found when you're sitting in his lap. He'd never fuck you over. Never.

But you've twisted his arm, and made him fuck over some other poor girl. You know it's gonna eat at him - because he's a good person. Far better than you are.

"Hey," you say quietly. "I should get going."

"It's late," he replies, his deep voice a similar dulcet volume to yours. He's mirroring you. It's cute. "You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch again. Like last time."

The way he tacks that last sentence on is so delicate. So pure. Proof that you can trust him. It's tried and tested. Customer approved. Trip Advisor recommended.

In your heart of hearts, you know you don't deserve another minute of his company. You look down. Choke on your words a little. Shake your head. "Wouldn't wanna put you out."

You've a home to get to.

"It's no bother," he smiles.

You know leaving will hurt him, but fear staying will do more damage.

And again, you've a home to get to.

"Stay," he says.

"I can't," you whisper. Nudge your nose against his. Let your lips linger a little too close. Don't press down until he does. And then you kiss him like you really mean it. You think you do. "I'm sorry."

The worst thing about Yoongi is the way he smiles. It's innocent, even if what you just did wasn't. Sincere. Compassionate. You know he's only thinking about you - but there are other people in this equation. You reach for the scrunchie. It pulls from his hair with ease - a testament to how he feels about his short-lived romance. It doesn't matter though, as you pick up his wrist and place the scrunchie around it.

He looks at it; at your nails and how they clasp his hand so delicately. He squeezes them. Nods. Purses his lips, takes in the shine of your ring, then looks at you. "I'm sorry, too."

You're not sure what for. For not acting sooner? For not asking you on a date all those months ago? For the fact he moved on when you moved away?

"It's cool," you say and try a sincere smile back. He sees right through it. "We're cool."

"We are?"

"We are."

Yoongi calls you a cab. You've had too much wine to risk getting pulled over. The scandal your father would face as the result of you getting a DUI isn't worth it at this point. You've a role to play. A home to get to before the sun rises.

And despite it all, he kisses you goodbye.

"Better not go rogue again," he tells you.

All you can do is smile. "No promises."

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When your fiancé calls through to the master bathroom - letting you know he's off to work - you pretend you can't hear him. There's a shuffle by the door as he waits for a reply, but when he doesn't get one, he assumes you're beneath the water.

Easy enough mistake.

You've been too busy staring at your reflection for upwards of ten minutes, trying to assess who the fuck is staring back at you. The marble countertops are cold beneath your hands, the shower running freely, 'cause you're not the one footing the bill. Your fiancé is.

You don't feel bad about the fact you're quite literally pouring his cash down the drain. There's enough money to cover it - but of course there is. Despite his well-to-do salary man image, his main income comes under the table. It's illicit, but so is everything in the world you'd left behind all those years ago.

The man who put a ring on your finger is on your father's payroll. Has been since he turned eighteen. Is following in his own father's footsteps.

It's all very sweet, when you come to think about it - what kid doesn't look up to their father? You sure had.

You, the daughter of a political figurehead; he, the son of the Chief of Police.

It's what made you such a great couple from the get-go.

Was kind of like the fairytales your mother would read to you before bed. You wonder now if she was trying to ingrain the idea of such a suitor from your early childhood. Get her ideal man embedded in your brain before it even had a chance to fully develop.

Your fiancé is a little older than you are, so they had to buy time. Make sure no relationship between the pair of you could be scandalised.

Once you were of age, it seemed to be a match made in heaven. The stuff of Shakespeare plays.

It was only natural that you would end up together. Set in stone. You'd marry and become an unstoppable force for your parents. The city would remain theirs.

Thing is, you never wanted to be a character in a Shakespeare romance. You always thought it'd be fruitless. They all end up the victims of great tragedies, anyways.

What you had wanted was to be the muse of a sonnet. Have a man dote on you; write you poetry under the glare of sweltering summer heat. Someone who'd make metaphors out of the condensation on cans of chilsung, consumed together down by your favourite spot along the river. He'd mumble nonsense about the smell of your hair and how he'd long to touch you with his ink-stained fingertips.

As you grew, you began to favour motor oil over ink. Hardly a surprise that you'd been suckered by a motor-loving swine with ink etched into his knuckles. You tend not to think about how gentle those hands of his could be. He'd been everything you had ever wanted wrapped into one. Tied with a pretty red bow.

Now, you think you'll be lucky if you make it to the footnotes of a political history book.

You shower. Take a little longer than normal to rinse the grimey feeling of betrayal from your skin. It'll never leave. Not really. Lodged beneath too many layers of skin.

It's not like you had gone to Yoongi's with the intention of letting things get that far. A little flirt, sure, something harmless - but it was just so lovely to have choices. So nice to be able to choose someone who is also choosing you, even if just for a moment. A lapse in time; in judgement.

Your fiancé never chose you. He chose the path of least resistance from his parents, and you just so happened to be crossing the same road as him.

He's tall. The full cliche - dark, handsome. Had been your first 'love' before you knew what love actually was. First everything. First boy to cheat on you, too, but you mother just told you all men were cheaters. Nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. Your father was leading by example.

So even though you're in his apartment, wearing clothes washed in his detergent, helping yourself to snacks he bought, you know not to be too comfortable. Not to convince yourself he actually wants this relationship for anything other than his own political gain.

He's banking on a promotion. Not within his career, but within your father's corruption. You're an asset.

And him? Well, to state it plainly, he's an ass.

He's also definitely fucking his secretary, but it's not like he's getting lucky with you so you don't care all that much. She was in the picture before you. Or at least, while you were away. It's been a few years since you were last here. Enough time for something to blossom. Poor thing probably actually loves him. You doubt it's reciprocated.

The ring on your finger is nothing more than a political move; a safety net for the man who had held had refused to pawn it after you left the first time. You'd been a diamond girl, back then. Had been a different person entirely.

You're sat on his sofa, twiddling at your ring, garbage reality shows play on his obnoxiously large television screen, when he pops home towards the end of his lunch break.

He seems agitated. Doesn't really greet you. Is looking for a casefile he'd left at home this morning.

"Think they're by the bed," you hum, vaguely aware of flicking through them this morning after he'd left.

Petty convenience store robbery, nothing really to write home about. You scoff at the cases he's been assigned, as if he were still a rookie. He's been on the force for years. He should be investigating major crimes. Murders. Narcotics. Corruption.

Then again, he'd end up investigating all of his friends if he did those cases. Must be better for him to stay away.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he dismisses as he rushes on through.

There's a slight waft of perfume as he passes you. It becomes clear why he decided to cram the document retrieval into the last ten minutes of his lunch break. You find yourself wondering if you had smelt like Yoongi when you'd arrived home the night before.

"You picking up the car this afternoon?"

Shit. The car.

"Yeah." Your capability of making lies sound like bible truth is commendable. A skill. Talent. "Was just about to go."

"Okay, good. You gonna be near Kang's? I need some more oil."

You're silent for a moment. Think of which lovely little lie to tell. Settle on, "Jieun lives not too far from it. I can pop by."

He hums something in response. You think it might be a thank you but he doesn't care to articulate it properly. It's not till he walks back to the living area that you realise he's still talking. "-actually be good for you to get out of the house. You can't mope around here all day."

You scowl. Look at him with genuine disdain. "Sorry?"

"I'm just saying," he shrugs, a look on his face as if he genuinely thinks he's not being a dick. "You can't be out all hours at night - and before you say it, I don't care if it's just at Jieun's, I have a work schedule I have to sleep for - and then spend all day doing nothing."

This time, you stay silent.

You don't think he's wrong, but he's also the one who had given you terms and conditions when he put that ring back on your finger. No GS25 was one of them. No university either, which is what you'd really wanted to do; actually educate yourself on business affairs, so that it wasn't all bullshit when you were dealing with the hooligans from Kang's.

But no. To be welcomed back into the fold was to be restricted; prevented from doing things that would garner you any further independence.

"While I'm at Kang's, I'll see if they've got any jobs going," you say. The garage in front of the boxing club would actually be the perfect place for you to work while you figured out your next move. You also know there's no way in hell it would ever be given the green light.

"Working for your father's political rival?" he scoffs, not taking you seriously for a second.

"Says the man who wants me to buy oil from there," you scoff right back. "But fine, I can go back to GS2-"

"No. Your father said-"

"You think I give a rat's arse what my father said?"

"Your father said to keep a low profile until he can justify another job opening in the mayoral office."

"Joy. Can't wait," you say as he walks to the door. He's out of it without even so much as a goodbye when you mumble, "You might be his bitch, Hoseok, but I'm not."

Realistically, the conversation had been done as soon as you mentioned getting a job.

It's on the list of 'No Can Do' activities, set in place by your father to keep his political appearance clean. No job, no school, no clubs, nothing worthy of a scandal. Nothing that could be used against him. He might have won the last election, but Kang came pretty fucking close to stealing it from him. He needs to gain back the favour of his people.

It takes well over an hour to get to Kang's by foot from the city center apartment you're in, so you head to the nearest bus station. Figure you'll just hop on the 503. Will try not to think about Jungkook when you do so.

You're dressed down, a slouchy jumper over a pair of jeans fading you into obscurity. Nothing special. You know you should really make more of an effort to keep up appearances, but you're tired. Exhausted. Not physically, but mentally.

Your old life is draining you.

There had been method to your madness: you'd returned 'home' for a reason.

Part of you wishes you hadn't. Wishes you'd have gone straight to Kangs.

But you needed an 'in', and to be honest, you needed protection. You play a mean game of poker, and your bluff has been perfected, but behind the poker face, you're scared. Of your reality. Of your father. Of the men who dwell in Kang's boxing club.

And so you'd needed to get your ducks in a row before you stepped foot into Kang's. Couple of months was all it had taken for your family to be convinced that your reckless youth had been outgrown; for a ring to be back on your finger.

You find yourself thinking about Jungkook; what it could have been like if you'd have met him before... well, before everything.

You think about your life as a teenager - privileged, affluent. Think about his hardships, and how you could have tried to help. Your father never would have listened to you, but you could have a least appealed to his sense of humanity. Could have tried to stop the funding cuts. Probably could have extorted your father; used his mistakes against him.

Instead, you'd distanced yourself. Changed your legal name as soon as you could because you knew that, eventually, you'd want to run. Would want to remove yourself from any position of influence.

It's why you never could have helped Jungkook. You had been running from the very thing he needed: power, influence, money. At the time, they'd been meaningless to you. Not meant for you, you thought - though you're doing rather well cosplaying as Daddy's little princess again.

As you make your way across town, you notice how bad the air quality is once more - heavy in your lungs, drying your eyes out.

You make your way to Yoongi's, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed. Like you're just going to hang out on a day off. You'll gossip about the boss, maybe make theories on why Jieun had called in sick the week before.

But when Yoongi opens his apartment door, he wants to look like he's ambivalent about your arrival. Indifferent. Unphased. Can't help but smile, though.

"Twice in twelve hours?" he says. "Really making up for lost time, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, because there's an innuendo lacing his words and you're not sure what to make of it. Both of you are sober, now, not a drop of wine left in your systems and yet... you kind of feel like you are a little tipsy.

Your skin is clammy, heart beating a little faster than it should be. Just the air quality, you tell yourself. Harder to breathe. Yeah, just the air. Just the pollution, baby.

Funny, how it's Jungkook's voice in your head again.

But Yoongi's heart is doing the just same. Can't blame it on the air.

He knows last night was wrong, but the adrenaline rush that had come with giving himself up for you made him feel like he'd digested enough uppers to kill a man. Swallowed them whole. Chased a high he'd never reached before. Nirvana. Purgatory disguised as paradise.

"Look, Yoongi I-" You begin, but he interrupts you. Knows the tone of voice you're using. Doesn't want to hear it.

"Don't," he says, opening his door a little wider to invite you in.

You hesitate, but when he knocks his head back, eyes half-mooned as they drink you in, you can't refuse. He nods to the sofa, where you take a seat, shoes off, feet up, legs crossed.

He stands by the wall opposite you, keeping a little distance. Looks down - but then right back up and into your eyes as he says, "You've only just got here. Don't treat me like I was a mistake already."

There's silence as you look at one another. Your lips rest ajar, a million thoughts fighting it out to be spoken first.

"You weren't."

You're not sure you believe it, but you want him to. Don't want him feeling like you regret him.

"No?" He says, dark but deliriously honest; not only how they drink you in, but how they also pour out for you. The windows to his soul are open, curtains wafting in the breeze. He's inviting you in. Offering you a home. "Why does it feel like you were about to say that it was?"

Because you were.

Not because you thought it was a mistake for you; but because it was a mistake for him. The scrunchie has been hidden away, and his take-out for two containers have been left out for the recycling collection. He's testing out what it could be like, you think. What it could be like to have you in his space.

"I can't give you what you need," you say quietly, avoiding eye contact. You'd expected a little more small talk before jumping to the hard hitters, but Yoongi's been striking out for years. He's making the most of your defence being down.

"Can't, or won't?"

"Both," you feign a half smile. "Even if I wanted to, Yoongi, I don't think I could. I'm not made for you people like you."

"And what am I like?"

"Good," you speak so softly he can't help but smile. "Deserving of more."

He just shrugs. Doesn't hide his hurt. "What if I don't want more?"

"Yoongi-"

And then his hurt takes precedence; obscures any whispers in his mind that tell him not to do... well, do whatever the fuck this is. He's waited years for a green light from you. Instead, you'd raced through amber the night before. Looks red now. He just wants fucking green.

"I don't want more."

"Yoongi."

He looks down. Shakes his head.

When his gaze meets yours again, the windows are shut - but the curtains are still drawn open wide. It's dark inside. Lights are off, but there's somebody home. They're waiting for you to come home, too.

He walks a little closer to the sofa. "Tell me you didn't want me last night."

You're so good at lying. Have mastered it. And yet-

"That's not fair."

Why aren't you lying to him? You can be cold. You can be callous. You're perfectly capable of treating the ones you love like they mean nothing more than the shit beneath your shoes, and yet it's hard to do it with Yoongi. Hard to tell him anything he doesn't want to hear. He deserves the earth, you think, and yet all you're giving him is dirt that will get trapped beneath his nails.

"Tell me you didn't," he repeats, standing a little taller now. His shoulders are broad. Powerful. You'd be safe with Yoongi. Would want for nothing. "Tell me you didn't want me last night."

You look down. Shake your head.

Shame is a funny feeling. Fools you into thinking you should be honest.

"I can't."

Yoongi doesn't smile. Just nods. "Because you want me, too."

"Not for the right reasons, Yoongi," you stress, hoping he'll see sense.

"Who gives a fuck about the right reasons?"

"You will."

"I won't."

"When you ruin what's good for you because of something I can't give you, then you'll give a fuck," you tell him. The hairband might be hidden but there's half a tangerine tart left in his fridge and a concert ticket she bought for him taped on the door of it. His life is good. He doesn't need you storming through it like a summer typhoon. "I am nothing. I can give you nothing."

And then Yoongi does something all rather unexpected.

He smirks.

Toys at the corner of his lips with his tongue. Crosses his arms and raises his brow. "You gave me yourself last night."

"I gave you my body," you correct him, getting to your feet. Nothing good will happen from this conversation. You just need to get your keys and go. There's an urgency to your movements, heading towards the kitchen section of his open planing living space. Your keys will be on the hook where he keeps his own, you're sure. "Look, I've got-"

Your movements are halted as Yoongi reaches for your hand. Pulls you round. Walks you back until your ass is against the kitchen cupboards. You're looking up at him. The closeness of your bodies is intentional. Orchestrated by him; allowed by you. His voice is low as he says, "That's not nothing."

"But it's not enough," you stress, and you absolutely mean it. "I'm engaged to be married, Yoongi."

"And I'm already going to hell," he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You don't stop him. "So I may as well have fun with it."

This is a side to him that you've never seen before. One that screams danger. Either he's learnt what you like in a man, or maybe he's just been hiding this part of him. He's tried being perfect, has seen it doesn't work. Maybe this is the real Min Yoongi.

"Yoongi," you say with little thought as his nose nudges against yours.

"Mhmm?" he hums back. His lips ghost yours. Your heart is beating out of your chest. One of his hands is flat against the kitchen counter as the other brushes up the curve of your waist.

