#I go to my car very perplexed I know it's only $2 but also other people probably heard him trying to prove to me

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‘tis the damn season | ln

the one where you go back to your hometown just to end up in lando's bed.

lando norris x gender-neutral!reader

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: ex-bf!lando, little bit of angst & fluff, implied smut

note: part 2 of this blurb series i have going on rn, it’s not proofread so there might be some spelling mistakes!

you looked at the screen of your phone absolutely perplexed, reading the simple conversation over and over again.

"heard you're back in town?"

"i'm sorry, who's this?

"lando."

you couldn't believe that was actually happening.

it had been years since you and lando had last seen each other, or even talked. growing up in the same town, you had been friends since early childhood, and you had grown together with your group of friends.

you also happened to date him for a year before you had decided to move to L.A for your studies, and with him also making his move up to f1, you had decided to call it quits.

and when you left, you never heard of him again.

you had been out of the country for a little over five years, and had never came back til that very christmas. flights from california to england were not only expensive, but also a lot of time; so you had never found yourself in the right state of mind to go back to your hometown, having your family and friends visit you instead some times.

from what your friends had told you, lando had lost contact with everyone in your old friend group, so how on earth did he even findd out?

"my parents told me, they saw your mum at the store yesterday."

the answer to your question came as he double texted at the lack of a reply from your side. you sighed, not sure where he was going with all that.

"just came back a few days ago."

"are you free tonight? haven't seen you in forever."

straight to the point, classic lando.

"can't, i'm staying with my parents. they probably want to have dinner together."

you knew it wasn't a great excuse, but you hoped he would accept it and move on with his life.

part of you wanted to accept his invitation, it had been so long since you had last seen him. as you looked at your screen, you reminisced your relationship with him.

you had dated other people during those years, but even on the other side of the world, you sometimes thought no one would ever make you feel the way he used to do, no one would even know you the way he did.

the rational part of you knew it wasn't a great idea. in the end, you were leaving again in just a few weeks. and you didn't want to go back to your new life with the "what would've been..?" question lingering on your mind.

୨୧

you knew lando could be persuasive. but you thought he wouldn't have much of an effect in you after so many years.

silly you.

he had convinced you to come over to his place in the matter of a few minutes, claiming that his parents were out of town for the weekend and he would appreciate some company.

you parked your car between your old school and the town's church, the place where you and lando would usually meet when you were younger.

sighing, you left your car and started walking the cold streets that led to his house.

the same path you used to follow every other day a few years ago, but this time you weren't sure what was waiting for you there. and it was too late to retreat when you knocked on the door and a smiling lando welcomed you inside from the other side of the door.

he looked different.

more mature, and definitely a lot more handsome than you remembered.

he had ordered something for you two to eat, and with a movie on the background, you talked for hours, time flying by without you even noticing.

you were sat on his couch, one bottle of wine gone during your joyful chatter; and with the alcohol getting to your head, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into his body, sighing contently.

you looked up at him, a smile creeping up to your lips when you saw him staring back at you.

"what's with this?" you giggled, scratching his chin, amused at his attempt of growing a beard.

"hey," he pretended to be offended, poking on your side with his index, which made you squirm. "it's not that bad."

"i didn't say it was," you answered, "you look hot."

the words slipped out of your mouth before you could ever think about it, and a pink flush quickly painted your cheeks as you mentally slapped yourself.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." you tried to make the situation less awkward, but his hand cupped your cheek and forced you to look back at him again.

he was leaning into you, and your breath caught in your throat at the proximity between your faces. a deep, shaky breath left your lips as you looked into his piercing eyes.

"is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky. and fuck, was it inviting.

you nodded your head, not able to form a proper sentence, or even a word. and he broke the distance between your lips, crashing his mouth against yours in a soft, tender kiss.

you sighed against his mouth before you let you hands and lips do all the talking and soon he was guiding you into his room with his arms around your waist.

୨୧

a few hours later you found yourself walking back into his room, your hair messy as you put your clothes back on. he smiled at you from under the covers, having gotten in bed already.

you chuckled at the sight of him, tucked under the blankets with messy curls and sleepy eyes. and it reminded you of all the previous times you had spent with him in that very same bed, your heart growing fond of the sight before you.

"you're not staying?" his question caught you by surprise, making you stop gathering your things to turn to look at him.

"what?"

"you're not staying?" he repeated, as if you hadn't heard him the first time. but you were still as surprised.

"no," you simply mumbled, sitting on the edge of his bed to put your boots back on.

"come on, y/n," you felt his weigth shifting closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and his lips pressing a tender kiss on your hip, over your jeans.

it wasn't a good idea, spending the night with him. you knew that much.

"it's late and it's cold outside, you can leave in the morning," he added, not letting you reject his offer again.

and the softness of his voice with the puppy eyes he was giving you, could've made you do anything he asked for.

he smiled when you didn't reply, knowing that you weren't going to turn him down again. you rolled your eyes with a smile and changed into the shirt he was offering for you to be more comfortable.

his shirt.

and you knew you shouldn't have come to his house in the first place. you knew you shouldn't have slept with him and surely, you should've left instead of crawling back into his arms, letting the warmth of his body envelop you as you lied with your head on his chest.

because you knew you would leave again in only a few weeks; and having a taste of what could've been if you didn't run away years earlier would only lead to breaking your very own heart.

but you sighed and snuggled closer to him, nuzzling your face on his chest and allowing yourself to be his, just for the weekend.

#lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando norris blurb #lando norris drabble #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #f1 x reader #ln4 fic #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 x you #ln4 fluff

[bluewasthecolor]

Hi love your fics please could you do Alessia Russo prompts 125 + 128 :)

Prompts 125 and 128 x Alessia Russo

Word Count: 437

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/N: This is closer to what I would consider a ficlet, maybe I'm getting the hang of this. Also, I loved this request because Lessi has a special place in my heart. Finally, just a PSA if I don't get to your request right away I am NOT ignoring it and I will more than likely write it soon. You all have fantastic ideas but I can only do so much at one time! Currently prioritizing ficlet prompts and song ideas just because the more broad requests take a little more time for me to think about/plan.

“...hello?” Alessia’s voice comes through the other end of the phone, groggy and thick with sleep. 

“Lessi!!” Your voice, on the other hand, is sing-songy–the way it only gets when you’ve been drinking. “What are you doing?” “Well, I was sleeping as it’s nearly 2 in the morning.” She’s clearly amused, if not a little perplexed about the reason behind your late night phone call.

“Hm. That’s boring of you.” “Is that Alessia? Tell her to come out with us!” Another voice comes from far away, one that Alessia instantly recognizes as Leah’s. Wide awake now, she smiles to herself. She’d forgotten you were planning to go out with your best friend after your game against each other earlier in the day.

“Shhh, Leah. I’m talking to my girlfriend and it’s very rude to interrupt.” Your words slur together as you continue rambling on. “Anyway Lessi, I just wanted to tell you I’m coming over! Not Leah though. Juuust me!”

“I’m glad, baby. I’ll wait up for you.” 

“Byeeeeee!” With that, you hang up the phone, hopping into the car that has arrived to take you home.

Alessia, true to her word, waits up for you. She knows she’ll fall back asleep if she waits in bed so she perches at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Some time later, she is startled by a knock on her door. She opens it to find you half-standing, half-leaning against the door frame. Your face brightens into a grin when you see her and you move inside her flat, not bothering to wait for an invitation. As you move through the apartment you are swaying significantly, leaving a trail of destruction in your path. Alessia rushes to catch up with you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist so she can support you.

“Here. Let me help you.” She murmurs, and you oblige, leaning most of your weight onto her. She guides the two of you to her room, helping you change into pajamas and get into bed. As you lay down, you loop your arms around her neck and pull her down with you. She lands on top of you, your faces inches apart. “You’re pretty.” You giggle, pushing her hair out of her face. 

“You’re drunk.” She responds, rolling off of you.