You shake your head. The movement only causes the friction of your lips to tenfold. "If this happens, it doesn't mean anything."

He smiles against you. Shakes his head. Presses his lips against yours. One, two, remember to breathe. Pulls away. "It means everything."

You've always been a sucker for men who speak in definitive terms.

But you know how dangerous they can be, now. Know not to trust their words.

"We're not on the same page," you say. At least this way, you can't be accused of leading him on.

"We're not even reading the same damn book," Yoongi smiles against you. Kisses you again. Pulls away before you're ready for him to do so. "But does it really matter if they both have the same ending?"

And then you kiss him. It's soft. Tender. So sweet and gentle compared to the hardness of your heart. "It's not a happy ending."

"So close it, then," Yoongi says, pulling away from you a little. He's giving you the chance to leave. To get out. Escape. "Close your book. Stop this from happening."

But then you're kissing him again, and his tongue is in your mouth and - fuck - it's so nice to feel someone touch you with such intent. You know this is more than something casual, know that you've cared for Yoongi for too long for it not to have stemmed from nothing, but there's no permanence. It's terrifying and soothing all within the same swipe of his tongue against yours.

"One last chance," he says, lips so close to yours that he may as well be sending you telepathic messages. "Close your book if you want to."

It's shameful, the way you shake your head. Keep your eyes closed. Swallow. "But I wanna know what happens next."

Must sound like music to Yoongi's ears. He kisses you so deeply you think you may suffocate.

"What happens next is up to you," he moans into your lips, his nimble fingers pushing the button of your jeans through its fastening. "But it starts with this."

The sound of your breath is heavy. It soundtracks the murmur of your jeans zip being pushed down. Doesn't hide the way he curses against your lips.

"Yoongi," you whisper, eyes closing to stop yourself from catching his gaze.

His lips press against your throat, his dexterous fingers toying with the lace of your underwear. He knows he shouldn't. Knows that there's no taking this back. Knows he's fucking everything up - but he's played it safe for so fucking long and where has that ever gotten him before?

"Yoongi, I-" you try again, but his tongue strokes against your neck, teeth grazing it ever so scarcely. His fingers sink into your jeans. Press on your clit above your underwear. It has you gasping for air. He eases his pressure, then reapplies. Repeats. Your hips move languidly against his movements. You want this. Want him.

Want to feel like you're actually loved.

"Say the word, and I'll stop," he promises.

But you just shake your head.

"No?"

"No."

"Don't stop?"

He presses his fingers against you. Circles. Once, twice. God, it feels so fucking good to have him touch you like this. Has you mewling. "Don't stop."

"I won't. I'll make you feel so good," he husks against your neck. "You know I can do it. Know I can make you feel better than anyone else ever has."

The promise is pointed; directed at Jungkook. You hate that you're thinking about him. Hate that as you tug on Yoongi's hair, his fingers still pressing against your clothed cunt, it's Jungkook's face in your mind. His smirk, how he loved watching you come undone, how he comes undone.

And so you open them. Focus on Yoongi. Tell him how good he's already making you feel. Tell him how you've thought about this before.

It's not a lie. Admittedly, it was before Jungkook had ever come onto the scene, when you and Yoongi were still dancing that awkward line of flirting or friends. You'd settled on different sides, but, for a while, you contemplated what could happen if you chose the same side as him. Spent a couple of late nights imagining how he'd feel.

He's more delicate than you ever expected. Gentler. Softer.

"Is that what you want?" You moan as his lips yours, nails scratching up his throat, remembering how much he'd liked it the night before. He whines a little into the kiss. "Wanna make me feel good?"

He nods. "Wanna be the reason you cum."

His hands sink further into your jeans. Slip beneath your underwear. You're like fucking silk on his fingertips. Incredibly sodden silk, but silk nonetheless. Exquisite.

Yoongi presses his body into yours, and you can feel his bulge against your tummy. No matter how badly you appear to want him, he wants you more. Always has done.

What a devastating achievement this is. Yoongi finally has the girl he's wanted in the palm of his hand, lungs stuttering her chest - but it's tarnished.

All he ever wanted was to love you. Not to fuck you. Sure, it'd be an inevitable side-effect, not one he'd ever complain about, but this just... wasn't how he'd envisioned it.

He's not sure that he could classify what he feels now as love. It's something quite similar, yes, but it's tainted. The waters he's treading are murky, as if something could pull him under at any time. A little bit of seaweed, maybe, wrapping up around his ankle, seeping up his legs like the ribbons of ballet shoes, pulling him down to dance on the ocean floor.

He'd let it, he thinks, if it meant he got to dance with you.

It's when your hands creep to the top of his trousers that he knows he's won. Knows that you do want this, too. Want him.

The second your hand wraps around his length, warm and stiff in your palm, he's ready.

You'd come undone with one another the night before. Used each other. It was self-serving. Self-gratifying. But now?

He's going to be the reason you come undone. His movements. His hands. Him. All him.

The way he guides you through his apartment is sweet. Careful, and gentle; his back is to the walls just in case he knocks into them. Keeps you protected.

And that's exactly what Yoongi is; a safety net.

But as he gets you on his bed - gets you undressed, gets his lips in places he only could have dreamt of, his tongue on your skin, teeth nipping - it's easy to forget that the safety net is still suspended a few meters above ground. You're not entirely secure.

The way Yoongi cradles your jaw makes you think you are, though. He always asks permission. Never takes a chance. Is vocal not for the sake of it, but to make sure that you always have an out. He wants this, wants you, but only because he's convinced you want him too.

Let me eat your pussy, baby. Is that okay? Will you turn over for me? That's it. God, yeah like that. You're so fucking good at that. Wait, wait- no. I'll cum. Don't wanna cum yet. Sit on my face. Shut up, no, I don't care. Maybe I want you to suffocate me. God. Taste so fucking good. That's it. Grind. On my face, baby. All over it. Look at how hard you made me.

And how can you refuse his requests?

Yoongi doesn't hide what he likes. Likes you. Likes you on top. Your hand around his throat. The way your nails feel against his skin. Would really like for you to leave a mark but he always grabs onto your hand whenever he thinks that you might. It's a reminder: his body isn't yours.

His heart might be, but who cares about that?

You don't, clearly, and so nor does he. He'll take what you give him.

And what a gift it is; clammy bodies, dulcet moans, whines of his name.

Yoongi's thought about this so many times, but he's never realised how good it would feel; what it would be like to hear you giggle while he's pushing himself inside you. Had never realised that you'd kiss his temples when he bottoms out, or that you'd whisper his name like a fucking bible verse. Never considered that you'd be so tight around him that he'd spend a fair while warming his cock inside of you, kissing you slowly as you adjust to his size. Never thought you'd taste so sweet, sound so serene.

Never thought he'd get this.

But he did.

And so now he gets it. Gets why that blonde-haired prick couldn't stay away. Gets why he wanted Yoongi to know how well he'd been fucking you - because now it's the only thing Yoongi wants to do, too.

Wants you. Wants you. Wants you.

Wants you in his bed, on his floor, in his shower. Wants you in the GS25 stock room, wants you out back in one of the cars he's working on. Wants you in every way he can get you.

Wishes he hadn't taken so long to act on it.

Because he knows that he can never really have you, now.

It's why he's letting himself indulge on this occasion. He knows what he's doing is wrong, but as far as he can see it, it's a once in a lifetime. He'll never get the chance again.

Never get you sat on his cock like you are now, never get to watch the light that peaks through his half-closed blinds illuminating your features, never get your cheeks all rosy and dimpled like this ever again. Never gonna hold your bare hips as you grind against him, never gonna pull on your wrist to bring your chest flat to his, never gonna kiss you through another orgasm.

But for now, he does. Bucks his hips, whines your name, tells you he's there, tells you - oh god, like that, baby - he's gonna cum. Fuck.

And so you meet him there. Rub delicate circles on your swollen cunt, bringing yourself to release just when he does. The thin layer of latex between you protects you from becoming his, but it all feels the same. The way your heart beats. The way he kisses you. It all feels the fucking same.

His arms wrap around your back. Hold you tightly. A kiss is pressed into your shoulder; up your neck.

The guilt that you expect to arrive never comes.

It will do, eventually - but much later on. His will come in the depths of the night, when he's sleeping beside his girlfriend, too much of a coward to tell her that he's betrayed her.

You think yours will come in the cold light of day a few months from now, when you finally let your brain process everything you've been through.

He tells you he's sorry, cock still buried inside of you, and you shake your head. Tell him you're sorry, too.

"What if I don't forgive you?" He teases, trying to lighten the mood - but you almost think he means it.

"Good," you smile. "It would be good if you don't."

You trace the vein that runs down his arm, and forge some faux sense of intimacy. You're playing house, but you can't play forever. Always have to go back to reality at some point.

This point comes half an hour later; Yoongi shirtless in a pair of sweats, leaning against his door frame toying with loose strands of your hair. He wants to kiss you. "Do you regret it?"

You want to kiss him, too. "Do you?"

The way you ask is so light and airy that Yoongi still feels like he's floating. The only thing he wants to weigh him down is your body on his.

"No."

Your want is growing too large, so you look down to avoid his gaze. Yoongi notices a lash on your cheek. A wish. He should reach for it. Collect it on his thumb, tell you to blow it away.

But he already knows what you'll wish for. Who.

And so he doesn't give you the chance. Hopes the wind will steal it from you.

"Don't be a stranger," he tells you as you go. His lips are plump, annoyed with his brain at the lack of kisses stolen from you before you left.

You lie. Tell him that you won't be. Say you'll see him soon.

Both of you know that you won't.

And it's only confirmed when you get into your car - breath heavy, eyes warm, tears verging - and you spot fucking Jieun walking up the road towards Yoongi's apartment. She's carrying a punnet of tangerines. Wears her hair tied into a half ponytail like you used to do.

This. Now. Yeah, this is when the guilt comes.

It makes so much fucking sense. Of course they'd have ended up together without you in the way to fuck everything up like you're so bloody good at. You wait until she's inside his apartment complex to start the car up, and fucking pray that Yoongi's gone to freshen up, that he's hidden the condom in the trash, that his lips won't taste like you.

Oh god, it's all so fucked.

"What have I done?" You berate yourself, head resting on the top of your steering wheel.

Whatever has happened has happened. You can't take it back. Nor can Yoongi. Just a fact of life now: Min Yoongi has fucked you. And you've fucked his life up.

You dart through town, giving little to no shit about the speed limits nor the unwritten rules of the roads, and find yourself cleaning tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand. You're not crying, not really. Not intentionally. It's just kind of happening.

That's your excuse for everything these days. It just happened.

The radio is off, and the roads are smooth beneath your tyres, but everything just feels so fucking loud. The engine barely makes a rumble but it feels like it's roaring at you. Screaming.

And then you are, too.

Screaming at the world; why it had to be this way. Why you're incapable of making good decisions. Why you couldn't have just stayed in Busan with the boy who'd stained you red with the colour of his love that ended up being nothing more than a little lie.

By the time you get to Kang's, you really are sobbing. It's in the way your shoulders shake; chest tightens. That's the issue with going back to your family. You're a frightened little girl all over again. Out of your depth. No fucking clue what you're doing. Just trying to feel something. Anything. Anyone.

For a moment, it had worked. And now everything is broken again.

You twist the keys in the ignition; let the engine cool before you pull yourself together. Pull down the sun visor, check yourself in the mirror. Check for signs of weakness. Grab a little lipstick from the centre console. Your eyes aren't all that bad. There's a little blush on your face, but there's plausible deniability. If anyone questions if you've been crying, you can blame it on windburn. Or tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. One of the two.

A deep breath settles in your sternum. You're not who you were a minute ago. You can do this.

Shoulders rolled back, you hold your head high as you enter the boxing club. The TV is playing in the background, Seokjin and Namjoon sat up by the sofas. They're surprised to see you, but it's not entirely out of the blue. They knew you'd be back.

Jimin clocks you as he's grabbing a water, and nods. You don't nod back.

And despite the fact you refuse to look at him as you enter the boxing club, Jungkook knows.

He's not entirely sure of what he knows, he's just aware of the fact you aren't quite yourself. There's an elegance to how you carry yourself and now is just the same, but... there's something. He can't pinpoint it. Can't figure it out.

But of course he can't.

It's a matter of the heart, not the mind.

In the same vein, it's not a matter at all. He doesn't care about you. Not like that. Doesn't give a shit if you're hurting, or if you're upset, or if someone has been unkind but-

Oh, fuck it.

He does care. He does, he does, he does. He cares so much. So, so much. So much that it feels like his heart has been ripped from his chest just looking at you. There's blood pooling all around him. Kids fucking dance in it like puddles. You watch from afar with a smile and a shrug, holding his still beating heart in your hands. You did this, love.

Jungkook closes his eyes. Shakes the image from his head. Tells himself to stay off the hallucinogenics for awhile.

His eyes find you again as you walk towards Seokjin. Jungkook is down by the bags, unwrapping his hands after a heavy session. There's sweat gleaming on his skin, staining pretty patterns down the back of his shirt. He's pleased you'd arrived now. Knows he looks like shit, but also knows how much you liked fucking him after a workout. Would tell him not to shower. Was the pheromones. Some shit like that. Drove you fucking wild.

The pleasure he takes in your timing is forgotten about when he realises just hollow your eyes are. Finds himself actually wanting a shower - admittedly, with you. It was always where you'd find the most comfort together, and that's what he wants. Just wants to fix whatever's gone wrong for you today.

Instead, he just walks toward the sofas. Doesn't like not being a part of the discussion. There are a few nods. Slight deliberation - and then Seokjin calls the Jungkook and Jimin in to the sofas regardless.

"Taking a vote," he says. It's already been discussed in private between the boys, but no formal plans have been put in place.

You choose to stand. Jungkook sinks into the leather of the sofa in front of you. Avoids eye contact. You pretend to look at the men around you, but you don't really take any of them in. You're unfocused. Disillusioned; disassociating. Daydreaming of the beach, where the water is clear and the sand is warm.

And then, you do let your eyes fall on his. They're so wide and worried. Jungkook is certain he's never seen you like this. Something isn't aligning. Hasn't been since you left, but he thought things would fall back into place when you returned.

You okay? he says silently.

You look him up. Look him down. Part your lips - only to close them again once Seokjin starts talking.

"All those in favour of working together?"

One by one they raise their hands. Seokjin first, then Jimin. Namjoon looks around. Shuffles uncomfortably. Doesn't look at you as he raises his hand.

"Kook?" Seokjin asks.

"It's a bad fuckin' idea," he says, eyes never once dropping from yours. He's not telling the boys. He's telling you.

"Your forte," you say sweetly, but there's no smile on your lips.

And he just nods.

"Yeah. It is."

He raises his hand.

Full house.

"Alright, then," Seokjin beams. "Let's get to work."

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter Three 💓🐞

Summary: Did Crowley kidnap her daughter? Does he have a good side, or is it all bad!.

A/N: Oh yay, I just love writing about this man, starting to become a Crowley girlie for sure, let me know what you bugsies think, and once again, thank you for every like, reblog and message. much love🐞❤️💕 🐞

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱 Also, some comfort and funny moments

Word Count: 1691

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget York, Lainey York, Doctor❤️

Tiny little hands tugging at her, lets her open her heavy eyelids, her eyes still a little puffy of the sleep, not recalling where she is, she looks over to the young voice, big brown eyes, glancing at her, her voice angelic ''Mommy! Mommy'' the little girl with her cute round face and short little legs makes her way up the bed, plunging down, to her side, her voice brittle, ''Lainey?'' 

The little girl squeals as she get lifted up in the air, his deep English accent, warning in a gentle way ''don't hurt your mom now'' her eyes widens as she realizes what's  going on, filled with anger ''let my daughter go''

Placing her down, throwing his hands in the air, ''Listen Bridget Love, I just don't want your little one to hurt you''

Holding her hand out to the five year old, ''come here sweetie'' trying not to reveal the fear and anger in her voice, the little girl runs towards her, a confused look on her little round face, ''it's okay sweetie'' glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing through his dark brown orbs, ''how, how do you know my name?''