“Doesn’t make you any less pretty. Love you Less, thanks for taking care of me.” You mumble, sleep beginning to take over your body. Alessia looks at you, watching how you look so at peace as you fall into your slumber. 

“I always will Y/N. I’ll never stop taking care of you.”

#woso imagine #woso x reader #requests!! #alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Cadmus Christmas Carol Pt.3

Meanwhile, in a nearby booth, Cadmus sat down with a tray piled up with buffet food. The ghost of Yule Past turned to look at him, stunned. "Did you just miss that whole scene?" It asked as Cadmus took a sip of Memory of Dr. Pepper. "Yes, and? I lived it; I don't need to see it."

"Well, did you at least get the point of it?" The ghost asked, snatching a chicken leg off his plate.

"Hey! Rude. Get your plate, and yes, I did. Stan made a grand point to a four-year-old me about paying deeper attention to people, but again, I was four. Who could barely control a mind-reading curse tha-"

"It's not a curse," the ghost interrupted.

"Hey, I'm the one living with it; I can call it what I want. You are a ghost, or poltergeist, or hell, even a fever dream, who can only pretend to be me, and my hair was never that curly."

"Yes, it was. And you were very adorable." The ghost replied. "So what did you get from this?"

"You probably want me to say something about having a decent support system that I could rely on, but that's only partly true. Sure, I had him, but even so, the man was a mess. Look, you even chose a memory where he had blood splatter on him, and that was a GOOD day. Alphonse, on the other hand, was also a problem."

"Ohh, look at me, I'm so put upon," the ghost mocked. "Most people dream to have a father like Alphonse," the ghost continued.

"Yeah, but those are dreams. I lived in a freaking nightmare," Cadmus retorted, taking a few bites of Memory of Mac 'n' Cheese before wiping his mouth with a napkin and offering a hand to the ghost. "My turn."

The ghost looked at the offered hand, confused. "This isn't how this works. You know."

"I didn't ask." He grabbed the ghost's hand, and they disappeared into another memory.

The two of them found themselves in front of the gates of Ironwood Academy, an all-boys boarding school. It was a school that Cadmus had attended when he was younger, followed by the Triplets a few years after his graduation. The campus was beautiful, but there was a strong smell of smoke and burning rubber in the air, and there seemed to be quite a commotion around the faculty parking lot.

The ghost looked around the memory, perplexed. "What's going on? Where are we? This isn't on the schedule."

Cadmus smiled knowingly. "I take it you didn't do a thorough review of my life before taking me on as a project, did you?"

"I...skimmed...for the right moments, alright? I do this for a living, or unliving, whatever this is," the ghost of holiday past retorted.

"Whatever. I should be coming out of those gates in 3...2...1."

A teenage Cadmus, around 14, burst through the gates, walking fast to get away from a rather irate-looking Alphonse.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, YOUNG MAN!? GET OVER HERE!" Alphonse shouted at him.

The young Cadmus did not slow down or stop, despite not knowing where he was going. He just needed to get away; the inner noise was all too much for him, evident by the way he held his head, trying to block out the signals he was receiving before collapsing on the ground in front of the car.

Alphonse, even though he was still angry, handed Stan a bracelet. "Put it on him."

Stan took it and went to Cadmus, sitting him up, to which Cadmus struggled against it. "NO, I DON'T WANT IT." Stan pulled the boy's arm up and latched the bracelet around his wrist, and the struggle ceased almost immediately. "Sorry, but it's necessary for your own good," Stan said with a small hint of sympathy.

"So, what's the bracelet?" The ghost asked the older Cadmus.

"Oh, nothing too crazy. Just a bracelet that shuts you off from the flow of magic and your own personality," he deadpanned.

"Holy shit," the ghost shuddered.

Stan helped the young Cadmus up and gently placed him in the backseat of the car. The boy appeared to be quite out of it at this point, his mind clouded by the overwhelming sensory input he experienced.

Alphonse, on the advice of Stan, had tried to maintain his composure, but an uncomfortable tension was rising in the car as he drove. His eyes, when not focused on the road, darted to Cadmus in the backseat, his head leaning against the window, looking out at the setting sun. Cadmus lit the fuse with a careless remark, "It's not even that serious. They don't know it was me."

"AND YOU KNEW WHAT YOU DID!" Alphonse shouted, berating Cadmus.

"Al, calm down," Stan tried to interject.

"The bastard who burned my family for the sick thrill of it! Who tried to burn me

and gave me a permanent limp! My son would never misuse his magic to do something remotely as dangerous or stupid! But NO, CADMUS HAD TO TAKE IT AS A CHALLENGE TO BE JUST LIKE HIM!"

"ALPHONSE!" Stan shouted, cutting him off in a tone that was almost never directed at him. The car fell silent, the weight of the accusations and emotions hanging heavy in the air.

#cadmus dolore #Alphonse Monroe #Stan Norman #A rather sad memory

[tfbsattic]

Huey, Dewey, Louie, and a Magyar PM’s Demise

While touring Budapest during the Balkan Explorer Tour via Expat Explore in 2023, the free day coincided with Philippine Independence Day – also MY 34th BIRTHDAY. Being a Disney fan myself, the city’s sights brought up DuckTales.

And I do mean the original 1987-1990 run.

Photo taken 6/12/2023.

So what does a Disney animated series have to do with Budapest – or rather, the whole country of Hungary? Ask any resident who was between 3-12 years old and living in said country on December 12, 1993, and they’d likely tell you that something somber interrupted an episode of it.

Picture if you will being a kid watching Disney Sunday, the equivalent of America’s The Disney Afternoon in a post-Cold War Hungary (or a few other European countries) on that day. The theme song plays as normal.

“It will never leave,” said Doug Walker, the Nostalgia Critic. “it will never leave. It's like an addiction. You think you're over it. You think, “I only know a few lyrics of the song…’”

“Life is like a hurricane Here in Duckburg Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes It’s a Duck blur Might solve a mystery Or rewrite history." “DuckTales, woohoo! Every day that I've been making DuckTales, woohoo! Tales so daring, do-bad and good Luck tales.” “D-d-d-danger lurks behind you There’s a stranger out behind you Gonna find you What to do?” “JUST GRAB ONTO SOME DUCKTALES!” “WOOHOO!“

“I mean once you hear it once, it will never, ever go away. And you wanna know what the creepy thing is? I think this show stayed on the air strictly because of the theme song! I mean think about it, what do you actually remember about this show?”

Many a Magyar ‘90s kid’s disturbingly thorough answer came to a head during Uncle Scrooge’s breakfast conniption in the Catch as Cash Can story arc episode, “A Whale of a Bad Time.” He was dismayed and enraged when he lost half of his fortune via the boat containing it being eaten by a sea monster. As Huey, Dewey, and Louie restrained him, every TV screen in every Magyar household open to DuckTales desaturated, changed to static briefly, and went black for 15 minutes.

The Magyar Televízió logo appeared in a gloomy grayscale, accompanied by a track of the 3rd movement of Fredric Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 in B♭ minor, Op. 35. It signified to Magyars of all ages – even and especially the perplexed ‘90s kids trying to make sense of whatever abruptly interrupted their DuckTales fix – that someone very important had died.

That someone very important was József Antall, the first democratically elected prime minister.

Shortly after his inauguration in May 1990, Antall was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. He underwent surgery that October, with him having an interview on the response to the taxi blockade in ihis sleepwear. His cancer recurred in May 1991.

Antall died in his sleep due to complications on December 12, 1993. Magyar adults and well-informed teens who knew and loved him were bereft of a strong leader in Hungary’s post-communist history, whereas befuddled kids wondered why the TV cared more of about a prime minister’s death over a Disney animated series.

Those children who grew up back then were dubbed the “DuckTales Generation.”

“I wanted to switch channels to see if there was another cartoon,” recalled one Magyar adult, “but my parents wanted to watch M1 because – unlike me – they knew who PM Antall was and why the news of his death was important.”

“As a result of the shock, I rushed to the bathroom,” recalled another, “but I could barely tell what had happened all the way through. My mom cried to my dad, ‘Antall is dead!’ And then they looked at me, over my head. The children watching DuckTales at the time experienced a minor trauma as they were torn out of the safe world of Disney magic – and the unknown, incomprehensible blackness came.”

“Chopin's funeral march and the deep blackness cast a pall over the country for just a couple of minutes.”

“I called my parents, ‘Dad, I think (Antall) had died,’” recalled the owner of conservative blog Meanwhile in Budapest.

The death announcement of Antall wasn’t the only kids’ show interruption in history. On June 2, 2020, Viacom-owned TV channels (including Nickelodeon) around the world interrupted TV shows with an 8:46 PSA.

The white text, “I Can’t Breathe,” faded in and out to the cadence of a sound effect of a human breathing. The duration matched the one in which Derek Chauvin held his knee down on George Floyd’s neck till he suffocated. Either a Color of Change text number or the Amnesty International website (depending on country) appeared alongside it.

The PSA scared some kids, which lead some of their parents to rant about it on the Viacom channels’ social media accounts, some with some political rebukes.

But whichever their political views, most Magyar children who grew up when a death of a beloved dignitary interrupted a Disney TV show in the ‘90s knew that their moment was a blindingly brighter lightbulb memory. Even a traveling exhibit by Magyar artists on the childhood children in Hungary spent between the late ‘80s and noughties was APTLY named after that episode of which doleful breaking news interrupted it.

As Walt Disney said, “Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows. Most things are good, and they are the strongest things; but there are evil things too, and you are not doing a child a favor by trying to shield him from reality.”

Simply put, life HAS BEEN like a hurricane, anywhere in the world, whether kids and parents like it or not.

Especially in early ‘90s Hungary.

Photo taken 6/12/2023.

#ducktales #Antall Jozsef #hungarian history #expat explore #Budapest #1993 #cold war #90s childhood #Youtube

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

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Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

#bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts fic #taehyung fic #kth smut #bts #thekpopnetwork

[jjkxlv]

All The Better For Seeing You

↷Summary: Everything with him was so perfect. He was so good to you. But it was his friends inside his circle that seems to have an opposite opinion with him....about you.

↷Genre: Angst, fluff, established relationship, Jungkook oneshot, Jungkook x reader

↷Warnings: Slut shaming, calling names (gold digger etc) that's all i think

↷Word count: 2.2k

↷Taglist: @pjmochii @iamnamjoonsbxtch @jkreadinglist

That Friday night was just like every other Friday night that you and Jungkook had went through. Jungkook would want take you to the club which him and his friend always go every Friday night to get a drink or two together. Usually you would always find excuse to join him so that you don’t have come face to face with his friend. You know how they feel towards you. They’re not so fond of you the moment Jungkook had introduced you as his girl and till now you never know why. They had never told you why though. But Jungkook doesn’t aware of that. It’s not because he doesn’t care but you just good at keeping secret.

That night, since you couldn’t find a reason to not join him, Jungkook had dragged you to get you ready for the casual meet up.

“Do I really have to do this?” you whined hoping maybe he let you go again this time. “Of course you have to baby. Plus it’s been a while since you and my friend last met.” He answered also using the same tone you’re using. “But I don’t want to” you say softly while rubbing a circular motion around his hand. “But why? Is there any reason why you don’t want to meet my friend baby? Are they making you uncomfortable?” he asked, patiently waiting for your answer. “Noo, it’s not that” you fell silent. You’d been contemplating whether to tell him or not about the beef going around on his friend with you. “Fine, I’ll go”

 The ride to the club feels very unnecessary long. Everything looks stretched out to you. Something about going with him tonight doesn’t feels right to you but you never said anything. Only fidgeting with your fingers to calm your nerves. “Is there anything you’re hiding from me”. Jungkook asked, breaking the comfortable silence. “Uhmmm, nothing? why?”. You replied, timidly knowing that he sensed something. “Nothing, you just seem out of place since we got out of the house. Is everything alright?” he asked once again wanting you to spill anything to him. “Everything’s alright I promise you. I’m just nervous I guess. You know since I last met your friend was a long time ago. Kinda having the first time jittery all over again. You giggled slightly. Jungkook smiled softly at your response. “You know that was unnecessary. They all love you” he said. Oblivious to the fact that some of his friend has never get their liking towards you since the moment they laid their eyes on you. “I know, I’m sorry” you said softly. ‘There’s nothing you should be sorry about angel” he said while slightly glanced at your side. His eyes meeting yours and you both fell into fit of gigles. The car rides continue with some small talk here and there until you arrived at the club.

Hand in hand, you and Jugkook entered the club. With the club owner being one of Jungkook’s close friend, you both easily got into the club without having to wait in the long line to enter it. Making your way passed the heavy crowd, your hands never leaving Jungkook worried that you might get lost in the massive crowd. The club is one of the infamous club known at the place both of you lived. So the big crowd was understandable.

When you and Jungkook arrived at the VIP lounge, you already feel judging stares from his friends. “Oh look who finally decided to show up!” Taehyung said loudly making everyone stares at you and giving you ‘the look’ making you feel slightly uncomfortable. “What’s it with you and your tone” Jungkook asked annoyed by the feeling that his friend is mocking you who suddenly shows up at the weekly gathering. “Woah! Don’t go with the all overprotective boyfriend thingy on me, I’m just excited that we get to see y/n’s angelic face again since you decided to not bring her on every gathering we had in the past” he said while pretending to be smiling. “She’s just been busy. Isn’t that right baby?” Jungkook asked including you in the conversation. “I am plus we barely even have time to spend together. So, I decided maybe I can spend some time with him here tonight. You said smiling at Taehyung. “Is that so? Anyways, are you guys planning on standing there the whole night come and sit with us” he said, making space for both of you. You sat next to Jungkook and had join their conversation every now and then.

Talking for a long time was making Jungkook’s throat crave for waters. So, he suddenly got up to get the water to lubricate his drying throat. “Wait, where are you going?” you asked getting confused but you got up anyways ready to follow him to wherever. “I’m just gonna get us drinks. What do you want? Some Coke?” he asked. “Can I just follow you?” you asked feeling nervous by the fact that he was leaving you alone with his friends. “It’s okay, I managed, you should sit here and relax. You look tensed” he said, noticing your jitters. “O-oh okay then, coke is fine” you said. Already feeling suffocated. He nods and went to grab the drinks. You sat back at the sofa and brought up your phone to scroll you Instagram in order to avoid conversation with his friends. But you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends.

“So y/n, it’s been a long time huh” Namjoon, one of his friend said. “Yeah it’s been a long time” you replied not really wanting to start any conversation with them. “We didn’t expect you and Jungkook gonna last this long. You know since you only like him for his money and all” he added. With a perplexed look, you looked at him and asked. “What do you mean?” “Oh come on y/n playing dumb doesn’t suits you” he said. “No, I really mean it. What do you mean I’m with him for his money?” you asked again wanting explanation. Is this all of this about? Are they saying that you’re a gold digger? “Like we don’t know miss y/l/n. The time you met Jungkook was when you in desperate need of money and Jungkook just happened to like you at that time and you being the gold digger slash slut that you are you shoot your shot” he explained.All of JUngkook’s other friends nodding in agreement. All of the peoples at the lounge focus was now unfortunately on you. You don’t like it. Their stares make you feel 10,000 times small. Did they just call you a slut?

“I’m not a slut nor a gold digger. Stop calling me names” you said under your breath but unfortunately Namjoon heard it. “What did you said y/n? stop calling you names? Oh I’m sorry but that’s just who you are” he said getting annoyed by the fact that you had the courage to even talk back. “Y-you know nothing about me. Why you all just assume things? Is that why you never like me since the first time” you said eyes getting teary and the sob you’re holding back down your throat doesn’t helping at all. Why does it take so long for Jungkook to grab 2 glass of drinks? “Break up with him” Yuna one of Jungkook longest friend said with a stern voice. “W-what?” you asked softly not trusting your own voice. “Are you deaf” she said while walking up to you. They always verbally bully you but it never it never gets physical but with Yuna walking up to you now, your mind was racing with thousands of thoughts. Afraid of what’s going to happen next you got up and ready to ran but she quickly gets your wrist. “Where are you going? Are you going to tell your boyfriend? Are you scared y/n? Did we scared you?” she said with that annoying high pitched voice.