A smirk forming on his lips, ''Love, I have many connections, it was easy to find out who you were, and you were so worried about your daughter that, I had to find a way to get her too you!''

''So what you kidnapped my daughter from her school?'' her lips pursed

''Not me so to say, I have men who does it for me'' a smug grin plastered on his face.

Holding Lainey close to her now, ''I hate you! Let us go'' she demanded

The man gaggles a bit, ''Pick a number and get in line, love, the queue is long''

Not amused by his answer, she shifts on the bed, feeling the pain pulsing on her side, her voice flat ''what do you want from us''

Inspecting the woman with her blue eyes, her blonde medium length hair, revealing the slight friction from the pillow, her face elegant but strong, her plum lips, pursed together, the little brown eyed girl, with the two brown pig tails safely tugged behind the woman's arms, his heart, flutters a little, but he shakes the feeling, without a single word he just leaves.

Sighing she checks Lainey out, trying to make sure she's okay. ''Are you okay sweetie'' 

The little one just nods her head, ''yes mommy'' she searches her mother's face, her brown orbs as big as they can get, ''mommy''

''Yes sweetie''

''Why don't you like the funny sounding man'' she questions 

''Well honey, it's grown-up stuff, okay'' she smiled

Folding her arms, her little face very serious, ''Well I like him'' she claims

Letting out a little laugh, ''honey, you like everyone''

She puffs her chest, ''not everyone, I don't like Jimmy, he's just mean''

She can't help but to laugh at her daughter's face, ''I know sweetie, how could I forget''

As he stands out side the room, waiting for the doctor to show, he hears the room that is now filled with laughter, ''it sounds like heaven'' he mumbles underneath his breath.

''Good morning, boss'' the doctor greeted

''What's so good about it'' he sneered, his usual comment not quite reaching his eyes, as they seem a little lighter than normal.

The old man laughs, as he knocks on the door, announcing his entrance, ''Good morning you two'' he greeted

The young woman's face went from smiling to immediate disgust. ''Hello'' she hissed

''Hey little one, why don't you go outside for a little while, okay, I just want to check on mommy'' he asked

Looking over at her mom, and after she nods, giving the go ahead, she jumps off the bed, announcing ''I'm going to play with Cowley''

Bridget lets out a giggle, ''it's Crowley sweetie''

Pointing her finger at her mom, ''I know, that's what I said'' then she runs off screaming ''Cowley, Cowley''

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the doctor's aged face, anxiously she asked ''doc, why is he holding us hostage.''

The old man, gives her a smile, ''Bridget, he's not keeping you hostage, he's keeping you safe''

Amused she lets out ''safe? safe from what exactly?'

Seriousness in his voice ''from the men who did this too you, by now they know who you are, a up and coming famous reporter, they would want to silence you and most probably your little girl too, just because they can, remember, they must've had your purse''

His words drenching into her mind, ''wait what! your actually serious, that's just great, that's just marvelous'' screaming now, ''I didn't ask for any of this''

''I know you didn't, and I'm truly sorry, you had to go through it, but we just want to help, I promise'' he assured.

''Urghhhhh! Can't life just give me a break'' the frustration building up inside her, trying to fight back the tears, enraged she shouts at the poor old man ''LEAVE! GET OUT DAMMIT''

Crowley comes running in, ''What the hell, is going on here?'' he questioned, glaring over at her, then the doctor he gestures to the old man, he should leave a little while.

She gets up to a standing position, still dressed in the button-up shirt. ''I want you all to leave me the hell alone'' she sneered

He walks closer towards her ''listen here now, you little ungrateful ...'' he bites his bottom lip in order to stop him, from saying something horrible, instead he looks into her ocean blue eyes, ''The doctor just wants to help you''

''I know'' she snaps at him

''Then let him, dammit'' he demanded

She squeezed her eyes shut, in order to fight the burning of the tears, threating to spill over the edges.  

His voice loud and deep ''Look at me dammit, you will listen to what he says'' 

Her eyes flung open, eyeballing the man, with his dark hair, and strong face , her voice brittle and shaky ''why'' is all she lets out

''Because....'' he couldn't even finish the sentence when she just chipped in.

''Why'' her voice breaking now ''why me, why did they have to do this to me''

He strides closer to her, feeling a little uneasy as she sways from side to side. Trying to think of a right answer, but then he sees the flood of tears running down her delicate cheeks.

Her voice barely audible ''I'm not a bad person, why do life keep testing me''

Her little body trembles with every sniffle and tear, he can't help it, he gently pulls her closer to his chest, his chin on the crown of her head, his hand caressing her hair, it seems like the embrace gave her the permission to break, perhaps the initial shock of the events that lead up to this point, needed an outlet. 

Hearing his heart beating, feeling his arms around hers, the gentle stroking of her hair, as she just stood there sobbing, who would've known, that she'd find comfort in the arms of 'the devil' the aroma of cloves and pine, hits her nostrils as he held her even closer, a low roar, escapes his lips ''I'll take care of you love, let me please''

She glared up at him through her thick lashes, a soft whisper, rolls over her lips ''Okay, I'll let you'' he looked at her surprised, she can hardly believe it herself, but for some reason, he made her feel safe.

Glancing down at her, he felt the urge to taste her lips, to hold her and never let her go, but how could that be, he's only known her for a few days, he can already tell this woman, isn't a human being, but rather an angel,  getting angry at himself, for feeling so out of control, he lets go of her, placing her down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed together, his voice deep and flat again, ''You will listen understood'' he demanded. 

Shocked by the sudden coldness, she couldn't even form words, to reply. She just sat there the dampness still visible on her face. She knew despite the fact of his attitude towards her now, that'd he wouldn't hurt her or Lainey , and with knowing that , she can start the recovery process,  because she's going to nail these bastards, they can't just go around butchering people. 

The doctor comes in again, smiling, ''let's check you out, what do you say''

Just nodding she smiles ''Where's Lainey?'' 

Laughing ''She made new friends with the chef, and she's eating a cookie''

''Thank you, and sorry'' she mumbles

''Don't mention in, now come on, get yourself comfortable, you shouldn't strain yourself so much'' he advised

''I won't,'' smiling now, ''I never said thank you for saving my life''

''Thank you, but mostly it was that somber man, who did the saving, I just did the stitching'' he lets out a gaggle

''Well thanks anyway,'' fighting to keep her eyes open, ''why do I feel so tired''

The doctor explains away, but soon realizes she dozed off. He laughs when he sees the tough man he knows as the Boss, the Devil, whatever you want to call him, gets dragged in by a five-year old , a big smile on her face, her little cheerful voice, brightens the room ''Mommy needs a cookie too''

Crowley goes down too the little one's height, in a soft compassionate voice ''mommy is very tired, and she's sleeping now, why don't we put her biscuits down here, okay, she can eat them later'' he takes the crumbled biscuit and places it down on the bedside table, as he turns to face the little girl again, so that he can maybe find something to distract her, so that she doesn't bother Bridget, but what his faced with, lets a smile pull at his lips, Lainey, climbed up the bed, next to her mother, and in her embrace the little one's eyes were closed as well, both mother and daughter drifted off to sleep. Taking one of the blankets, he tugged them in snugly. He walks away into the hallway, realizing that those two is tugging at his heart-strings, and he doesn't like it one bit, he is alone for varies of reasons. And with those thoughts tumbling around in his mind he walks into his office, closing the door behind him.  

Chapter Four Here

[pmdnightfall]

This young Espurr's name is Nova. Most of their life has been a blur so far, only seeing darkness when they try to think back. Due to this, they're a Pokemon of few words. Waking up in an unfamiliar place and with limited knowledge of the world, Nova wonders if this could be a new opportunity at life?

NOVA: I Like It NOVA: Thank You Nova's mouth curls into a slight smile. Seeing this, Ouka is overjoyed. OUKA: YAY!! I'm glad you liked it, I'm sure we'll be the bestest of friends!! Ouka takes Nova's hand, squeezing it harder than it would be comfortable out of excitement, but the two wouldn't have the opportunity to go anywhere before two Pokemon approached them. ????: Not so fast, whoa-ho-ho...

Two sketchy-looking fellows interrupt Ouka and Nova's meeting. They seem to have their eyes on the Gligar's crystal.

BOWLHEAD: You have something interesting over there, girlie! Hee-hee-hee!

OUKA: Huh?? Wait, I know you!! You're Team Skull!! NOVA: Who OUKA: Some team of no-lifes that do nothing but bother people, no one you should pay any mind to. BENSON: Now that's just rude, isn't it? We just want to take a closer look at that shiny thing you have 'round your neck... Whoa-ho-ho...! BOWLHEAD: That thing looks like it'd sell for a hefty price! If ya aren't using it for anything, we'll take better care of it! Kueh-hee-hee! Ouka quickly clutches the crystal in one pincer, fully intending on defending it from the two Team Skull goons. OUKA: Like hell!! This is a gift from a good friend, I'll never let any of you hooligans get your filthy appendages on it!! BENSON: We were just trying to be nice, girl... Benson's expression turns more menacing. BENSON: If you insist on being so mean, we'll have to teach you that our requests are non-negotiable... Whoa-ho-ho. NOVA: You Give Me Bad Vibes Benson and Bowlhead turn towards Nova with curiosity, a face they didn't recognize from around these parts.

BENSON: And who's this kid, whoa-ho-ho? BOWLHEAD: Kueh! Some new weakling around the block. Nothing to fret over, Kueh-hee-hee! NOVA: You Are Annoying NOVA: Shut Up BENSON: Huh?! What'd you say, vermin?! Whoa-ho-ho!

NOVA: I SAID SHUT UP! BENSON: Oh shit

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[mkiss723]

LItG S8 Vol. XI

This one is long! 😘

More gossip?! Of course I want to know it all duh!

Jin grabbing me for a chat before the movie night was good. Got to hear him out. I’m glad he’s being respectful of Sienna but I wish she could get it through her thick skull that he’s just not that into her.

Movie night!

I feel so bad for Bea. She is so sweet and he is such an ass. But she is the one who chose to bring him back over the others when we tried to warn her so… 🤷‍♀️

Oops there I go again, spilling tea I’ve heard… 😏

And I do believe Jin but he also could have been a bit more clear so I do get where she’s coming from. A little bit… I did like getting to rub it in Sienna’s face though 😝

Paying gems to watch Liam fail miserably with Claudia was totally worth it! 🤣

Ugh Emel and Oakley are super irritating at this point. Hypocrites both of them! 🙄

Both Jin and Max’s clips were both super cute and choosing between them is getting harder by the episode! I still love Jin though!! But Max is so tempting 😉

My clip was so nice and tame… this time round. (I’ve seen some other scenarios of what plays if you’re not loyal and oh boy! 🫣)

Not sure how I feel about Theo and Hari talking about me too in their clips. I feel bad for the other girls. I’ve never once flirted with either one…

The boys recoupling was fine. Went pretty much the way I figured it would. OG LI picked us (yay for us loyal girlies!!) and then our Casa LI picked Sienna (yuck) and I’m not sure how I feel about that since I like him too… would have been interesting if Oakley was able to choose Sienna and then have the rest of the couples all mixed up 😅

This is the one time I will thank Liam because… Holy… Moly… that shower scene was 🥵 I’m seriously enjoying the newer spicy scenes. They are much better this season! All ways are hot so play them alllll! The pinning the hands up against the wall is sooooo up my ally I can’t handle it 🫠

Dammit Sienna… just had to ruin it there didn’t you? Though I’m not sure why it would be a secret if you’re coupled with the person you’re caught with. Oh no! You caught me getting busy with the guy I’m coupled up with and have been keen on the whole time! What will everyone think? 🥱

Heart Rate Challenge Time!!!

So excited for this HOWEVER the outfit choices are awful! I am so disappointed in the options for MC! Why the awful bright iridescent colors?! What happened to our choices compared to the other girls?? I would literally have taken any one of those over our choices! Ours are so tacky and cheap looking! The mermaid isn’t sexy AT ALL and the cowgirl literally hurts my eyes AND the hat/collar don’t sit right on MC’s body and hair! 😤 The other girls get such cute outfits - especially Bea and Emel…

Anyways, back to the challenge! I do enjoy this one but seeing Sienna all over my Casa boy was hard to watch even though I’m with Jin. I wish we could choose to dance a little bit for everyone like Claudia did instead of all one person. I want to raise as many heart rates as I can!! 🤣

Hazel liking Liam is sad. Poor girl. Oh well she’s been warned too. Bit of a hypocrite with Emel though (shocker!) calling out Hari for not dancing with Hazel but Hazel chose Liam to dance all over and nothing was said to her… I hate double standards.

Not sure how I feel about the Viking outfits… like I like that each boy’s version is a bit different, but the hats sit really weird on their heads. Definitely not a fan of the caveman one on Jin, doesn’t show enough! Max’s superhero is so cute! He can save me any day! Also, he gets bonus points for having pop as his song type because that is what I picked as my favorite! And I’m a fan of Indiana Jones so that was a good one too! But the guys outfits are pretty cute this season! Overall two thumbs up for the boys 👍👍

And of course Liam is a jester… 🙄

I wonder how the results will go… if either Jin or Max gets their heart rate raised most by Sienna then I’m gonna be upset. I know I can’t have both in the same playthrough, but they’re both still mine!! 😅

I really hope the new bombshell doesn’t pick me. Please go for anyone else but me. I am finally back with Jin and I don’t want to ruin that! Also, I’m not a fan of his face so that doesn’t help! lol I guess we shall see what happens next week.

This time it isn’t as bad to wait like the past few weeks have been so that’s good… or is it bad? 🤔

[natrogersfics]

Natasha is away for an assignment and Steve takes care of Izzie on his own. Maybe they can a “girly day”?

“Now where was my invitation to this lovely gathering?” Natasha asks as she leans a shoulder against the doorframe of their living room, smiling at the sight that greets her.

Isabel turns towards the sound of the question, the teacup in her grip freezing mid-air as she all but flings the plastic back on the table and leaps out of her seat. “Momma!”

A chuckle falls from Natasha’s lips as she bends down, waiting for Isabel, clad in a royal blue princess dress and a bright red leatherhead – a combination she’s certain comes with an elaborate explanation from her three-year-old – to run into her open arms. “Oh!” she exclaims, standing with Isabel in her embrace and making the little girl giggle as she peppers her cheeks with kisses. “I missed you, fig!”

“I missed you too, momma,” Isabel says, pulling away just enough to look at her. “We’re having a tea party!”

“A costume tea party,” Steve adds, rising from the comically small chair around their coffee table that Natasha knows he was careful not to put his full weight on.

“I can see that,” Natasha says, smirking at the combination of the tiara and lime green feather boa her husband is sporting.

“Daddy and I had so much fun today, momma!” Isabel exclaims in her arms, prompting Natasha to turn her attention back to her daughter who’s practically radiating with bliss.

Natasha smiles. “That so?”

“Mhmm,” Isabel confirms, nodding enthusiastically. “Before the tea party, we went to the park and fed the duckies and went on the carousel. Then we went to get ice cream!”

“Ice cream and the park?” Natasha confirms, feigning disbelief.

Isabel smiles. “And I painted Daddy’s nails.”

On cue, Steve lifts his hands, wiggling his fingers to show off his glitter-covered nails. Natasha shakes her head, chuckling. “Well, I’m glad you two had an amazing time.”

“You should come with us next time, momma,” Isabel says.

“Tell you what,” Natasha says, dusting a kiss to Isabel’s temple before quickly glancing at her watch. “Why don’t you put your shoes on and we’ll see if we can go another round on the carousel before dinner?”

“And see if the duckies are still there?” Isabel asks, looking hopefully up at her and then at Steve.

Steve nods. “Sure, babe.”

“Yay!” Isabel says, causing both her parents to laugh as Natasha sets her down and she darts towards her room.

“No running!” Natasha calls out the same time Steve does.

“Sorry!” Isabel yells back even as her little feet continue to pitter patter against the hardwood.

“That girl,” Natasha says, a fondness in her tone even as she shakes her head.

“That girl indeed,” Steve says, a smile pulling at his lips. He steps closer to her, placing his hands on her waist before leaning down to press his lips to hers.

Natasha’s voice is barely above a whisper when they pull away moments later. “Hi.”

“Hi back,” Steve says quietly. “How was your trip?”