“I said break up with him you slut!” she said while clenching her teeth “You’re not like us. Look at us we have everything that you can only wished you have. We are gonna be somebody someday. You and him doesn’t match y/n. Can’t you see that? I see you not just deaf but you’re also blind” she said while slightly pushed your forehead with her index finger. “S-stop” you said while trying to grab her finger to stop her. By now the tears were no longer held back. “Y/n can’t you see? Jungkook doesn’t even like you that much. He’s just playing around. Every fucking human in this room knows that he’s gonna end up with people on our level. Hell I don’t think his parents gonna like you if they ever meet you” he said breaking your self-esteem piece by piece. “Why are you being mean? I never did anything for you guys to hate me this much” “Don’t you get it y/n?! you.are.not.like.us. Your poor ass doesn’t fit us” she said again now patting your head. “Stop crying nobody cares” you not sure who but it’s some people behind Yuna. “Now please get the fuck out of here before you’ll taste someone’s fist” Yuna said while roughly pushed you onto the wall. Without a second thought you get off there and sprinted to the women’s toilet while gently wiping your tears away.

Fortunately, Jungkook saw you going on a full speed to the toilet while wiping your face. Had you been crying? What happened?

Jungkook”s POV

While getting my drinks done the bar tender suddenly went out to the kitchen to grab some stock for the drinks that’ll be needed tonight. He asked me if I can wait a little longer and of course I said yes because I don’t think I’m rushing for anything tonight since you’re here with me I don’t have to rush home. So I wait while scrolling Instagram to kill times. But I lost count how long did I wait but I’m sure it hasn’t been that long though. Finally, the waiter came and did our drinks and finally handed it to me. I rushed to you taking into consideration that you might be really thirsty by now. But what I saw did break my heart why are you crying? So I rushed to the lounge. Why did everybody look so tense?

“Did something happen to y/n? why did I saw her crying? Did you guys said something mean? What happened here?” but he met with complete silence until Taehyung decided to speak up. “Don’t know, she just suddenly called us names and went into full crying mode. She’s annoying crying on every possible situation. You should find someone else kook. Someone who is on our level” he said getting on Jungkook’s nerve. “Oh shut up at least she’s better than those girls you hooked up with” with that being said, Jungkook put the drinks and went to wait for you at the toilet. After a while you got out.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay? whatever happened while I’m gone I’m so sorry sweetheart” he said while opening his arm for a big warm hug. Exactly what you need. He gently wipes the tears under your eyes while his eyes busy scanning your face. You said nothing but nuzzled your face more into his chest. “Do you still want to be here or do you want us back home” he asked while gently rubbing your back. “If you want to stay here a bit longer I don’t mind, I’m okay with anything” you replied while getting teared up remembering their harsh words towards you. “I don’t think I want to continue this anymore, let’s go back hmm?” he said. “Okay” you said smiling softly at him. “You wait here I’ll go get our things and you have a lot of explanation to do at home” He said while pushing a strand of hair off your face.

Jungkook went to get both of your things and quickly jogs his way to you. You both went out of the club and went back home.

At home

At your shared apartment, you both get your night routine done and got yourself ready to sleep. You can’t help but to remember all those nasty words they called you

 GOLD DIGGER SLUT GOLD DIGGER SLUT

 That night before went to sleep you told him all about his friends. You’re were nervous at first. Scared that he might not believe you but you told him anyway and he believe you. He was so pissed at his friends that you’re thankful that you’re telling him this while you both were alone at home or else tonight might ended up with blood. He was so tensed that night. Can’t believe his friends hated you that much. I mean they’ve told him a couples of time that he should have never got into relationship with you but he also never knew why they hated you. now he knows and he promised you to confront them the next time he sees them.

You both are on your bed with him spooning you from behind while he whispered sweet nothing into your ear. Reminding you that you are worth more than anything in his eyes. Calming you and he make sure to make you feel loved with his kisses that he would do it be it on your lips, nose, neck, forehead, cheeks you named it. It makes you realised that you should care less of what others think about you because at the end of the day Jungkook would always love you and he make sure that you feel and know it every time and you love him for that.

Author's note

Here is my first ever story😁 hope you like it🥰 any constructive comment is very welcome and I'm sorry if my writing did not meet with your expectations🥺sorry if any of yall had waited and it takes me so long to post this😔tbh i posted the the teaser just for fun and I don't think it will gain attention but it did :) so here it is :))) sorry for any grammar mistake. English is not my first language🙏🏻hope you had a great time here the next story teaser will be out very soon😉

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[pinkoptics]

Cherik ‘Fallen Angel’ Fic

Part 2 (of Chapter 1)

Find Part 1 (of Chapter 1) here.

Charles is an angel. He loves Erik. He saves Erik. God takes issue with that. Hilarity and adorableness (with a smidge of angst) ensues. In this part, protective!Erik makes an appearance at the hospital.

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“I don’t know what his last name is!” Erik growled at the nurse, just barely managing to hold back the ‘fucks’ he wanted to pepper the sentence with. “I wasn’t exactly trying to get all of his info while he was bleeding to death on me.”

Erik released them in his mind— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s just doing her job. She’s just doing her job. Don’t strangle her with metal.

“I told you,” Erik gritted his teeth and repeated a variation of the same combination of sentences he had already uttered twice. “I was crossing the street. The car barrelled through the red light. He jumped in and saved my life. I tried to return the favour. His name is Charles. He’s cute. I promised to take him to dinner. That’s all I know and that’s as far as we got before he passed out.”

How was Charles? Was he okay?

It didn’t seem like he could be. It had looked like so much fucking blood. The utterly insane things the man had said (“You should know you’re beautiful. Before I leave this mortal realm, I want you to know that”). Those spectacularly bright blue eyes fading to a frightening dullness. Not that Erik knew anything about anything medical, but none of that had seemed promising. So, not only was this nurse annoying as all fuck, she was stonewalling him. They wouldn’t tell him a goddamned thing because he wasn’t Charles’ next of kin. No one, in fact, knew if he had any next of kin in New York because he didn’t have a wallet, ID or phone on him. This was why the nurse was presently grilling him for information he did. not. have. They hadn’t let him ride in the ambulance, so he’d taken a cab and prayed that the ambulance had made a hell of a lot better time than he had. The only reason they were talking to him at all was because he had been there, had a name, a first name, and that was it.

The swinging doors opened and a woman in scrubs emerged. Erik nearly lunged.

“Are you Erik?”

“Yes.”

“He’s asking for you. I don’t want to let you in at all, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to start anything beyond emergency treatment until he talks to you.”

Asking meant conscious. Living. Thank fuck. The relief was powerful and nearly knocked him on his ass. Later, when he wasn’t teeming with barely contained frustration, and desperately trying to ascertain just how okay Charles was or wasn’t, he might spare a moment to think about how unexpected it was to be so powerfully moved by a stranger (a cute stranger who’d saved his life, granted), but not now.

“How is he?”

“He lost some blood, will need stitches on his arm and he has a few fractured ribs, but he’s stable. He’s going to be fine. After he stops trying to get out of bed to talk to you, we might actually be able to treat those things with something other than bandages.”

If Erik had thought the first wave of relief was powerful, he was not prepared at all for the second.

She sighed deeply and gestured to the double doors from which she had emerged. “This way.”

He followed her a short way down the hall, nearly stepping on her heels each step of the way. She stopped so abruptly before they entered the room that Erik nearly ran straight into her back.