“Long,” Natasha admits, letting the enthusiasm she had mustered to greet Isabel with falter just a bit. “I’m tired from all the back-to-back meetings and sore from having to stand in heels for hours on end at all the events Pepper dragged me to.” As she rests her hands flat on his chest, she lets out a sigh. “I’m just glad to be home.”

“We’re glad that you’re home,” Steve says earnestly, grinning. “Although…” Natasha’s brow rises as he leans down. “What makes you think…” he whispers in her ear, causing her eyes to flutter shut as she feels his breath across her skin. “That you’re not going to be…” He presses a kiss to her jaw. “Tired…” Then down her neck. “And sore around here?”

With a breathy chuckle, Natasha cups his face between her hands, pulling him up ever so slightly so their lips can meet once more, this kiss leaps and bounds hungrier than the last. She nibbles on his bottom lip, feeling ever so smug when that elicits a grunt from him. His grip tightens on her hips, but just as he’s about to pull her even closer-

“Daddy!” Isabel yells from down the hall. “I need help changing my outfit!”

They pull away, and Natasha laughs as she watches Steve groan as he looks up at the ceiling. “That’s why,” she says, smirking as she gives his shoulder a pat. “Duty calls, Dad.”

“Daddy!”

“Coming, fig!” Steve calls out, shooting Natasha an amused look as he shakes his head. “That girl.”

Natasha smiles. “That girl, indeed.”

Drabbles Masterlist

[shysnowflake]

"Purr For Me"- CAT!Xiao x GN!reader

hellooo!! So this time I'm offering you guys some fluffy yay! Please enjoy some cute meow meow moments with Xiao <33

btw,I changed Childe “ojou-chan” (young lady,girlie) since it’s gn,I hope you guys don’t mind.

Art credit: @MGPH__ on twt

""Summary: meow””

It was a calm afternoon for {name},they had finished all their commissions with success and now were waiting for Xiao in the Inn as they watched the sunset. 

Xiao and {name} were in a relationship for 3 years and half now and things were going smoothly,he had many sides but didn't know how to express it which put them in a complicated spot for a while but,as time went by,Xiao started to get more comfortable and that was something that {name} was very proud and happy to witness. 

{name} was pulled away from their thoughts when they heard a loud cat hiss coming from behind them,as they turn around they see Childe holding a what it seems to be a very unfriendly mint cat “Little cutie!! You are here,that’s good..very good actually” Childe greeted as he struggled with the agitated animal in his arms “Childe?!! What-? I have the impression that I don’t want to know the answer but,what it’s up with the cat?” {name} asks as they got closer to the man “ah yeah,funny story actually,but before that,what are you doing here?” “Me? I was just waiting for Xiao to get back from his- pfft” {name} suddenly start to laugh when they made eye contact with the cat thinking about how similar it looked with Xiao,specially since it had the same forehead mark “hm? Why the laugh cutie?” {name} composed themselves before answering “I'm sorry,it's just that this cat looks so similar to Xiao I couldn’t help it” “oh! Maybe it's because it’s actually him” “yeah probably….Wait WHAT?!” {name} is standing there in shook with what just came out of Childe’s mouth “What do you mean with it’s him?!” Childe,still struggling with the feline in his arms that refused to stay quiet begin to explain “so long story short, I ran up with Xiao on one of the hilichurls camp and decided it was a good idea to get closer to him while I gave him a little hand during the fights,the problem started when a witch appeared and tried to attack me with some weird magic thing, so I dodged but,well,Xiao was behind me and ended up getting the hit instead and now he is like this” {name} was concern about the situation, but they also were more confused than anything “why a cat?”.

They got a down a little and asked the cat “are you really Xiao?” the animal that was fighting with all his strength to escape from Childe’s grasp went quiet and just stared at them before answering “Meow” Both of the human were left staring at each other before asking at the same time “what do we do now?” and with that they were both left thinking about a possible solution “OH I KNOW! First you take this-” Childe said as he passed the cat or better saying,Xiao to {name} arms which he didn't resist it and just stayed quiet listening to their conversation “-Now I need to pass by Liyue harbor and ask Zhongli-sensei for help,I’m sure he knows something about this that could help us” {name} actually thought that was a great idea,who better to solve this problem then the oldest Archon himself “that actually sounds great,please solve the issue that you caused mister Childe” they said with an annoyed tone “yes yes,and you-” the young man said as he got down to talk to Xiao “-try biting me again and I will give you as a special ingredient to Xiangling” he finished with a fake smile on his face while Xiao tried to attack the man’s face but {name} hold him before he could “well then,im off,good luck with the wild animal little cutie” and left,leaving Xiao and {name}  staring at each other “what do I do now” they thought to themselves.

“Xiao I swear to God if you run away one more time I-” they now found themselves trying to bathe Xiao in one of the round wood bathtubs of the Inn since he was extremely dirty and had some cuts over his body,but the cat seems to think different since from the moment he saw the tub he escaped from their grasp and is now running around the room “MEOW!?!” Xiao let it out a loud sound that could easily be translated it to “ARE YOU INSANE?” “Don’t you dare raise your meow at me old man! You're dirty and hurt from the battle so let me bathe you so then I can take care of your cuts” {name} said as they trapped the cat between the wall and lift him up in their arms with a tight grasp “MEOW!! MEOW MEOOW” the cat let it out as his lover took him to the tub and placed him in there. 

Truth was that Xiao was embarrassed of being bathed by his lover,even if he was in this form,and for that reason he desperately tried to escape their arms and just as they successfully put him in the water he slipped out of it and run away… again. 

They let it out a groan of frustration and said “Xiao listen to me,I need to bathe you so that your wounds don’t get infected and you get sick okay? So please come here and allow me to do that”{name} explained with a soft voice ,Xiao stared at them considering,his love did seem to be concerned about him, so him running away was only troubling them even more and realize that made him feel ashamed and childish for his actions. 

The cat slowly approached {name},still felling incredibly embarrassed of being take care of by his lover since he was the one that usually did that, and rubbed his head against their hand “Are you ready now?” “Meow” “I will take that as a yes then” they said picking him off the floor and placing him in the warm water of the tub which made him relax immediately but still be aware of his surroundings,{name} took one of the cloths and proceed it to give Xiao a very relaxing bath.

“Done!!! Look at you-pfft” {name} had finally finished bathing and attending Xiao’s wounds and was admiring the cat in front of them that was wearing a lilac lace around his neck and had an irritated expression on his face “Meow,meow?” “Yes,I do think this is very fun and you look beautiful so don’t worry about it” they answered the animal while they got the bed ready for them,{name} decided it  it was better to stay the night at the Inn since they still need it to talk to Childe about the situation in the morning “come here” they said while tapping on their side pillow, Xiao seems hesitant but eventually gave in and hop on the bed laying besides his lover, {name} placed their hand behind his ear carenssing making him purr and lean in their direction for more contact “Even if this is not the best situation,today was fun right?” they said while they gave up to the exhaustation and fell asleep,Xiao stayed awake for a while before slowly snuggle even more into their arms allowing himself to relax,for him, the idea of being taken care of was new, but he liked, the felling of having someone that cared and were there for him was really nice and with this thought both of them slept peacefully during the night.

“What is even that?” {name} asked with a weird expression on their face,they were now talking with the Geo Archon, and he presented a weird solution which was to apply some odd shiny blue powder over Xiao’s body that would make him go back to normal “this was a present from a powerful sorcerer I used to know,but I must say I'm not aware of the side effects involved in it” Zhongli explains,{name} look down at the cat in their arms and asked “are you sure you still want to do it? We can search for other ways,safer ways” “meow!” Xiao was determined to get his human form again,this was too pathetic for him to bear “awn! Even when he looks so small and wear such a pretty lace he is still a warrior inside” Childe that was standing next to them made a joke making Xiao try to jump at him but being hold back,again,by {name} “Quiet you two, Childe did you bring Xiao clothes and spear?” “Yes,here it is” the Fatui said while placed them on the table “good,now {name} put him down and let’s begin” they let the cat go that stopped in the middle of the room “Now,I’ll start to apply it,ready?” Zholgli said as he got down “meow” and with applying the archon meant just turn the whole cup of powder on Xiao’s body making the room fill up with a blue smoke “What the- cof cof,Xiao are you okay?” {name} asked trying to see him in all that smoke “Yes,I’m fine” the deep and stern voice made it’s presence as the smoke stared to fade away “that's great- waah” they are surprised by a pair of hands covering their eyes “oh no” Childe whispered as he tight up the ‘blindfold’ around their eyes “sorry cutie,you can’t look now,if you know what I’m talking about” {name} understanding what he meant felt their cheeks heat up and just let it out a tiny ‘okay’.

 But the silent atmosphere is soon cut off by Childe suddenly loud laugh coming from behind them and Xiao angered voice “What the hell is this?” {name} worried about what had happened to Xiao start to fight Childe grasp “What happened? Childe let me go!” “Well,I believe that’s what we call side effects little cutie” Childe said still laughing and removed his hand from their eyes

The first thing they notice was Zhongli peacefully drinking his tea in the corner of the room not seeming to care about a thing in the world,but their eyes soon fall on the man standing in the middle the room shirtless leaving his back tattoo and battle scares out in the opening,however that wasn't the problem,the problem was the fact the Xiao still had the cat ears and the tail on him “oh my God!” {name} said,to them,he looked adorable,specially since he still had the lace around his neck “don’t blame me,I warn you about the side effects” Zhongli calm voice said while Childe was still laughing “Isn't he cute?!” he made fun of the adepti “That’s it! I'm killing you right here right now!” Xiao said as he grabbed his spear but Childe didn't seem to be scared of death and continue to tease him “try me kitten” and with that they started to run around the room “just don’t break anything please” The Geo Archon says,still enjoying his tea “Zhongli how long do you think the uhm, Side effects are going to last?” they asked “hmm.. I would give a month and a half” the two grown man stopped frozen at their place “A MONTH AND A HALF?” all of them say at the same time “this is going to be a crazy month” {name} thought to themselves.

[cindersandroses]

Digital Get Down, Chapter 1

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 1/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Sized OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard... never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

AUTHORS NOTES: This idea happened while we were floating around our pool a few days ago. I don’t foresee this being very long, but as always, if you want more, we will write more.

Also on AO3!

Chapter 1

SuperHank: Hey girlie girl, I did it! I got the pass for DragonCon. After almost 10 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days, I’m officially coming to meet you!

OrcPrincessPeach: Yay! Are you sure you can afford it... and the airfare?

SuperHank: Dollface, for you, I would move the oceans and walk to you. I can’t wait. August seems so far away.

OrcPrincessPeach: Be still my beating heart, you sappy romantic. I can’t wait to see you.

SuperHank: Same here. I gotta go raid. I will talk to you later. I’ll text you before I go to sleep. Have a good day at work.

OrcPrincessPeach: I will see you later tonight!

Opal closed the laptop and smiled to herself, trying desperately to keep a squeal of delight from escaping her lips. Nothing ever made her feel as amazing as talking to Hank did, even when it meant little sleep and getting up well before the sun to do it. But Amber, her roommate, would be the first person to yell at her for making too much noise in the morning… especially since it involved Hank, whom Amber did not particularly like for some reason.

Nevermind that he and Amber had never actually talked to each other. And, in fact, Opal had only ever talked to the man herself, too. Well, “talking,” in so much that they called each other, texted each other, and chatted on the World of Warcraft message boards about everything and nothing at all. There was the one time, though, when she had been “talking” with Hank, that she may have gotten too loud during a little early morning (for her, anyway) phone sex.

So maybe Amber did have a point.

Opal’s cheeks heated at the thought, replaying the memory in her head as she pulled on her most adorable red peep-toe pumps. All the boys in her programming pod at Blizzard loved it when she wore them; they always made her feel like she could take on the world. Because, seriously, who was going to mess with a woman wearing sky-high red heels during the day? It was amazing what she could convince her fellow game designer nerds to do when she wore these heels with this outfit.

She smoothed her otherwise fairly normal navy blue sheath dress over her slightly rounded belly and wide hips. These clothes were her armor against the world, much like how her orc character dressed in the game. Opal and her orc both needed the image that they could take on the male-dominated World of game design, when in reality, she could very much be a shrinking violet. Especially when it came to her body.

Hence why she had only shared very, erm, specific photos of her body with Hank, and him with her… in the best light, angle and pose. He had an amazing body, and she, well, she didn’t have an amazing body. It wasn’t terrible, per se. It did the things she needed it to do, but she certainly could have spent more time at the office standing desks or in the employee gym. But her red pumps wouldn’t allow her to do either.

So she just had to hope--and pray--that when he saw her in the harsh light of day that he didn’t run away screaming. Because there certainly had been a few online boyfriends before this who had done just that.

Opal left her room and carefully made her way downstairs to get her bag together for work. Tycho, her rather large ragdoll cat, was laying on the back of the couch, half on the black bag and rubbing his chin on the rigid canvas handle. Clearly, the bag was his now, just like everything else in the house.

“Hey, you better move it, buddy. I gotta get to work so you get good gushy food.” She pointed at him.  “Be gone when I get back in here.”

Tycho rumbled a low meow in response and didn’t move.

“Freeloader,” she mused.

She headed into the kitchen with a huge smile returning to her face and butterflies making her slightly queasy. After almost a year, she was finally… finally… going to meet the boy she’d been dating online. Most people would take that as a sign that this was all it would ever be--online and still fairly impersonal.  To be fair, though, Hank had planned to come and see her once before, but work had not let him.  And it wasn’t like they were on the same continent, normally. They were halfway around the world from each other. But this time, he swore up and down that this was going to be it. They were going to cohabitate in the same hotel suite for a long weekend, and make good on all the very dirty promises they had made each other in the ten months they’d been “together.” Of course, she was well aware that he still may cancel, but for now, she was going to live in her dreamworld.

Amber was already in the kitchen as Opal made it into the room. Her roommate sat bleary-eyed at the kitchen table and stared at her cell phone screen.

“You already made coffee?” Opal asked.

The brunette nodded and motioned her head towards the almost full pot.  “Yeah, cause I didn’t have to get up at a stupid time in the morning to talk to my internet boyfriend.”

Opal rolled her eyes. “Amber, it’s not that bad.”

“Really, Opie? What time did you get out of bed this morning?” she asked, her eyebrow peaked.

Opal sighed. “Six.” Amber shook her head.  “It’s not normal. How long have you been ‘dating’ this dude?” she asked, emphasizing her point with air quotes and all.

“Almost a year, but he and I are finally meeting. We’re going to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon. It’s a halfway point between us, we figured it would be neutral territory,” Opal explained.

“Is Con really ‘neutral’? You’d live at a con if you could.”

Opal ignored her comment. As far as she was concerned, it was neutral… and certainly big enough to get lost in the crowd if things didn’t go well. She certainly didn’t want to bring him around her house if Amber planned to be there to scare him away.

Opal continued with a light, dreamy sigh. “It’s going to be super exciting. I’m ready to meet Hank. He is a fantastic guy; he is kind, funny, loves his family.”

“Sounds like you’re describing a labrador. Next thing, you’re going to tell me he is loyal and in love with you,” Amber replied, shaking her head. “You can’t be in love with someone you have never met in person.”

Maybe Amber was right, after all. How much could someone truly know a person from what they say alone? It’s merely a facet of who they are. Actions were also huge, and he had not yet proven anything to Opal in that category.

But still, Opal was sure Hank was different. She’d had a lot of online boyfriends throughout her life--her life revolved around the computer, so it was only natural. And comparing all the other examples with her current love interest, this just felt different. Like… it might actually be real.

“You can love their heart, and I adore him. He is pretty great. I’m just hoping he’s the one.” Opal grinned.  “We would have an amazing story to tell our kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.”

Amber pressed her lips together into a terse line and returned to whatever was on her phone. “Well, when this all bursts in your face, Opie, you just come home to me and remember that I love you no matter what.”

Opal smiled. “I know, Amber. You’ll pick up all the pieces. But I don’t think that’s going to happen with him. I don’t know. He’s different.”

“Does he know?” Amber asked, the cup of coffee close to her mouth.

“Um... know what?” Opal asked.

“That you’re not some skinny bimbo?” Amber asked, motioning in her direction. Amber’s eyes scanned her body slowly, critically. “All the people on the internet have this idealized image in their head that the person they’re talking to is Giselle Bundchen, not Ashely Graham or Tess Holliday.”

“They are both gorgeous and many men are in love with them,” Opal defended. “And they’re both married.”

Amber shrugged. “I’m just preparing you for it, if it happens. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

This conversation, though, was hurting her. Hank wasn’t the direct cause of it, just a reason for Amber to start this. She knew Amber had her best interests at heart--no friend wants their friend to get hurt--but the way she achieved her goals, and the words she used, were not nice.

Opal sighed. “Look, he knows I’m fat. He knows I have curves and I’m not a size two. He and I have had several conversations about the fact I’m not some little skinny thing. He said he adores my heart, and he doesn’t care what kind of body it comes in.”

He also said he preferred thick women because he didn’t feel like he was going to break them when things got… athletic. But Amber didn’t need to hear that, either.

“My god, if that isn’t a line,” Amber scoffed.

Opal shrugged. “Amber, stop! Your thinly veiled attempt to fat shame me isn’t going to work. I’m going to go to Atlanta, I’m going to meet him, and I may even sleep with him.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “You won’t have sex with him. You’re a 32-year-old virgin.”

Opal shrugged. “You know, stranger things have happened.” She twisted the top on her thermos. “I’m going to be late for work, I’ll see you later.”

She walked back into the living room, removed the cat from his perch, picked up her bag and headed out the door to work. As she walked the block to the bus stop, she pulled her phone out and put on the playlist Hank had built her. She smiled as the songs began to play, each one having a special meaning to both of them. He was always adding new songs with little notes about why he added them.

These little love notes never failed to make her happy again. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they ever stopped.

She knew what Amber said shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, but she was self-conscious. Her body had always been something that set her apart and had made her shy when it came to men. Of all the potential dates she’d had with online boyfriends, she had only been on three real dates in her adult life. All of them turned tail and ran once she said she was a virgin. So for those very few that were able to get past the body issue, those three considered her lack of experience to be insurmountable.

Hank didn’t make her feel like that. He didn’t seem to care, or if he did, it wasn’t a deal-breaker. If her lack of experience didn’t do it, there was a very real possibility that her other image issues would be the end of it.

When she arrived at the bus stop and sat down, Opal made the decision to push Amber’s nagging voice out of her head. She wasn’t going to let Amber break her confidence. Hank adored her, for who she was, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her music all the way up to block out the self-doubt and scrolled through her playlist, looking for her favorites. At the bottom of the list, added only a few minutes before, was a new song. Opal giggled and clicked on the song, closing her eyes to listen to the electronic 80s synth and Richard Marx croon, “Right Here Waiting.”

[tslasvegas]

Episode 2: “I am typically regarded as a joke” - Livingston

Anyways... rip Colin, no idea who that was.. obviously Okay well I think we are out of the first impressions stage of this game and I think I've done an okay job of not making a strong impression one way or another, except to DeNara who I've been talking to most consistently since the start of this game. Except for today lmfao I was NOT active on purpose but I'll try to get to that in this confessional. I saw that the tribe went on a call so I decided to join and chit-chat with the girlies of this tribe and I've gotta say.. I'm lowkey disappointed to learn that despite being a returning player, everybody else on the tribe is friends with each other. Aside from Mo it sounds like they all know each other one way or another and I'm kinda left out of that connection. Even though they might not all be friends, it is a bit uncomfortable to be in a call with people where you know NOTHING they're talking about and you're not catching any of the jokes or references to other games. Also, I noticed that the personalities kinda blended together and these aren't people that I'd get along with in other orgs I play, so.. oops. One highlight of the call was that Nik was talking about Rachael and they were saying that Rachael got rid of them, I believe. Basically just talking about how they view Rachael differently because of that I guess? I was kind of in and out during that. But then DeNara posted IN THE TRIBE CHAT when it was just us three plus Kailyn on the call that Nik was spilling tea... and it was just. so. cringe. Idk if Nik or Kailyn noticed and the fact that everyone else was acting so nonchalant makes me think I missed something but either way I was on mute howling bc of second-hand embarrassment. As far as my current position, I do feel a bit comfortable with where I'm at because although I AM uncomfortable being left out of the friend group, normally I thrive early game when I get underestimated. I'm trying to just not make waves and stick to whatever plans come my way and hopefully people don't view me as a threat. Every time I'd leave and rejoin the call everybody was talking about totally normal IRL stuff so it doesn't seem like people are playing the game yet, but last round I did make a bit of an alliance with DeNara for the time being. Despite feeling like an outsider, I'm going to just continue to look at the positives of every situation because as a pessimistic person by nature, I'm inclined to feel doomed in any scenario. But this is my redemption season. I'm not here to get tenth place, I'm here to win and this season will prove itself to be an uphill battle and I'm just getting started. Tumblr Survivor has always felt like the story of Sisyphus and the Boulder to me. Look into the deeper meaning of the story and I promise a lot of the details do kind of relate to me and my character throughout my run in this community, but the general idea is that I've been tasked with a chore of having to push this heavy boulder up a neverending mountain in Hell. As a returning player, I've faced a lot of hardship when I could've just gotten the outcome I want the first time, and each return to Tumblr Survivor, I've pretty much done worse and worse since then. I'm ready to finally push that fucking boulder out of the underworld and bring myself back to the playing field I deserve to be on. For now, I'm just going to keep pushing.

So glad we won that first immunity. Why am I not surprise to see a unanimous vote for the first tribal. Even a self vote.... hopefully we win again today 

I’m already over this tribe. Keegan and Liv are the only fun ones to talk to, Joey I think tries but also doesn’t. Also low key hoping people don’t know too much about Svalbard cause if people know about Rachael and I being close that could be a problem. I’m not letting my work schedule get in the way of my activity, but it’s a bad sign to me when I’m of the most active people on the tribe. I should be the baseline, not the gold standard

I think our Tribe is a bit laid back. Not much interaction, not really that engaging. I hope Jake and Kevin did a good job at the challenge, I don't want to go to Tribal again. The typhoon here passed, I hope Tribal passes too!

Woo we got out the main inactive person. Although really my entire tribe is quiet and lowkey inactive, but Jake and I talk a lot in PMs which is good. Also Stephen is doing his best with timezones so I know he wants to play bc he's always on when he is able to be on. The next biggest inactive person on the tribe is Kevin, but he instantly volunteered to do the challenge so yay I guess. If we lose though, he is still an option to go in my mind. I'm not trying to make too much of a plan because we could win this challenge and then I'm going to try to open the vault because if we come in first I will have 10 chips. But I still need to figure out if it costs 10 chips to open the vault or if you're just not allowed to look at it until you have 10 chips.

You want a confessional, well here it is. Nothing has happened. To be honest, I’ve barely even spoken to anyone today. Or yesterday for that matter. It’s also been quiet in tribe chat.

I finally got my tribe on a call. Most of them joined in, at least for a little bit so that was nice. The only person that wasn't on call was Ben, which kind of paints him as the outsider of the tribe right now. 

...five seconds later

I want to get to know Mo better and maybe set up some sort of alliance with them, but they are so spotty with when they are on, it is difficult to keep a conversation going. I am not chill enough for this game yet lol.

ok. so like that's annoying. that challenge was supposed to be fun but jake is making a big stink. and like yeah i'm mad too but like it's over and it's just a game it's not like actual money lol. also, i don't really care if we go to tribal. makes you stronger. whatever. i'm sure he's a nice person but like i think he's just mad he lost. whatevs. 

Nik and Rachael did our challenge and won. Thank goodness it wasn't me! What my tribe will soon come to realize is I am basically useless at challenges. Rip me.

...five seconds later

Yay! Mo finally asked if I wanted to work together! Took them long enough ;-) jkjk I am excited to finally start playing this game

So after a heated and undeserved loss - sorry Dan I know we talked about it but I'm sticking to my guns - I start packing my bags. All of a sudden Stephen wants to target John, John wants to target Timmy; and nobody is throwing my name out there... Like... Hello? I just got into a public fight with production, shouldn't I be target number one? And now, Xavier and I are the swing votes... How the hell did the worst Tumblr Survivor Player and a 45 Year old man end up stuck in the middle? What the hell even is this season?

WE LOST AGAIN. So now which alliance to choose?! 

I can't believe this round. I should be the target, why - why am I not the target? I lost the challenge. I yelled at production. I am the easiest vote, but nobody is voting me! What is happening?? Timmy and Stephen made an alliance chat with Xavier and I to vote John. John and Kevin are working together to vote Timmy. Xavier says - "Jake tell me what to do!" Timmy and John are both telling me everything the other one is saying to each other, and it's amazing. I have no idea how Xavier and I are voting tonight. On one hand, you have Stephen and Timmy who seem like a really strong duo. But Stephen trusts me a lot, and if I vote out his closest ally than I'll go down that list - which could be trouble in case of the inevitable swap. John is MY closest ally, but if we vote him out the team is much more united. Do I play for ME or do I play for WE? I'm 95% sure the vote is going to be 4-2, and people are going to be blindsided.

“Theres three tribes! Means we’re less likely to have back to back tribals” -_- sure jan. So we lost again, blergh, looked like an annoying challenge. The tribe is still pretty muted, who knows whether they’re voting for me or not. I made a 4-man alliance with Timmy Jake and Xavier, which i do want, but we’ll have to see if everyone is legit. The two bad possibilities are if everyone is actually voting me for various reasons (timezone, round one oopsie, etc.) or if the real vote is jake for arguing with dan. idk, time will tell. From my POV the vote is John, pretty randomly just based on the fact of who competed in the challenge.

Hiiiiiii So I am very excited to be back in the game again. I very much enjoy my original tribe especially Andrew. We already have a Pennsylvania alliance with Stephanie and I think that that is good groundwork to have moving forward should we ever lose a challenge we already have three that are tight in at seven so if we hear anything about any of them targeting us we can do something about it. I like Livingston a lot and Joey but I can’t tell if Joey is 14 years old or not and that kind of bothers me. I am v excited to get with Kevin and see where me him and Andrew can go 

Winning is great, but we need to lose the next one or it’s gonna be a weird spot if the first swap is at 18, although it is very possible that it’s at 16. I don’t want to go into a swap with all the agency being with Luxor, or us having the most players because in both cases we get painted as the targets. Bad news all around

I have yet to confess but here goes! I feel very good on my tribe. We seem to be doing fairly well at comps so far and I would love to continue to miss Tribal as much as humanly possible. I have talked to everyone on my tribe in some capacity but I am not trying to be the one to initiate like alliances and shit before we even have to attend tribal. I just wanna be chill and lay low while also being a good member of the tribe whom people like. Keegan and I have a mutual agreement to make sure each other gets far. I got first boot in my last game and he has never made single digits here in Tumblr Survivor so let's change that. One fear with working with Keegan is that he knows how I play. I played his game, Forest of Horrors, and got rocked out at the Final 7. Keegan has since told me that I was runner up for Player of the Season. I am typically regarded as a joke in this community but Keegan is someone who knows how I play and respects how I play. This game is an entirely different scenario so I am going to likely try to keep my connection up with him.

So the vote seems like it's going to be John Coffey. I'm quite sad about it for a few reasons. He is really nice and I know we work well together in games and he is a very loyal player. Also, Jake had an entire temper tantrum last night after results and that was just extremely annoying. But, Jake is more active and talks to me more while John is a rare sighting. Tbh I would rather it be Kevin but I think they're getting a pass since they participated in the challenge...always next tribal because knowing this tribe it's a strong possibility. I swear if the next challenge is a music video though I will punch a wall since that will be my death sentence since I do not participate in those. I never feel comfortable so I just don't. If we go to tribal as a tribe of 5, that might not be that good, so just really hoping that that is not the next challenge.

ok here's the tea guys. i am pretty solid in my tribe right now. after this vote tonight there 5 of us, and 4 of us are in an alliance, which is good. HOWEVER, i'm solid with the 3 people separately. that's put me in a good spot for a tribe swap/merge. obviously we're like years away from a merge. but we could tribe swap soon. we shall see! 

[kinda-ooc-just-a-little]

Don’t Lie to the Kids

Thought of this cute poly short at work because I need two cuties in my life.

ProHero!Deku X ProHeroSupport!Reader X ProHero!Uravity

Rating: G

No Specified Gender

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“Hey Deku, where did you get your name?” A child jumped excitedly.

“Yeah, isn’t it a mean word?” Another child questioned.

Izuku let’s out a laugh. “Actually, it has another meaning. It sounds like ‘you can do it!’ I want people who are in danger who hear my name be able to think to themselves, ‘I can do it! I can survive this!’”

A wave of oohs and ahhs wash over the group of children.

“So kids, whenever you’re in a sticky situation, or feeling down, just think to yourselves, “you can do it!”

A cheer rises from the group of kids as they all stormed Izuku to hug him. Laughter was shared all around until pro-hero Uravity showed up to the scene.

“Okay, kids! It’s time for pro-hero Deku to return to his duties!”

All the kids replied with disappointment. “Does he have to go?”

“Sorry kids. Crime waits on no one!” Izuku gives them a final smile waving them goodbye as both the pro-heroes continue with their patrol.

“Deku, don’t lie to the kids.”

He jumped at the sudden sound of your voice. “W-when did I lie?”

“You know damn well you got that nickname as an insult of your name,” your voice teasing through the microphone in both pro-hero’s ears. “and only made it ‘you can do it’ because a cute girl made it sound good.”

You could hear both of them sigh.

“Don’t you have anything else to do besides flirt with us on the job?” Ochaco said into her communication device.

“Oh come on, you know I get bored watching these cameras all day.” You replied, flipping throughout the city to find any sort of criminal activity to find nothing interesting.

“Maybe you should get a hobby?” Izuku suggested.

“But then I won’t be able to watch out for your ass’s when I need to.” You flipped to the camera that they were passing. “Speaking of ass’s. Both of yours is looking pre-t-y good.”

You practically fealt them both blush through the microphone. You could see Izuku purposefully trying to shield his face from your camera. “Come on babe, don’t shield your beautiful broccoli face from me.” you cooed. “Should I go back to pickup lines?”

“Please don’t.” They both said in unison.

“I know why people call you Mi-dor-ia because you are a-dor-able!”

Izuku whispered a “Jeez” and full on blocked his face from your cameras.

“Ochaco you must control the gravity in my heart, because I keep getting pulled to you!”

Ochaco squished her face to get rid of the blush rising in her cheeks.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. How are they so adorable?

Your laughing stopped when red started to blink on one of your cameras. “Heads up, we got an alarm going off at the local park. Looks like another one of those drug-induced villians again.”

“We’re on it.” Both heroes exclaimed as they started making their way through the city.

“Better hurry, he’s not staying in one place.” You tracked him across your cameras, but started to loose him. “If you both cut over the mall, you’ll run right into him.”

“Thanks, Overwatch.” Izuku said as he effortlessly wall jumped to get to the top of the buildings as Ochaco flew right over.

“Ladies and gentlemen please keep your hands and legs inside the ride at all times,” you spoke while you were relaying coordinates of the attack with the police. “and do not exit until the ride has come into a complete stop. And also, you wonderful Overwatch will have dinner ready by five o'clock sharp.”

You hear Ochaco giggle through the coms. “Your so weird.”

“You love me tho.” you responded.

Izuku and Ochaco glanced at each other and smiled.

“Of course we do.”

“I’m so glad showers were invented.” Ochaco says as she entered the kitchen, hair still wet from a shower.

“Need to wash all that city dirt out of you, little mochi?” you say from the couch. You and Izuku were watching the recent report on the villain attack in the park.

She pouts at you. “What did I say about that nickname?”

“That it’s adorable and fits you perfectly.” She sits next to Izuku as you turn up the volume. “Because you are adorable.”

You see her pout as she turns her attention toward the TV.

“Pro-Hero’s Deku and Uravity strike right on time, once again, as another Titan villain strike occurred at central park this afternoon. The police have managed to find the source of the serum that made its rounds and got very popular years ago, but it seems it still is a threat to the public. Even so, Deku and Uravity continue to reassure the public that even if it remains a threat, it won’t be for long.”