“I should warn you that he’s... well, you’ve both been through a trauma. The mind processes such things in all sorts of ways. If he doesn’t seem... ‘all there’ don’t be overly concerned. Play along, don’t distress him further.”

Charles certainly hadn’t been ‘all there’ at the scene of the accident. His bizarre last words kept spinning through Erik’s head at random intervals— you are so loved. On their own, they were strange enough, but the reverence of Charles’ tone had sunk the words into Erik’s bones like a telepath projecting the emotion behind what they were saying. He hadn’t heard the words, he’d felt the words. Even if Charles was a telepath, it didn’t make them make anymore sense. More forthcoming then... he nodded at the doctor.

“You’re here!” Charles beamed at him from his sitting position on the hospital bed, looking much happier than anyone had any right to be in his situation. “And, you look well. Are you well?”

Charles did too, relatively speaking. He was a little pale, a little bruised but nowhere close to as bad as Erik had expected. Though the car had clipped him as he’d tackled Erik out of the way, it seemed to have been a case of looking much worse than it was at the scene. Small miracles.

“I’m fine.” Fine enough, at any rate. Like Charles, he was understandably bruised, and it was probably going to hurt more in the morning, but his suit had taken the harder beating. Between contact with the pavement and Charles’ blood, there would be no saving it, not that that mattered in the slightest. “You’re the one who was bleeding out all over me. How are you?”

Erik was sitting at his bedside now, the doctor presumably hovering in the background for all Erik’s attention was on Charles. The man in question blinked, cocking his head slightly to the side and giving Erik’s question a more thorough consideration than Erik would have thought necessary.

“I really don’t know,” he finally answered. Charles stretched his injured arm out in front of him, now bandaged (if not stitched) and looked at it with a plainly perplexed expression. “I’ve never been hurt before you know. It’s curious... interesting, but I don’t at all recommend it.”

“You were hit by a car.” Erik couldn’t help but be amused. Perplexed Charles was endearing. “Not something that happens to a person every day.”

“Quite.” Charles conceded the point. He went from staring at his arm to deliberately poking his own rib cage, and subsequently wincing. “You’re all very fragile, you know. So much could kill you every single minute of your life and yet so many of you manage to survive until old age. How do you do it? I’ve only just arrived and I’ve already nearly died.”

He turned his focus from his ribs to Erik and genuinely looked as though he were waiting for a response. Erik opened his mouth and then closed it. Despite the doctor’s suggestion to ‘play along’ he didn’t have one. Erik decided to change course.

“The hospital needs your personal information— last name, address, insurance.”

“Oh, well, that’s easy enough. I don’t have a last name. Just Charles. Or an address for that matter. I feel it’s unlikely my former profession came with any benefits.” Charles suddenly laughed. “That’s not true. It absolutely had many benefits, but certainly not State Farm. Besides, I’m no longer working for Him.”

The emphasis on the last word was... odd. Was Erik supposed to know who he was?

“I was... goodness. I was fired I suppose. Fired. That means I’m—I’m unemployed. For the first time in a millennia, I’m... on the pogey!” He laughed a little harder, the edge of hysteria he’d had at the scene worming its way back in. “Wait, no, you don’t say that anymore, do you?”

Pogey?

“Oh you look so confused. I apologize. It’s a Canadian phrase come to think. Or it used to be, a century ago.”

Shit.

Had Charles hit his head? Was this some kind of bizarre amnesia? The doctor hadn’t mentioned either possibility but... Erik side-stepped again.“How about family? Is there someone I can call and let them know you’re here? Maybe they can provide your information?”

The shift in Charles’ expression and demeanour was so abrupt and dramatic that Erik’s gut clenched. The stunning blue eyes that had stared up at him with such naked concern and relief, took on an unmistakable sheen. The wetness made them impossibly bluer, an unnatural colour that was as striking as it was otherworldly. The tears did not fall, yet Erik somehow knew that Charles would cry beautifully if they did. Erik somehow also knew what the response was going to be before he uttered it.

“No. There is no one. Not anymore.”

Erik surprised himself by doing something he would normally never do, under any circumstance, even with someone he knew well, let alone someone he had just met. He reached out and took Charles’ hand, squeezing it gently. His was a pain Erik was all too familiar with.

“It’s all right. We’ll... we’ll figure this out. You’re Charles. You saved my life. You have me. That’s all we need to know right now. Don’t worry about the insurance or anything else.”

Charles stopped staring out into the middle-distance and focused on Erik. “Truly, you don’t owe me anything.”

Erik snorted. “The hell I don’t. Besides, we’ve got to get you healed up. I can’t take you to the diner in this state. We’ve got date, remember? So there you are. Here you think I’m indebted, but really my reasons are purely selfish. You’re hot and I want to date you. Humour me.”

The wetness retreated and that red mouth quirked up into a small smile.

“As long as you’re being self-centred.”

“Oh, trust me, I am.”

Somewhere behind them, someone cleared their throat. Erik turned. Oh, right, the doctor. “As much as I would love to watch the two of you keep flirting, we need to take care of those injuries.”

She was right, so Erik reluctantly stood and even more reluctantly released Charles’ hand.

“I’ll be back later, so stop trying to leave and let them take care of you, all right?”

Charles nodded. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

Erik forced himself to turn and exit the room. Only after he’d left it, did he truly exhale. Charles was okay. Charles was okay. Charles was flirting even... well, possibly. They were still on for that date. Erik took a few much needed breaths and strode more determinedly, and much less frantically, back toward the nurses’ desk. He would take care of this.

He would take care of Charles.

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Thanks for reading 😊. I really hope inspiration continues to strike because I’ve had a lot of fun with this thus far.

On to chapter 2 part 1

#cherik #cherik fan fic #cherik fanfic #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #pinkoptics fic #fallen angel fic

[imimi7]

Salvation

Hi, it's been a while. Sorry for not being active and not posting , college has been really hectic lately but now my semester is coming to an end so I think I'll be able to give this fanfiction more time. Here is the 2nd chapter. Hope y'all enjoy.

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Chapter 2: A Marionette

The morning of new beginnings, Jia gets ready for her interview, putting up an elegant white dress. “I will finally get to see the so-called crazy CEO,” she thinks while straightening her hair.

Jia decided to not go to Babel with her uncle and instead took her own car, she did not want him to get involved with her interview or recruitment process. After reaching the company building, she takes her sunglasses off and takes in the sight of the tall standing exquisite building, hiding behind the glamour of which were the sorrows of hundreds of thousands of wronged lives and an endless story of corruption.

“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m here for an interview. Could you please tell me where is it being conducted?” She asks the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but there are no interviews scheduled as of now.”

“But..I got a call yesterday. I’m here for the CEO’s assistant’s post.”

“OH, are you Miss Han Jia?”

“Yes.”

“My apologies Ma’am, you have already been hired.”

“What? But the interview…” Jia got an idea by now what was going on, she was hired without the interview because she was connected to Wusang’s chairman. She was not quite happy about this but again, nothing fair happens in this company and if this was making her aim easier, then be it. She knew she was not underqualified for the job so that’s not even an issue. Without wasting any more time, she asked for directions to the CEO’s office. She met an employee midway who was taking coffee for the chairman.

“This is for Mr. Jang, right? I will take it.” She knocks at the door and enters with the coffee in her hands. “Good morning, sir.” She walks towards the desk with a slight smile and sets the coffee cup down. “Thank You for hiring me, I will not disappoint you.”

Han Seo gets up from his chair with a bright smile, extending his hand he says, “Jia Ssi, happy to see you. Of course, you won’t disappoint, you are Mr. Seung Hyuk’s niece.”

This guy seemed far from a scary psychopath, Jia thought, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you, sir. Although, I don’t really get how does my capability depend on my uncle’s name.”

“I am really sorry if it offended you…I-I did not mean that. I meant that your uncle is great at what he does so…it looks like it runs in the family.” He says in an apologizing tone, an innocent and warm smile planted on his face.

“It’s alright. I get that a lot. Is there something you want me to do right now? I will start arranging your schedule right away.”