You could feel the two pro-hero’s eyes stare into you as you turned the volume down.

“It’s not fair.” Izuku spoke.

“Zuzu, we talked about this.” You tried to reassure him. “It was years ago, and it’s not like anyone knows-”

“But that’s the point!” He exclaimed. “You were the one who caught the main dealers and got them off the streets with your cameras! You should be on that screen with us!”

“I hate to agree, but Izuku is right.” Ochaco added. “You worked so hard on those city security cameras and stayed up countless nights tracking them. You should at least get the credit. You should be there… next to us.”

You sigh as you stand up to stretch. “I don’t need fame, you know.” you simply stated. “I just need money, and the city gave me plenty.”

“Fame is money.” Izuku said as he stood up. “You have so many great ideas that could help so many people, but nobody knows who you are! It’s not fair! I just-!” he grit his teeth and looked down. “I just want them to know you’re a part of the team. You’re a part of US.”

“What Izuku is trying to say, is that we don’t want all your hard work to go to waste.” Ochaco fiddled with her fingers. “We’re worried that you feel left out because everyone knows that me and Izuku are together… but they don’t talk about you.”

You could feel your heart clench. We’re they worried about that all this time? You knew they were getting more cuddly and less vocal about your flirtatious manner… at least less than normal.

You walk over and pick up Ochco from where she was sitting, grabbed Izuku and held both of them in your arms. “I don’t need all that flashy stuff and I don’t need validation from social media. All I need is both of you.”

You feel them shift to return the hug.

“I’m so happy that I get to watch over you both and that you are home safe and sound.”

Both of them cuddled up in your arms.

“Me too.” Ochaco said.

“Me three.” Izuku added.

You stay like this for a couple more seconds, enjoying each others presence for the moment. You pull away and sigh. “Now that that’s out of the way, whose ready for some dinner?”

“Come on, we have tomorrow off, we’ll get to it tomorrow.” Izuku whined trying to drag you into the bedroom where Ochaco had set up the bedroom for a movie and cuddles.

“Come on Izuku, you know dirty dishes attract cockroaches.” you say, trying to shoo him toward the bedroom. “And I don’t want to wake up with a heart attack because of your girly screaming again.”

“I-it was only once!” he stuttered out. “And besides, it’s been so long since we all cuddled together. We miss you.”

You can’t help but feel bad at that. Even though the drug network was busted, you spent countless nights working overtime to make sure the city cameras were up and running. Most nights would then turn to morning and you would find yourself being woken up by either Izuku or Ochaco with paperwork stuck to your face.

You sigh. “Well, I guess it’s not like I can’t put out some roach killer.”

“Yay!” Izuku cheered as he dragged you to the bed. He and Ochaco pulled you into the middle of the bed and cuddled up as close as they could and turned the movie on.

“Hercules?” you questioned.

“It was Izuku’s turn to pick.” Ochaco said.

“What?” he buried his head into your shoulder. “I like it.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I like it to.” you shift to get a bit comfortable in between your two lovers. “You kind of remind me of Hercules actually.”

“That’s why I like it.”

Even though he picked the movie, you could see him drifting off to sleep. You lean over to Ochaco and kiss her on the head. “Zuzu’s already out. You should too.”

“…a-know…” she mumbled.

“Night, my little planet.” you smile, feeling sleep start to take you too.

[hannahscreativethoughts]

Are you the right one?

I had this idea in the middle of the night and wrote it down. I like it, it is so much fluff, you probably die, but I thats life. 

Steve Rogers x Reader 

Summary: The one question almost every girl wants to hear, but is he the right person to ask this question? 

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol, slightly angst (maybe), oh did I say fluff? 

Word count: 2776

“Surprise!“

The woman who walked out of the apartment door jumped in surprise, but her face changed from a sinister expression to a face full of joy and pleasure. 

“Omg, I almost died. You are all so cute.“, the woman said with a delightful chuckle. Her name was Mary and she was an good old friend of mine. Okay, maybe just an old friend. I know her since collage, we were roommates and we had a good relationship back in the days, but after we graduated we never really interacted with each other anymore. Sometime we would see each other in the streets of New York, just nodding our heads as a “Hello“. 

Once or twice a year it would happen, that the time was on our side, then we would go for a coffee together. Talking about old times and how our lives are now. The last time we saw each other was like two or three month ago. We walked past each other in a book store. 

I was on a run for a birthday present for Steve. On a cuddly winter day, when the both of us were cuddled up in our shared bed, we watched Harry Potter. The whole day. All movies. He enjoyed it. He liked the story of the small young boy, who slowly raised and becomes one of the most powerful wizards in the world. He liked it so much that he wanted to know more about it. In his beautiful blue eyes you could see the little boy coming out. When I told him that the movies are based on books, he jumped around like a little kid on Christmas. I have never seen a 100 year old man jumping around like this. “I wanna read them“, he yelled and jumped on the bed next to me. “I will get them for you, but you have to wait until your birthday.“, I said to him in my mummy voice and poked his nose slightly. Eventually he kissed me afterwards and eventually he went from schoolboy to daddy, but thats another story. 

However… I met her in this book shop, where I bought all the Harry Potter books for Steve his birthday. She told me about her new job and that she moved in a new apartment in Manhattan. Furthermore she told me that her long term boyfriend finally asked her to be his wife. 

“He finally asked me after all these years. I almost lost hope.“, she said with a dreamy face. The smile on her face showed real happiness and full of pride she showed me her engagement ring. It was a beautiful silver one with a small diamond. “A real diamond. He is so extra.“, she chuckled slightly and waved with her hand. “I'm so happy for you.“, I gave her a polite smile and I was about to say goodbye to her, but before I could even think about it she spoke again. “You should come to my wedding. Are you still together with this America Boy?“, she gave me a big smile and in her face you could see how curious she was about my answer. “Yeah, I’m still together with him.“,I tried to sound as polite as possible, but I underlined the word “still“ a little bit to harsh.

“That is good to hear. I will send you an invitation.“, she ignored the fact that I snapped at her. She gave me a small hug and waved goodbye. 

So now, 4 month later. I was here. At her bachelorette party. With people I barley know. At first I didn’t wanted to go. I don’t know anybody and I’m not really the person who is crazy about the whole wedding stuff, but Steve and the rest of the team forced me to go. In their opinion it would be good for me to go out with “normal“ people. A 20 minute fight and a 30 minute search for some clothes to wear, I stood in front of her apartment with 10 other girls. 

“We have so much planed for the evening.“, the woman next to me, her name was Sara I think, announced with a huge smile. “But at first-“, she pulled sparkling wine and some plastic glass out of her bag.

“Some alcohol.“, everybody around me started to cheer and giggle. I felt a little bit out of space. Everybody knows each other, everybody is so girly and almost everybody is married in this round. I’m actually the only one not married or engaged. Sara, I really hope her name was Sara, gave me a glass full of the sparkling liquid. After everybody received a glass, they started to cheer again. “Yay…“, I slightly raised my fist up in the air and cheered forcefully. “Oh god, I think I will need more than one glass of this.“, I said to myself in an unwatched moment and knocked back the drink. 

And my wishes came true. 2 hours later I had a good amount of alcohol rushing through my veins and I actually enjoyed myself a little bit. The music was loud and my whole body vibrated because of the bass. The club was somewhere in Brooklyn, I don’t remember actually. I was already drunk when we arrived. The music was good, the alcohol was delicious and it was the first time in a while that I didn’t worried about a mission. I just enjoyed the music and the good stuff. Perhaps the other were right and I needed this night out. 

In the late hours, shortly after midnight, I got a text from Steve. 

 Hey, my love. 

I hope you have a little fun <3 

I will go to bed now. 

Please, be safe and call me when you need something! 

I love you xx 

I smiled like a huge dork, when I read the message. “Why are you smiling like this?“, Sara placed a hand on my shoulder and handed me a drink. I clicked the lock screen button and stowed my phone back in my pocket. 

“My boyfriend texted me.“, I shrugged my shoulder and took the drink out of her hand. 

“How long have you two been together?“

“3 years.“, I leaned towards her and yelled in her ear. “How long have you been with your man?“, I added and sipped on my drink. 

“5 years. Since two years we are married.“, she yelled back and pointed at the door. 

“Do you wanna go outside for a sec? I need a cigarette.“, she added yelling and I nodded and followed her through the dancing crowd. 

“It is so hot in there.“, she inhaled deeply and pulled out her cigarettes. The cold air hit my face and I could feel how the alcohol kicked in even harder. I took a deep breath and inhaled the smoke of the cigarette. I coughed slightly. “I'm not a smoker.“, I said with a raspy voice. 

“Sorry, I will breath the smoke in the other direction.“, she took the cigarette in the other hand and gave me an apologising smile. I shook my head and motioned that it is okay.

“So, you and the “Captain““, she actually made the quotation marks, when she said Captain. The smoke of the cigarette in her face and the dirty smirk she gave me made me feel a little uncomfortable. I had a weird feeling in my stomach. I took a huge sip from my drink. Hoping that the weird feeling would disappear with more alcohol. 

“Yes, we are together for a while now.“, my drunken head smiled by the thought of Steve and the fact that he was mine. The huge dorky smile appeared on my face again and I could hear Sara laughing. “Someone is happy, huh?“ 

I snapped out of my dream about Steve and glanced at her. The smirk never left her face and the weird feeling from before kicked back in. 

“Do you wanna marry him?“, she pulled on her cigarette and grabbed her drink out of my hand. 

“Ehm …“, I was shocked and overwhelmed. I actually had no clue what I should answer. I never really spend much time with thinking about this. I probably would say yes, when he would ask me. “Probably.“, I sipped on my drink again. 

“Probably? Have you both never talked about this?“, her eyes widened by my answer and she looked rather shocked than satisfied. “How can you be sure that he really loves you, when he never made a sign that he wants to marry you?“, she stubbed out the cigarette and gave her full attention to me. 

“What do you mean? I know that he loves me!“, my head started to spin and I felt the alcohol punching me in the face. 

“Are you sure? He is a good looking man and I know a lot of women who would do anything to be with him. He is still just a man.“, she raised her eyebrows at me. Her face turned in a worried expression. 

“Yes, I’m sure, 100%.“, this answer came out less confident than I thought. I wanted to convince her that I’m 100% sure that he loves me and that he is the one. Unfortunately I sounded like a desperate woman who tries to convince herself that her man still loves her. Is it the alcohol or why am I so worried at the moment, that maybe she was right. No (Y/n)! Stop being so worried. You know it is not true. 

“Sweetie, I will tell you something. I can't tell you if he really loves you or not. But he is a man and men change their minds every day. Don’t be to certain. End it before it ends you.“, she sipped out her drink and placed her hand on my shoulder. “I´ll go back inside. Do you come with me?“, I shook my head and poured down the rest of the drink. She took the glass out of my hand and gave me a small hug, before she walked back inside. 

It was something after 1 in the morning and I walked through the streets of New York. I had so much alcohol in my body, that I lost track of my position. I was somewhere nowhere. The street I was walking at was almost empty, only a few people would walk past me. 

My head started to spin again and I needed to sit down. On a stair in front of an apartment house I found a place to rest. I leaned my head against the cold stone and closed my eyes, just for a second. Immediately I fell a sleep. I started to dream, I dreamed about me and Steve. That he would ask me to marry him, that he would fell on his knees in front of me. But the dreamed turned out to be a nightmare. Before I could answer him, before I could say yes. He raised his body again, “I think you are not the right person for me. Maybe we should go separate ways. I really like you, but I don’t love you.“

The ringing of my phone luckily brought me back and I snapped up. I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen. One of my favourite photos of Steve popped up. It was on a beautiful summer day and Tony decided that the team needed some relaxation. Nobody complained and we packed our bags and went on the beach. The picture showed Steve putting on sunscreen. His face was completely covered in white cream and he looked directly in the camera with an disbelieving face. Until today he doesn’t understand why I loved this picture so much, because he thinks it is one of the ugliest pictures he ever saw of him. And maybe because of that I love this picture so much. It is a moment where he isn’t the handsome, tall man with the star spangled outfit everybody knows. He is the man I know, the tall, handsome, dorky man with a very sensitive skin. For the world he is Captain America, for me he is Steve. I found my own hero in him. The phone stopped ringing and I snapped back out of my thought. I looked at the phone, the screen showed one missed call from Steve. Before I could call him back, he called again and the picture of him popped up again. This time I answered the phone directly. 

“Hello, Steve.“, I said with a raspy, drunken voice. 

“Doll, are you alright? You didn’t answered and I got a little worried about you.“, his voice was sleepy, he probably woke up and glanced on his phone. Normally I would text him back immediately, so that he knows that everything is alright and he doesn’t need to worry. 

“I'm okay. Maybe I drunk a little bit too much.“, I leaned my head against the wall again. I could hear myself stumble over my own words. 

“Where are you? I´ll pick you up.“, his sweet voice melted in my ears and I smiled. Suddenly the conversation with Sara snapped back into my head. 

“Steve?“, the desperate and worried tone from before found its way back into my words. In the moment I called out his name, a tear managed to find its way down my cheek. 

“Whats wrong?“, his tone changed completely. From sleepy and sweet to serious and worried. 

It took me a moment to find the right words, to articulate my worries. 

“Am I the right person?“

“What do you mean, babe?“, he talked a little bit faster than before, he seems a little nervous and his worries increased by that question. 

“Am I the right person for you? Do you love me?“, a silent sob escaped my lips. 

“Where are you?“, I could hear movement on the other side of the phone. He was probably walking down to the garage, where his motorcycle was. 

“Steve… please.“, I closed my eyes and some more tears rolled down my cheeks.

“(Y/n), you are my everything. Of course you are the right person for me! I couldn’t imagine someone else being by my side. You make me laugh, you make me wake up everyday with a smile on my face.“, a small smile appeared on my face again and I brushed away some tears. There was a short silence on the other side of the phone. “Steve?“, I called his name, but he doesn’t answered. Suddenly the call ended and I looked at my phone. I unlocked the screen and went directly to my contacts and searched for his name. Before I could press the call button a hand appeared in front of me. 

“I wanna spent the rest of my life with you, I wanna see your beautiful smile until my last breath.“, I placed my hand in Steve his hand, he helped me to stand up. In that moment I realized where I was, I was just one street away from the compound.

“Everyday I fall more and more in love with you.“, his strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to his body. I glanced up at him, I caught him already staring down at me and I couldn’t do anything else than stare back into his beautiful eyes. I saw the world in them, I saw my world. I felt safe. 

In this moment, when I looked in his eyes, I realised it. He was it, he was my future. He was the man my mother always told me about. The man who loves you no matter what, with all his heart. 

“Spending the rest of my life with you, sounds like a life I would choose over everything in the world.“, he smiled wide at those words, I pulled him down and kissed him with all my heart. He was still smiling through the kiss, his arms wrapped even tighter around my body. 

We both pulled away from the kiss and gasped for air. We both smiled at each other like two big dorks. 

He placed his forehead against mine, “Do you wanna spent the rest of your life with me as my wife?“

My jaw dropped and I raised my head to look in his eyes. Suddenly he let go of me and fell on his knee in front of me, he pulled out a small box with a beautiful ring inside, “(Y/n) (Y/l/n), do you wanna marry me?“ 

The joy I felt in this moment was indescribable, the tears just rolled down my face and the smile I had was from ear to ear. 

“Yes, Steve. I wanna spent the rest of my life as your wife!“

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It Began In A Bar Ch. 2

Chapter 1 Title:Breaking the Habit. Pairing: DeanxOc (Maria M.) Word count: 2,518 Warnings: Slow burn I guess?