“Umm..Jia Ssi. You don’t have to be stressed, even the coffee, you did not have to bring it in. We have a lot of employees here and I want you to know that you can just enjoy your time here. Also, there is not particularly any schedule right now.”

Jia stares at him with raised eyebrows, this was perplexing. “What the hell is he saying? I don’t have to work? Why else would he hire me? This guy wants to pay me just for nothing? Is he even the chairman? He does not care about his company how…..” Jia thought, her mind being bombarded with tons of questions, until she realized, “He is..not the owner…not the real one. A marionette, he is a marionette.”

“Jia Ssi? Are you okay? You kind of zoned out for a moment.”

“Yeah..yeah. Sir, I understand why you hired me. But not letting me work is too much, I am taking the salary that a lot of other applicants might have needed desperately, it will only be fair for me to hold this job if I work for this position.”

“Like I said, I have nothing lined up right now.” He did not know what to say, because he was not the one who took decisions. Even if he had something lined up, a meeting, an interview, it would first have to go through the confirmation of Han Seok. He could not order his secretary around because he was not in a position to order. “Perhaps you would like to join me in a shooting game? I and your uncle are meeting up tomorrow.Err..you can…take any important calls while I’m..y’know…busy with the game and make a report of important events later? Would that be fine?”

“Something better than nothing, I would love to. Maybe you will start trusting me more with work then.” She said with a disappointed smile. “I can get a lot of information from you, then. Let’s see, Jang Han Seo, if you are one of the wretched beings here or are just a minor chess piece on their board.”

“Andwae, andwae, Jia Ssi, it’s not that I don’t trust you..”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to explain it to me. Okay then, I will be at my desk. Please call me if you need anything, Sir.”

“Sure..sure. Fighting!” He said with a cheerful grin.

A few minutes later, Han Seo rings up Seung Hyuk, “Your niece seems…very adamant. Actually, it does not really look like I need to look out for her.”

“No..no! See that’s why you need to. Don’t let her do anything. Anything. And especially, don’t let her be anywhere near your brother.”

“Well..she gets really upset when I tell her to not do anything. Don’t worry though, now that we have joined forces, I should look out for you and your family, right?”

“Jeongmal kamsahamnida, hwe jang nim.”

After the work hours are over, Han Seo starts leaving the building and Jia follows. In the parking lot a suspicious toy car comes up to him. Jia watches from a safe distance. Han Seo seems to tell his bodyguards to do something about it and suddenly starts panicking. The toy car follows him wherever he tries to run and hide.

“Bomb. BOMB. It’s a bomb. Do something!” He shouts.

“Who would dare to kill Babel’s chairman in such a whim? Looks like a fragile plan. Well looking at how easily he gets scared, they won’t even need a real bomb.” While thinking that, Jia runs toward the car and kicks it hard with her stilettos, causing it to fly back a bit farther from Han Seo. The timer goes off and what comes out of the toy is not a fiery blast but rather a mocking shower of confetti. Jia walks up to it and picks up the piece of paper which had popped out. Han Seo runs behind her telling her to not touch it.

“HAJIMAA! It’s dangerous.”

“It’s just a paper, Sir. A message for you, I suppose. Someone must have pulled a prank.”

“C….Vin…Aissshh Vincenzo!”

“Vincenzo? The consigliere?”

Han Seo does not reply but the wrinkles of worries on his forehead are enough to tell.

“Sir, you don’t look well. You should go home now, don’t worry about what happened. It is just a prank. If you are still anxious about it, I’ll look into it.”

“No..no..don’t do anything. It’s just a prank, you said? Gwenchana, I’ll be fine.”

“Goodnight, then. Please take care.”

“Vincenzo…shall we meet soon, then?”Jia smirks.

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[jay-and-dean]

Firefly Chapter 7 : Eighteen and twenty-eight years old

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 4330

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it.

Firefly Chapter 1

Firefly Chapter 2

Firefly Chapter 3

Firefly Chapter 4

Firefly Chapter 5

Firefly Chapter 6

Jay’s Masterlist

Roonyxx Masterlist

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She wasn’t moving at all. Sitting on the bench in the middle of this ocean of life, she watched people walk by. The sun had gone down now, after moving from building to building, making giant shadows change the whole city constantly.

She was overwhelmed, unable to move at all. Her eyes were drinking the world like new born baby’s ones. None of her muscles moved for hours, her fists clinging at her dress, her heart bleeding in silence for Dean.

A few people stopped to ask her if she was okay, but she couldn’t answer, her voice locked in her lungs…

But she finally got up.

After days of hiding in alleys, and walking on boulevards, escaping weird men yelling at her in the dark of night… It started to rain. A heavy, pouring storm rain that made her dress heavy and washed the dust out of her. And that warm loud summer rain somehow woke her from her torpor.

She had to live, and learn everything about life because that’s what Dean wanted for her… But Dean wasn’t here, and he will never be. So she came back to that bench, soaked and shaking, and started to cry for him. She had to be happy for the man she loved, and couldn’t without him… 

Her tears only calmed with the rain that day. And even when her eyes stopped crying, her heart never stopped weeping for Dean a single second.

Not when she got up from that bench to find a map of the city on the subway station, not when she found clothes, and ripped that stupid dress of her body… It was still weeping when she first found people in the street and asked her where to find food. It was screaming inside her during her first night in a foster home for homeless people… When she fought for the first time to escape men again. 

Her heart was weeping for Dean the first time she laughed, seeing cartoons in a TV store front, when she found out about drugs and abuse, cheating, wealth... when she started to be hungry, when she fell of exhaustion in an alley…

And even if her eyes stayed dry, her soul kept crying when the demons attacked.

Lilith had sent them after her as soon as the Queen noticed Y/n was no longer in Hell. She was hiding in an abandoned building when dozens of demons attacked her, she fought with teeth and nails to get them off and she won, but that wasn’t the end… Lilith kept sending more minions and, exhausted but determined to live, Y/n had only one option left.

She faked her own death. With the help of her powers and some research in the nearby library and in the maze of knowledge she had memorized over the years, she tricked the demons into believing she was dead, and used a certain pattern of sigils to hide herself, cloaked from every supernatural being.

Finally she was free.

So things went easier. After a little while, she met her own little angel : Sue. An older lady who offered Y/n shelter when she caught her dumpster diving her diner. Sue found Y/n a little odd at first, everyone thought that of her, but just as with every person Y/n had met on her way, Sue liked the happy girl she always seemed to be, enthusiastic about the very simpler things ; so she offered Y/n a job as a waitress in her diner.

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 Y/n’s window was rolled down as the loud music blasted through the speakers of her raven black 1967 Ford Mustang as she drove to work, still the same job at Sue’s diner. And she was smiling wide on her way, because she loved every single thing about this job. 

She parked her car in the lot and made her way inside to take her light blue apron.

“Morning Y/n! How are you doing today sweetie ?” Sue asked.

“You know, same old same old.” Y/N shrugged.

Tying her apron on her, Y/n smiled kindly. She looked so different from what Dean had known, and hopefully different enough so no demon passing by ever recognized her. Her hair was tied together and no longer falling on a waterfall in her back. No more fancy dresses but only jeans and all the t-shirts she liked, with rock bands on it, or her favorite movies posters... 

Sue sighed and put her hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Are you still working on freeing Prince Charming ?” she asked Y/n with an apologetic smile. 

“Yes, I promised I would get him out and I won’t stop until he is” she said determinedly. 

When Sue had just found Y/n she kindly offered her to stay at her house until she could get on her own feet. Y/n dreamed a lot about Dean, some dreams worse than the others, so after the third night of her guest screaming Dean’s name, Sue had asked her who he was. Y/n couldn’t tell her everything so she said he was the love of her life and was wrongly imprisoned, and that she had promised to get him out.

“He’s a very lucky guy to have you, Y/n” Sue told her.

“Yeah, I just… I miss him so much…” Y/n said as she made the last knot on her apron.

“I know sweetie, but if you truly love him, he’ll come back, just wait and see” she smiled with that protective expression she always had when it came to her protégée, even if she seemed sometimes perplexed about all those stories she told.

She gave her her note book to write down the orders.

“Yeah I hope so” Y/n clicked on her pen and made her way into the diner to take up the orders of all the customers. 

It was a quiet day, she loved this little diner, the food was amazing and it even had a little jukebox she often used. It had given her a shelter, money to live, but also an identity and friends. A life.

Her smile faded like it did sometimes, Dean would have loved this diner too… She thought back to all the things she discovered on Earth.

She did everything Dean had told her about : She went to the movie theater, she learned how to drive (thanks to Sue), she had a date or four, went to a party, she got drunk a few times. She danced alone and with others, kissed a girl and travelled a little. Her appetite for life was never ending, so she had driven to the ocean and dived, she had smoked weird things once and ran in the forest, she had woke in the middle of the night to go buy ice-cream, she had sang in the shower and stayed home for an entire weekend crying while watching bad tv shows… And she even lost her virginity to a sweet boy. But nothing could get her mind off Dean, calm her weeping heart or divert her from her goal.

Every night she looked up at the stars and imagined him by her side, she could use her power to create an image of him that existed out of a million little stars, well more like a million little fireflies.

A lot of time had passed since she last saw him, her heart broke at the thought of him down there for so long. He must have forgotten her by now, if his soul even survived those many years.

A throat being cleared pulled her from her daydreaming. She turned to find a man smiling at her.

“Oh my apologies, what can I get you, sir ?” she asked the man, there was something unpleasant about him, he had dirty blonde hair and she didn’t like the way his blue eyes were traveling her up and down.

“Are you on the menu ?” he asked her with a sly smile.

Y/n sighed deep, why were a lot of men on Earth such… pigs ?

“No sorry, I was just joking” the man began. “I’ll take a coffee with some pancakes.” 

Y/n wrote his order down and left with a forced smile. 

He was the only customer today so Y/n handed the paper to Sue so she could make it and sat down at the little bar. She was watching the man in the mirror that hung on the other side of the counter. She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling she got from the man, he looked normal, but she could feel something… something powerful radiating off him.

The bell pulled Y/n out of her haze as she took the coffee and pancake to the man.

“Here you go sir, enjoy your meal” Y/n said as she dropped the food at his table.

“Thank you.” 

She was starting to leave when his voice stopped her.

“Can I ask you a question, miss ?” he asked as he took a bite from the pancake.

“Yeah, of course” Y/n shrugged.

“You haven’t been here for long have you ?” he said as he looked at her.

“Uhm no, not very long. Are you from around here ?” Y/n asked, he was just a normal guy, it was impossible for anyone to find her anyway. 

“Oh no not at all. But i didn’t mean this diner...” he kept on eating nonchalantly, he swallowed. “I meant Earth.” 

Y/n’s eyes went wide, she turned and ran towards the exit only to bump into the man who was just sitting at the table behind her half a second ago. 

“Who are you” Y/n asked as she stepped back from him

A deep sigh left his mouth.

“It hurts me that you even have to ask that, Y/n” he blinked and his irises turned to a fiery red.

Y/n ran towards the kitchen to get Sue. She pulled open the door and shrieked as her dear friend fell on her with her eyes burned out.

Dead.

“No ! Sue !” Y/n started shaking, cupping her friend’s face. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER ?” Y/n screamed to the man walking in casually.

“She put too much milk in my coffee, so I ended her” he shrugged nonchalantly.

Y/n stood up, her eyes a flare as she widened her arms to unleash her powers. Two fiery tentacles wrapped around the man’s legs.

“You’ll regret this” she said, her voice sounding like a thousand people at once.

The man gave her a sly smirk and snapped his fingers, her powers stopped immediately. She thrusted her hands forward to him, but nothing happened. Fear shone in her eyes as she looked at him in disbelief.

“It’s time we should head home, Y/n” he stepped closer to her, his fingers tilting up her chin.

“We have a family to start” he whispered against her lips with a dark chuckle.

“L-Lucifer” she gasped. 

 His arms wrapped tight around her and before she could blink she was back in Hell.

The suffocating smell of sulfur and blood made her cough, her whole body started to shake as she started to desperately gasp for air, her lungs crushed by the most powerful anxiety she ever felt. Her arms reached to her enemy in a pleading scratch, like he was strangling her…

“Home sweet home, baby” he cruelly cooed in her ear, his breath heavy on her skin. 

She pried her arms between them to push out of his embrace. He chuckled as he let her go and she fell backwards, scrambling away from him.

“Stay away from me!” she finally managed to yell at him, her eyes flaring back to life as she was losing control over her powers.

He tilted his head at her as he watched her, his steps following her every move.

“You are such a pretty thing, I see some potential too. But I was told you were,” he hummed in thought “a pain in the ass. And I’m starting to see why.”

Her eyes were scanning everything, the bloody walls, the frozen air all around her, the never ending screams, the smell of fear and fire. 

No she couldn’t be back in Hell…

With a turn of his wrist she was lifted up in the air, she tried to fight his power, but he was too strong… She couldn’t take on the Lord of Hell…

“Y/n, I’m only going to tell you that only once : You will obey and be helpful” he said with every step until he stood nose to nose with her, his eyes drinking her in.

She gave him a sweet smile before she spat in his face.

“Never” she told him.

His hand came up to wipe her spit away, he licked his hand clean, humming at her taste. 

“As you wish, Y/n. Then my little slave needs chains...” he sneered.

Iron ropes wrapped around her as soon as the word left his lips, they burned into her flesh making her scream in pain. She fell heavy to the ground at his feet.

“For eternity” he finished as he sat down on his throne.

“No p-please, no chains… everything but chains” she begged him.

“Oh no baby, I know what you used to do when you’re set loose, but forget about that, he isn’t here anyway, no reason to go wandering. Jeal told me all about you and your little lover.” he said as he crossed his legs over each other.

“H-he isn’t ? H-How” she asked, suddenly able to ignore the pain of the iron digging in her flesh. 

How was that possible ?

“He got out, Heaven’s plans. Now stop asking or I’ll gag you too” he sighed, looking at her. “I’ll make you your own little cage, like they did for me. No way you’ll get away from this one. And don’t think your daddy will help, he still thinks you’re dead. Everyone does.”

She whimpered in silence, only one thought on her mind. He was free… 

Dean Winchester was alive.

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Dean’s Pov 

  Dean woke up in a little painful whine, he opened his eyes and wiped the sweat off his face and neck, watching the ceiling, trying to focus on the contour of his body, the sheets and the pillow. He took a deep breath to calm his heaving chest. 

Another nightmare.

And this one wasn’t the violent surviving of Purgatory, it wasn’t the burning guilt of old fights with John, the crushing pain of seeing Sam die ; it wasn’t the despair of losing Mary again, the disturbing memories of being a demon… It was the worst : Hell.

And among the worst, the tortures and the screams, tonight’s nightmare had to be about the cruellest idea demons ever came up with : fake hope.

In his dream, he was laying on the floor of his cell, barely able to breath because of the blood drowning his lungs, and he felt her hand, her tiny soft fingers wrapped around his wrist to ease his panic. She whispered sweet things to him but when he lifted his eyes to see her face, only Alastair was there, laughing loud and sharpening knives. 

Dean stretched and shook his head, like he could get rid of those memories like that. He couldn’t let nightmares get to him, and he couldn’t let his past crush him. 

With his guts still aching from the dream, he forced himself to get up. Staying in bed only made the memories clearer, and the trauma cut deeper. He knew only another hunt could ease the pain. 

Maybe, just maybe, if he saved enough people, he would finally expiate.

The bunker was silent, even Sam was still sleeping so early in the morning. Walking to the kitchen, he frowned : His knee was still hurting and the bruises on his face and collarbones too. 

Damn demon.

He turned to enter the kitchen and jumped a little.