The dim bluish light above the bathroom sink flickered as she stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Does he know what I can do? Is he here to kill me? Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into this time? I can't believe I slept with him… I broke my promise to Keaton…what would he think of me? Her knuckles started turning white from her death grip on the yellowed porcelain sink. Greif and stress had morphed the once vibrant and youthful 23 year old face into that of a 30 year old woman. Clear, silent tears slid down her freckle peppered nose to fall into the sink as she just stared through her reflection. I can't do this anymore, not without them. Mom, Keaton, Uncle Scott… I killed them… I… I can't be here anymore. She thought as she finally released the sink to grab her bathroom bag. She dug around until she found a small pocket knife and flicked it open. As she pressed the blade to her pale skin, the shiny metal reflected the bright blue vein that ran down the length of her arm. All she wanted was to slice open both her wrists and let the life drain out of her. It was all she could think about since her mother and uncle died over two years ago. Then after the death of her brother a year later she felt empty inside.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! "You okay in there?" Dean asked from the other side of the door making her jump. The knife fell from her hand and clanked against the tile floor. She hadn't expected him to stick around. Most of the time after she slept with a man she would go to the bathroom and return to an empty room. Maybe he stuck around to kill her, or maybe he stuck around just because she was a hunter. Or maybe he just wanted to be with her, but that thought never crossed her mind. It just didn't seem plausible to her.

"Yeah, just freshening up." Her voice trembled, but Dean didn't notice. Her hand shook as she picked up the pocket knife and closed it. She just stared at it, wondering if she should just go ahead and kill herself. Hey, maybe if I kill myself tonight Dean and Sam will give me a hunter's burial. She thought with a sour smile. It was a bitter sweet thought, but she was pulled out of her thoughts again when she heard her cell phone in the bedroom outside start ringing. She didn't worry about the phone, it was probably just Cameron calling her with a job to do and he knew that when he called her in the middle of the night that she would rarely answer. Instead, she dropped the barrier from Dean's thoughts and closed her eyes while she listened to them.

Wow, she's hot. And a hunter too. I hit the jackpot with this one. Maybe she'll come on our next hunt with us. Na, come on Dean… ya can't do that. It's a family business. She isn't part of the family like Bobby is. But, *sigh* she actually likes beer. I mean how many times have I found a beautiful woman like her that would rather drink a beer over some fruity girly drink?

She smiled bitterly to herself. He didn't even know her, but he wanted her to go on his next hunt with them. It was that thought, along with the fact that his thoughts showed no sign of him wanting to kill her that made her tuck the knife away into her bag. She fixed her hair in the mirror and stepped out still in her underwear. He eyed her up and down as she walked over to her bag and pulled out a plain black t-shirt and pair of faded jeans. "What are you still doing here?" she asked as she finally turned to look at him. He was clad in only a pair of jeans as he gave her a confused look. "I'm not trying to be rude, but usually y'all are gone by now."

"Y'all?" he asked still looking confused.

"Men." He just smirked at her and took a seat in one of the two chairs that was at the small round table in the corner of the room, letting her know he wasn't planning on going anywhere. "I'm sticking you in the category of men who will sleep with a woman that they've only known for an hour at most." she clarified as she pulled a beer out of the fridge for herself. "So," she popped the top as she turned to look at him, "So I'll ask you again. Why are you still here?"

"Maybe I'm not one of those other men." His straight face made her turn back to the fridge and pull out a second beer. She knew he drank beer because he'd had one at the bar. She handed it to him before she took the other seat at the table. "It's not every day that I run into another hunter, much less accidentally sleep with one."

His words pulled a sarcastic laugh out of her. "Accidentally? Na, I think you knew exactly what you were doing and how well you were doing it." She smirked at him with her brow raised.

He simply looked at the ground and sent a small grin to the floor. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that the slight redness that tainted his cheeks was a blush. "So, Maggie, what's your story? What are you doin' in the middle of nowhere?" he changed the subject on her and she took a big drink of her beer.

"Vengeful spirit." She said before she took another small sip of her beer. "It was terrorizing a family that bought an old house. Simple salt and burn took care of it." She was trying to keep her eyes off of Dean's nude chest, but that was hard to do when he was so good looking. "Oh, and my name's not Maggie, it's Maria Morris."

"Wait, as in Keaton and Scott Morris?" he asked making her sit up straighter in her chair.

"Yeah, how do you know them?"

"Met them on a hunt a few years ago. I wasn't aware there were more hunters in that family." When she didn't reply he felt the need to keep the conversation rolling. "So, how are they? Your um…"

"Uncle and brother." She stated letting Dean know how she was related to them. "And not good considering their dead." His face dropped. "Uncle Scott died along side my mother and my brother died a year later."

"So you're hunting by yourself now?" he asked wanting to know if there were any other hunters around that he needed to know about.

"Yeah." She said flatly before she took the last drink of her beer and went to the fridge for another. "You want another one?" she held one out to him and he shook his head. The subject of her and her family was making her more depressed than usual. So she changed the subject. "So, Dean, what's your story? What brought you and your brother to Toledo Ohio?"

"Haunted Mirror." He simply stated like it was an everyday occurrence. "Simple salt and burn didn't work on this one." Maria just sighed and shook her head before taking a swig of her drink. "But our main goal at the moment is to find our dad, John Winchester. Have you seen him?"

Maria thought about it for a minute. "Na, but the name sounds familiar. I think Uncle Scott worked with him a time or two. Good hunter I hear."

"Yeah, well he's just as good at hiding as he is hunting, if not better." Dean said with a shake of his head before taking a drink.

"As far as I know I don't have a job lined up. I can help if you want." She said as she sat up leaned over the table, looking at him. "If you don't want my help it's fine. I'm sure Cameron can have me a job lined up in a few days. I just thought that you would want one more brain around to find your dad."

"Well, I have a few questions before I say yes." Oh, yay, he had questions. What were they going to be and would she be able to answer them? It was the uncertainty of the situation that made her drop the barrier that was around his thoughts. God that body, damn. Hope she answers right. I can't have a crazy, clingy chick along for the ride. Ha-ha. The ride. She sure took me for a damn good ride. She just smirked at him as she watched his eyes quickly travel up and down her body as he sat up straighter in his chair. "Are the cops after you?" he asked making her shake her head.

"No. I'm good at covering up my tracks." She answered his question honestly.

"Are you wanting more than just a good lay out of this?" he asked motioning between the two of them.

She started laughing. "Dean, I haven't gone steady with anyone since I was 16 and that was only for two months. You slept with me, that's sign number one that you are a player. So no, I'm not looking for a long term relationship."

Damn, that's too bad. She's good in bed, likes beer, and packs heat. I like her. His thought caught her off guard and her hand flew to her mouth to keep the beer from spewing all over the place. She wasn't expecting such a nice thought. "You alright there?" he asked and she just managed a nod and motioned for him to keep asking questions. "That’s all I got. I'll talk to Sam about it and see what he thinks." He said before he leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his beer.

With the conversation having died down, they both just sat in comfortable silence. She put the thought barrier back up around Dean and let her thoughts and her eyes drift. She didn't notice Dean, taking in her soft brown waves and the way her thumb and middle finger rubbed together in thought. Eventually her hazel eyes drifted and met bright green ones. They smirked at each other at the same time.

His gaze paired with his sexy lips was again too much for her to handle. “You know…” she stood up and placed her hands on the arms of his chair. “Just because I said I didn't want a relationship with you, doesn't mean that we can't have a little fun every now and then." He seemed a bit hesitant, but she knew from listening to his thoughts that he was just putting on a show. "Come on, no strings attached. I won't get mad when you sleep with another woman and you can't get pissed when I sleep with another, more attractive man. Although I don't think that will be happening, or at least I hope it won't." Her brother and his dyeing words echoed in her head. "Ria, ya, gotta stop sleepin' around, it's bad for yer health." she had laughed at him when he said that, thinking it was just a joke. "Promise me?" his pleading voice echoed in her head as she just stared at Dean, who was looking at her with a question mark face. "You know what? Never mind." She tried to lean back from Dean, but he grabbed her hips, stopping her.

"Wait a second. What do you mean never mind? Never mind you aren't going to keep sleeping with me, or never mind you aren't coming with me and my brother?" he asked and she walked to the end of the bed to turn her back on Dean.

Her eyes bored into her own as she glared at her reflection in the small full length mirror that was at the back of the motel room. "I should have never slept with you." She said it more to herself than Dean, but he still heard her and asked what she was talking about. "I take back everything that I said. I can't go hunting with you and your brother." She said without looking at him.

Dean's brows pulled into a deep v as he stared at her back. He didn't understand the sudden change in her. "…okay. That's fine I guess. You just looked a little lost is all. You-" he was about to tell her that the invitation still stood, but she interrupted him.

"Dean…?"

"Yeah?"

"Do me a favor… Be like the other men I've slept with." She said still not looking at him, "I can't do this anymore." She finally turned to see that he had stood up and was looking at her with nothing but concern on his face. "This lifestyle has cost me everything." She wasn't necessarily talking about hunting, but it was a part of it. "Hunting, drinking, sleeping around… I just can't do it anymore. It's already taken everyone in my family. The next person to go will be me and…I'm not ready to die." Tears slowly started to streak her cheeks.

Dean's next actions startled her and caused her to jump as he stepped closer to her and hooked one of his arms around her shoulders and the other around her waist. He was hugging her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged her like this. His fingers were threaded into her soft waves as he held her head to his shoulder. After a few seconds that it took to get over her shock, she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him back.

In that moment something in her broke. She allowed herself to cry on his shoulder. For a split second the shield around Dean's thoughts dropped and she heard him think. "I wish I could help her."

Without thinking about it she softly replied. "No one can help me."

Her words made him stiffen for a second before he brushed it off as a coincidence and lifted his hand up to brush his thumb across her face in an attempt to wipe away her tears. With a small smile he asked "All better?"

"Yeah." She answered sheepishly then headed back to the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash my face." But she stopped at the bathroom door. "And Dean?" she said making him look up at her from his beer. "I'm expecting this room to be empty when I come out." She didn't wait to hear his response before she ducked into the bathroom.

Once inside she purposely dropped the barrier. She listened to him have an internal debate for five minutes before she pulled the shield back up. Two minutes later she heard the bedroom door close and she sank down on the dirty bathroom floor as she let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in.

[hey-hey-chan]

Ravenclaw!Hyunjin PT 2

Ah, finally for the very requested part 2 of my Ravenclaw!Hyunjin hehe

Enjoy the very last Hogwarts AU i will write cuz i am not doing anymore part 2′s for this lmao XDD 

Read pt 1 first!

Soon enough, the last event of the Triwizard tournament was around the corner. Anxiety was constantly bubbling behind my strong facade, but as a winner was to be announced by the end of this week, I couldn’t hide my anxiety much longer. 

“Why are you just standing there?” I heard a voice ask, making me jump back. 

“Agh!” I exclaimed lamely, not knowing there was anyone in the same room as me. The girl scoffed, giving a slight smirk.

“Tsk tsk, this isn’t how a Triwizard champion acts, Hyunjin. You’re supposed to always be on guard, I thought we learned that when our friends were literally snatched from our sides and placed in the water.” My mood darkened, remembering how I felt seeing Jisung bob in the water like a statue. 

“This thing is crazier than I expected it to be.” The girl laughed loudly, making the noise jump off walls. And laugh caused quite the ruckus in my heart.

“You’re telling me, I didn’t even sign up for this shit.” She cursed, making me laugh. 

“Well, maybe it was just meant to be.” She shrugged, making me feel nervous. Throughout these past weeks of the tournament, we got surprisingly close. Well, ok, closer than I ever thought we would be. 

“Still, I mean-” The girl sighed, making me worry. I slightly grabbed her arm to turn her around. 

“Hey, what’s the matter?” I asked. She plucked my hands off her arm and frowned. 

“It’s just.” She scooted closer to me, so close I could feel her breath on my neck. 

“I have a bad feeling about this last event, I don’t know why, but my gut is never wrong. Just, be careful.” She warned, leaving my side. This girl was always leaving me with mysteries. Yet, my heart warmed knowing she cared to talk to me about this.

The day of the event came faster than I thought and soon I was gearing up for battle in my Gryffindor gear. 

“Listen champions, you will go through this maze and the goal is find the Triwizard cup, sound easy enough?” Y/n and I glanced at each other, we haven’t said a word yet. 

“Well, if you thought that, you are wrong. This maze moves, it will try to hurt you, not everything is what it seems in there, ok? We expect you to not mess around and just go and find the cup as soon as you can, got it?” We all nodded in unison. The man smiled. 

“Good.” 

I heard the band playing, the students cheering, and the wind blowing which added to my anxiety. I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes. I heard a soft chuckle from beside me, making me open then.

“Don’t get scared yet, pretty boy. We haven’t even entered yet.” She mumbled as Headmaster was giving the audience a speech. I chuckled, giving the girl a soft smile. 

“That’s why I’m scared, ‘cause I'm surrounded by a bunch of fangirls yelling my name and squealing.” That made her laugh. I loved making her laugh.

“Hey, the boys are screaming for you too, don’t you worry.” I laughed with her, but then the atmosphere turned serious.

“Now, we will let the 4 enter and the finale of the Triwizard tournament will end tonight!” Cheers erupted and the band started to play again once Headmaster stepped down from his podium. He walked towards us and gripped our shoulders.

“I am counting on you too, be careful out there, and please, watch over each other.” He looked at y/n directly and she shrugged at me. 

I took in a deep breath right before I entered the maze, almost feeling like I Was going to run away. 

Then, I felt a hand squeeze mine, making me flinch in surprise. I looked over to the person and saw y/n smiling at me. 

“Don’t freak out man, this is for my own benefit too.” I gave her a small smile while a blush covered my face.

“It’s time.” Headmaster said. I nodded, staring intensely at y/n. She nodded.

“Y/n gets to go first since she won the last round.” I squeezed her hand tighter, but her grip fell once she walked forward.

“Awesome, see you there, pretty boy.” And then she was off. Headmaster looked at me. 

“Listen to me Hyunjin, the maze changes people in there, if y/n happens to become on of those people, you are to leave her and go to the cup. I said the same thing to her so she will expect the same thing from you. But I will tell you now because I know you wouldn’t have been able to handle it before.” He slapped me on the back. “Now go, you were second last time.”

I calmed my mind and entered the maze. 

It felt like a very gloomy corn maze you would go to as a child to get a pumpkin or something. The clouds above us were dark and stormy, adding to the creepy effect. I took a deep breathe and started running; I didn’t know where I was supposed to be going, but I knew I had to get somewhere fast. 

Despite the maze being somewhat small, I didn’t run into anyone. I was alone for what felt like hours, just staring at tall corn stalks. I groaned, getting irritated at staying in such a secluded place for so long, and I wasn’t even doing anything. 

I took a right turn, then took a left, following my instincts that I hoped wouldn’t fail me right now. 

Then, as I turned a corner, I knocked into someone. I felt on my butt, yelling at myself for being so clumsy. I looked up and saw Mark from Durmstrang. 

But, instead of the nice boy I’ve come to know, he was march towards me, wand raised.

“Hey, hey hey! Mark, it’s me, Hyunjin!” I yelled, trying to get through to him. So this is what Headmaster meant. 

I ducked from his fire and ran. I didn’t want to hurt the boy, but if he got in my way, I would have to defend myself. I saw sparks flying and I ducked my head, trying my best to dodge his shots. 

“Expelliarmus!” I yelled, firing my wand in his direction. I kept seeing sparks, so I know I missed.

“Dammit! Where is the goddamn cup!?” I scream, my stamina already running low. 

I felt his spells become more rapid and then I bumped into someone else. 

“Ack!” I yelled, falling on the ground. I didn’t have time to think too much before I had to roll out of the way to not get hit. 

Then, I looked up and saw a gray-eyed Doyeon, similar to Mark. “Ah shit.” I exclaimed. She lifted her wand and I immediately knocked her over, knowing that would hurt less than a spell. But then I saw Mark raised his wand and hit me with a spell that made me fall to my knees in pain. 

“Stupify!” I heard being yelled from a distance, making the two fly back and even knocking me on the ground. The whole world went dizzy but I felt myself being pulled up.

“Oh hell no Hyunjin, you’re going to have to get up and run!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I gasped for air, not feeling any enter my system. The whole world was titled and a dark gray, making me confused. 

“Hyunjin, we don’t have time for this, I didn’t use that bad of a spell on them!” I heard a frantic voice yell. Huh, who is that? 

Suddenly the person stopped moving then grabbed my face and I recognized those eyes.

“Please Hyunjin, I’m not going to leave you behind! Someone put a very powerful spell on Mark and Doyeon, and they’re going to come for the both of us if you don’t stop bitching and buck up!” 

At those words, I felt feeling come back into my legs and my vision clear. I smiled widely.

“You’re not going to leave me behind?” I grinned dumbly. Y/n growled, still dragging me through the maze. I felt leaves whip past me and random things hit my body, but at least I was running now. 

Then, the girl turned the corner, and gasped. 

“What the fuck!?” She yelled, making me snap back to reality. 

“What?” I asked with a husky voice. She groaned. 

“The cup! It’s not there!” She said with a frantic voice. Then, all hell broke loose as two other wizards appeared. Y/n dropped me on the ground and yelled things I could barely hear over my own heart pounding from fear and pain. 

“Locomotor!” I heard being yelled and then the two fly up in the air. Y/n tossed them to the side like dolls and then picked them up again. 

“Accio!” She yelled once the cup suddenly reappeared. 

Then it all went black.

I woke up surrounded by blurry bright white. I groaned, shifting slightly in my bed. This was it, I was dead and thankfully in heaven.

“Haha, I wish. I carried you all the way to the infirmary.” A harsh, yet girly voice side. My vision cleared up and I saw the dark hair of the Slytherin girl I’ve had my eyes on for the past few weeks entered my line of vision. 

She was dirty and battered, dirt covering her arms and face. Even blotches of blood which made me jump up.

“You’re bleeding.” I said, my voice laced with concern. She laughed. 

“Funny because I was the only person who came out of the competition not bleeding.” I gave her an empty stare. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” She asked, a smile on her face. I shook my head, then groaned when it hurt. She leaned back in her chair. 

“Well, I won, just saying. I don’t mean to brag, but that’s what happened and-” 

“Yeah, I got it, y/n.” Even though my words were bitter, my tone was light. I was proud of the girl. She laughed, scooting close enough for me to figure out her vanilla perfume was still working.

“And then you got hit my Mark’s wand, he says sorry by the way. Mark and Doyeon were both charmed and I saved you from them, yay. Your arm was busted up so they brought you here ‘cause it was a pretty bad spell.”

I sat in silence at her story, really not remembering anything after the event. Then I realized something.

“Wait, did you say you carried me to the infirmary?” I asked surprised. I glanced over at her face which now was light pink. I choked out laughter, hiding my face. She growled. 

“Yes, I did carry you. Which you shouldn’t be even laughing at ‘cause it shows how strong I am.” Her blushed deepened, but I could tell mine was too. 

“Why did you even carry me? Don’t they have like, I don’t know, like real doctors to do that? Or Hagrid?” She went silent for a bit, her expression falling. 

“You weren’t breathing.” She whispered. I grew confused at her words.

“What?”

“You weren’t breathing, dammit Hyunjin.” She stood, knocking over her chair. 

“You weren’t breathing and I checked for a pulse and you had no pulse. I thought you were dead.” I felt emotion running through her throat, her words sounded clogged. 

“Hey, look at me.” I whispered. She shook her head. Ugh, this girl always gives me a hard time.

“Y/n, look at me, please.” She turned and faced me, tears falling down her cheeks, making me feel terrible for not breathing. I extended my good hand to her. 

“I’m here, ok? I’m fine now. I’m alive.” I spoke softly. I carefully sat up in my chair and her eyes widened. 

“Hyunjin, what are you doing? Stop?” She exclaimed worriedly, touching my shoulder slightly which sent shocks through my body. 

“Why are you sitting-”

“Because, I wanted to be at least sitting up to do this.” 

I gathered up all my courage to lean forward and kiss her... but I couldn’t. I chickened out last minute. 

A blush was spreading across my cheeks, making me feel embarrassed that I couldn’t even kiss her.

“You’re such a baby.” She pulled me in close, finally letting our lips meet. I sighed into the kiss, carefully pulling her closer to my mouth. I entangled my fingers in her hair and she gripped my shirt. 

She then pulled away, making us both gasp for air. 

I smiled at her, falling back on the bed, my chest going up and down. 

“Definitely worth dying for.”

[thejokersenigma]

John Doe (Batman TellTale Series) x Reader - That Laugh - Part 2

Finally finished! Yay! I’ve had this part sat around for a little while now, but I’ve finally got round to finishing it (Thanks to watching hours of Enemy Within now haha)

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THAT LAUGH MASTERLIST

You glanced briefly up at the array of fairy lights that decorated the front of the wooden cabin before John led you into his house. Once you’d stepped over the threshold, he released your arm and stepped aside to let you walk past him before closing the door behind you. You could feel his eyes on your back as you now glanced around the interior.

The guy was resourceful, you could give him that, clearly having made the most out of what he could find in the subway and what had come with the little hut, but it was also a bit creepy. The walls of the hut were decorated with large painted grinning faces, and a number of clown masks hanging from nails.  On your right was a small cabinet filled with a few books, a vase and a selection of pill bottles - one of them spilt – littering the top of it. You stepped further into the house, the shadows in the back of the room dimly illuminated by a variety of industrial lamps and tube bulbs that were strung above you. Directly in front of you, against the back wall, was a chest of drawers, a wheelchair to the right of it, and a bed made from what looked like a stack of crates on its left. What struck you most about the room, was the number of pictures sat on surfaces or hanging on the walls. Each frame contained John - his grin wide and obvious – but the other occupants ranged widely. You recognised some of them – Harley Quinn, Freeze, a woman in a white doctor coat, a man in a leather jacket who looked familiar, even Bane – though Bane looked less than pleased about the photo.

“Home sweet home.” John declared behind you with a little giggle, spreading his arms wide after closing the door. You nodded at this as you looked around, not looking back at him, though you still noticed when the man dropped his arms and silently reached for something next to him. “How about we have that – uh – ‘little chat’ now?” He suggested, grinning at your back.

“Sure.” You nodded amiably, “But the gun’s not necessary.” You pointed out, not bothering to look back at him as you continued to step further into the room.

John’s grin fell in surprise, not aware you’d noticed his hand go for the weapon a moment ago “I – uh – “ He faltered, glancing down at the gun now in his hand. His brow furrowed as he though through his options, then seemed to steel himself again, raising his head to glower at your back again. “I think I’ll be the one to make that decision, thank you.” He growled in annoyance, narrowing his eyes at you.  

“Fine,” You shrugged, your back still to him, “all I’m saying is, you don’t need it.” You said honestly, an almost bored expression on your face as you now reached the end of the room and turned to finally face where John still stood by the door, the gun hanging by his side. He was staring at you, his tilted head, eyebrow raised, and lips slightly parted, clearly confused by you. You weren’t exactly acting like a normal ‘prisoner’.

But then was John really the one to know about ‘normal’?

John shook his head then, trying to clear his head. “It – it doesn’t matter what you’re saying,” He growled in frustration, this clearly not going according to his plan. He tried to stand firm though, refusing to have this girl undermine him. “I’m the one with the gun,” He waved it around carelessly, “so I’m the one that calls the shots.” He declared, pointing a thumb at his chest as he now brought the pistol up to aim it directly at you.

“Trust me, I’ve been doing this for a while, I know how these things work…” You muttered, slowly lifting your hands into the air in surrender, trying to keep yourself calm despite this man’s rather erratic state of mind.

There was a flicker of something in John’s face at your confession, but the it was gone as quickly as it came, a wide grin spreading across his face as he now began to move towards you. You watched him warily - sure, you’d been in this sort of situation a few times, but each guy with a gun was different, and John was a character you weren’t sure you had encountered before.

He stopped just in front of you, still grinning widely and you had to wonder what was putting that humour in his eyes. Suddenly your head was snapped violently to the and you let out a gasp of pian at the sting on your right cheek.

John had just backhanded you with the gun.

You kept your head bowed to the side, knowing that if you straightened up you were likely to be attacked again. You lifted your hand to your smarting cheek, then brought your fingers in front of your eyes, cheeking for blood. Shit. You thought when you saw the familiar shiny red on your fingertips. You quickly put your fingers back your cheek, seeking out the small cut in an attempt to stem the blood.

So, he was one of those guys. A merciless power player. Odd, his previous actions hadn’t warned you of that.

“Oooo, geez!” You heard John say from above you, and you glanced out of the corner of your eye up at him to see his go eyes wide as he covered his mouth with his hands, muffling the nervous giggle of laughter that escaped his lips. “Sorry!” He cried, dropping his hands, reaching them out to you slightly. “I just - that’s what Harley always does!” He explained, “I – uh – I didn’t expect it to be that… Brutal…” He confessed, “I – I really felt your head snap!” He grinned, acting out the movement with his hands.

You frowned up at him, raising a questioning eyebrow at his apparent joy at this. “Yeah…” You muttered, “It sure did…” You glanced away again, rubbing your cheek as you finally straightened up. John’s eyes met yours again and your expression seem to make him remember himself, offering you an apologetic smile, followed by another nervous hiccup of laughter.

You glanced away, and John hung his head, seeing you clearly didn’t forgive his actions that easily. His eyes travelled around the room hopelessly until they lit up at something. “Oh! Uh…. Take a seat!” He exclaimed, gesturing back at the wheelchair behind you.

“I think I’m fine, thanks.” You muttered, moodily.

John’s face dropped again and this time there was a flash of annoyance across his face. “I still have the gun, you know girly…” He growled, “And I’m not the bad guy in this place.” He glared. “Now. Take a seat.” He offered again after a pause, his tone lighter again, but there was now still the lingering threat in his voice. You eyed John for a moment, but then glanced back at where he gestured and did as you were told. “Good.” John beamed down at you as you settled back in the chair, hand still on your cheek. “Now let’s have that chat.” He grinned, rubbing his hands together with a wide grin as he perched on the very edge of the makeshift bed on the opposite side of the chest of drawers.

You didn’t say anything, neither encouraging, nor refusing him. John’s smile didn’t falter though as he now leant forward, his legs wide, leaning his elbow on his thighs, letting the gun hang loosely between his legs – clearly in no rush to use it again, but also not trusting you enough to put it away. “So… lets start with an easy one…” He grinned widely. “What’s ya name?”

You glanced over at him, “[Y/N].” You muttered without hesitation.

“Pretty.” He commended, his eyes bright. “And why, [Y/N],” He beamed, “Were you on the roof?”

Your eyes didn’t leave his, “I heard you were looking to hire.” You told him truthfully.

“And you thought the interviews were on the roof?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“No.” You said, “I like to scout out an opportunity before I go after it – the people I work for are always passing things off as ‘need-to-know’, well,” You shrugged, “I like to know.”

John frowned as he thought on your words, narrowing his eyes, then he suddenly sat up, his usual grin spreading across his face again. “Makes sense to me!” He declared happily, chuckling again. Then a thought seemed to occur to him and his smile dropped once more, his brow furrowing again. “But, ya know, if Harley saw you – even Freeze, o-or Bane,” He made a face like that would be by far the worst option, “they woulda strung ya up straight away. No questions asked!” He exclaimed, waving his arms in a cross.

“Does that mean that’s what your gonna do?” You asked warily, and he raised an eyebrow at you in confusion. “As you’re playing copycat.” You clarified, shifting the fingers on you cheek suggestively.

John’s face clouded with annoyance. “I said I was sorry.” He sulked, “I didn’t-“

“Puddin’?!” The familiar yell, cut John off and you immediately froze in your seat as a series of hard knocks shook the door.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, knowing you were trapped in this tiny room. John glanced anxiously between you and the door, seeing the problem.

“Looks like your – uh – ‘job interview’ might be coming a bit early.” He muttered with a quiet giggle, though there was no humour in his eyes.

“John,” You whispered pleadingly, dropping your hand and turning to face him fully now. “You helped me before,” You reminded him, desperately “is there any way you can help me again?”

“Puddin!” John’s eyes flickered between the door, which was hit with another series of bangs, and then back to you, his eyes clearly anxious as he calculated what he to do.

“John! I know ya in there!” Harley yelled through the wooden, “Answer the door before I knock it down!” John finally stood up, still not having told you what his decision was. You watched him uneasily as he paused, nervously ran a hand over his hair, and then headed for the door. He shot you one last look over his shoulder, before reaching for the handle.

“Harls!” He exclaimed happily, though the nerves were clear in his voice, “I thought you’d gone back to – to get your – uh – beauty sleep.” He stuttered with forced smile. “Not that – uh – you need it or – uh – anything.” He said hastily, his grin failing.

“What took you so long to answer, John?” You heard Harley ask suspiciously and you wondered if you ought to try to move from the chair to take cover somewhere, John was currently blocking you from Harley’s view, but any movement you made might catch her eye.

“Oh – well – you see - I – uh – I was just –”

“John…” Harley warned darkly. “Ya got somethin’ ya need to tell me?”

“Oh, Well, Harls I -  it’s just that I’ve – uh – I’ve been entertaining!” He finally confessed, flinching away as though expecting the berating that would follow, maybe even an assault.

“You’ve been what?!” Harley growled angrily, “Entertain’ who, John?!” She demanded. “I thought I tol’ ya to keep that big yap of yours shut or else I’d sew it up! Do I need to get myself a needle, John?!” She snarled. You watched John hang his head in guilt and you felt ashamed of putting him through this, after all, he was actually trying to defend you for some reason. “Who’d ya tell about this place, Puddin’?!” Harley now demanded. Just then, her gaze flickered over John’s shoulder and caught sight of where you sat motionless in the wheelchair. You saw her jaw clench and she roughly shoved John aside to stride into the room, simultaneously drawing a gun on you. You recoiled slightly.

“Who’s the rat, John?” She growled, addressing John rather than you.

“Oh, her?” John said quickly, spinning around, but remaining by the door. “She’s - uh – she’s m - my – my sister!” He exclaimed suddenly. You felt your eyes widen at this but tried to keep your expression of surprise to a minimum.

“I thoughts you didn’t have any family, Puddin’?” Harley questioned, calling his bluff. “At least not memory of them.” She reminded him, a sly look in her eye.

“Well – uh – uh - I didn’t think I did.” John confessed, dropping his head as he shook it. “But – uh – then [Y/N] here got in contact with me – must have tracked me down.” He insisted, stepping towards the two of you, fiddling nervously with his hands,

“Oh, she did, did she?” Harley asked, turning her eyes back on you. “And just how did little ‘sis’ ‘ere do that, hmm? When you couldn’t even remember your own name?” She sneered at you.

You tried to keep your face blank, hiding the fact your mind was now desperately searching for an explanation. John was looking at you beseechingly behind Harley. He had done what he could, it was up to you now. You glanced up at the mad woman whos gun was still trained on you. “That’s my job.” You told her truthfully. Harley raised her eyebrows at you in disbelief. “I’m a freelance.” You explained, “I recently found myself in Gotham and heard some interesting talk on the streets,” You continued, “I decided to dig a bit more into the stories and discovered John who seemed familiar. I decided to track him down to see if what who I thought it was,” You glanced past Harley to John, “My brother.” You confirmed looking at him in the eye. He nodded with an encouraging grin, giving you a thumbs up, though he quickly dropped it when Harley glanced suspiciously back at him. He gave her an innocent smile.

“And this,” Harley glanced back and forth between the two of you, “this ain’t got nofin’ to do with all that noise earlier?” She asked sceptically.

“Nope, nothing.” John swore shaking his head, and you thought he looked a bit like a boy scout.

Harley glowered at John for a beat before turning fully back to you again. She studied you for a moment as well, her face guarded.  “I don’t turn away family.” She confessed finally, her eyes still narrowed as they watched you. “If they can be trusted.” She added, still glowering, clearly still not happy with the situation. “The same rules apply to you,” She jabbed her gun towards you, “as they do to John over there,” She nodded backwards, “Ya don’t say a word to no one abou’ this place, or anythin’ ya hear, capeesh?” She leered in your face. You gave her a single nod. Harley held your gaze for a moment, then slowly straightened up again, finally lowering her gun though her eyes, her face lightening. Her eyes flickered over you one last time, then she turned her back on you and began to swagger towards the door. She paused next to John whose face was close to jubilant over your successful ruse. Harley leaned in towards him. “I’d watch your little sis, there, Puddin” She muttered close to his ear, nodding her head back towards you. “‘Cause if she screws up, you’ll both be taking the fall.” She warned darkly before continuing her way out of the hut, slamming the door shut behind her.

When the door closed, you let out the breath you had been holding and your ‘brother’ began to laugh.

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