“Hi Dean, sorry I scared you” Jack said, looking up from his bowl of cereal, his big eyes going to the hunter’s wounds quickly. “How are you ?” 

“I’m fine. What are you doing up so early ?” Dean grunted, going straight to the coffee in his long grey robe. 

“I have trouble sleeping lately” the boy answered, frowning in confusion like he often did. 

“Try whiskey” Dean muttered low in a sleepy grunt.

“Alcohol is really not a solution to my problem I think” Jack turned to him, even more confused.

“I was kidding” he sighed, sitting in front of the young boy.

Sometimes Jack really was Castiel’s son…

The hunter scratched his scruff and took the cereal to plunge his hand in the box, eating some while reading the joke behind it.

“I hear a voice in my head” Jack sighed. 

Dean looked up, ready to make a mocking joke but he noticed a genuine worry on the boy’s face.

“A voice ?”

“Yes” Jack searched Dean’s face. “At first I thought maybe I overheard something on the angel radio, but… It seems different.”

“What does it say ?” 

“I don’t really understand it” Jack shrugged.

“Understand what ?” Sam asked, scratching his head while entering the room with his hair in every direction and the left side of his face still swollen and bruised. “Wow, everyone is up early this morning ! What am I missing ?” 

“Jack says he hears a voice” Dean repeated, getting up to get coffee now it was ready. “But he doesn’t know where it comes from or what it says” he groaned slightly. 

Please don’t let that be bad news again…

Dean sat heavily, rubbing his tired eyes while his brother interrogated Jack. How long had he been hearing the voices, were there several, was it constant… The boy only had a very few answers.

“We need to find where it comes from, Dean” Sam states, making his brother grunt again in his coffee mug. 

That didn’t sound like a good old fight and kill hunt, it sounded like trouble.

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  Dean pushed the heavy metal door and went down the stairs, overhearing his brother, Jack and Castiel talking in the library. 

Reaching them, he almost threw the bag on the wooden table, not daring to ask any question seeing the three too serious faces looking at him.

“I guess no good news” he mumbled deep in his throat looking down to grab a beer from the bag.

“Dean” Castiel started with his worried voice, making the hunter look instantly slightly annoyed. “The voice comes from Hell.”

“Hell” Dean repeated casually, taking a sip of beer to wash the word from his mouth. “There are a lot of voices in Hell, it’s pretty loud down there.”

When his eyes fell on Sam, a shiver roamed his back. He had the face, Dean hated that face, the “you’re not going to like it” face. So he put his beer down on the table and sighed.

“What is it ?” he finally asked.

“The voice, Dean” Jack said. “It’s calling you.”

“Me” Dean’s eyes widened. “There can be another dude named Dean in Hell !”

“Dean…” Sam sighed. “Who could be calling you ?”

Dean’s first thought went to Bobby. They had freed him from Hell a few years ago, he was supposed to be in Heaven, and Crowley had decided differently… Maybe someone they lost ? An innocent locked in Hell by mistake ? But Rowena was on the throne now… Would she do that ? 

“How can you hear a voice coming from Hell ?” he shook his head. “Do you hear them all ?”

“No” Jack said. “Only this one.”

Dean sat and took a deep breath, realizing this would mean that he would have to visit Hell... again. After those break in, the nightmares were always worse, and last time he had to deal with a panic attack in the shower. 

“Okay” he stated. “What is the plan ? And how do we know it’s not a trap ?”

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 “So your plan…” Rowena frowned from her throne, her long dress nonchalantly falling on the floor. “Is letting the boy follow a voice like a dog on a leash ?” 

Dean’s face was stern, his arms tense, his heart a little compressed in his chest.

Each time he smelled that horrible sulfur mixed with blood smell, it was like he could feel the chains and the needles and hear Alastair’s voice all over again. Then he had two choices in his mind : Either he accepted it, and stayed with the demon’s croaky voice in his head for days, or focused on what had made him hold on for years back then : the secret girl’s soft touches ; but then the fear was replaced by the crushing feeling of despair and sadness, at knowing he had been fooled that bad, into believing innocence exited.

“More or less” his brother answered. “Rowena, you have to admit it’s something new… And if there are leaks in Hell…”

“Yeah yeah…” the witch sighed. “But don’t come crying when your little baby angel comes back traumatized. This is not a place for kids.”

Oh the irony.

“It’s not there” Jack cut them with a frown, looking around.

“What do you mean it’s not there ?” Dean grunted. “You were sure it came from Hell !”

“It does…” the boy stated. “Just deeper.”

“Deeper ?” Sam shook his head, but turned to Rowena, immediately trusting Jack as always. “Is there a basement in Hell ?”

“A basement ? Hell is a multi-dimensional…”

“Answer him” Dean cut her, losing patience.

Rowena got up and demons entered the room. She gave orders about getting the records, about the cage, and all. After a few very long minutes, a demon in an old man vessel came closer to the Queen, whispering something in her ear.

“Oh really ?” Rowena said. “Why am I not aware of all this ?”

“Because they’re all empty, your Majesty” the demon shrugged. 

“What is ?” Sam insisted with a flustered move of his hands.

Rowena sat again.

“There are cages, like the one that held Lucifer once. Smaller ones, but for all we know, they are all empty.”

“For all you know ?” Dean raised his voice a little. 

“No one uses them” Rowena shrugged. 

“They held an angel during the war between Heaven and Hell” the demon spoke, his voice shaking a little, obviously uneasy in front of the Winchesters. “I-in the dawn of time, but the angel was killed by Lucifer before Michael locked him in the cage… We kinda forgot where they were.”

“Take us to them” Jack ordered Rowena with this frown of his.

Rowena looked to the demon that didn’t move, his eyes on Dean, like the hunter could suddenly decide to kill all of them.

“Merihem, take us to those cages” Rowena called him. “Chop chop.” 

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The light of Hell’s fire didn’t reach that deep in the pit, like the sun in the deepest ocean.

Dean was holding the torch like it was his lifeline in this vertiginous nightmare of deafening silence. Everything was threateningly pitch black, a perfect representation of the fear of dark, a big cold lonely nothingness… With stairs in the middle. 

“I didn’t know there was anything deeper than Lucifer’s cage” the Queen’s voice echoed weirdly in the void.

Suddenly, the stairs stopped and Dean banged into metal bars. He lifted his torch to see what was behind it, but the cage was empty.

“It’s here” Jack whispered. “I can feel it.”

Sam opened the empty cage, his arm hair ruffling at the touch of the same metal that held his soul for so long.

“Nothing” he said, holding back his own trauma probably as hard as Dean did.

“Dean…” a weak voice made them all jump, coming from the dark.

“Who is this ?” the hunter grunted, taking a few unsure steps to the next cage, firmly holding his torch in front of him with an almost trembling arm.

“Dean…” the voice now whined.

Sam put his hand on his brother’s shoulder to make him wait for him. They looked at each other, using silent words and joining their flames to fight the pitch black ahead of them. 

Even used to all kinds of nightmares, Dean wasn’t so reassured in the deepest of Hell, called by a weak and plaintive voice coming from the darkest of darks.

Something moved in the cage in a deafening metal noise, a shadow fleeing the light. The brothers both let out a shaky breath, moving closer with the demon and Rowena way behind them.

Dean swallowed, finally distinguishing a body, hunched in the opposite corner of the cage, shaking. Extremely long hair was falling around the pitiful form, chained heavily even inside the cage. 

“Who are you ?” he asked again. “You’re calling me, why ?”

No answer.

“Who is this ?” Sam turned to the demon that had guided them.

“I-I have no idea” it answered. “No one came here in years !”

“Dean ?” the voice seemed to struggle thinking straight.

“Jeez” Sam muttered. “For how long has she been there ?”

She ? Dean thought, realizing now it was indeed a woman, her thin delicate hands were clinging to the floor.

His heart was racing in his chest, from being in Hell, from the fear of what he would find, and from something else, something confusing, like an emotion flying in the air around him.

The girl finally lifted her face to them, teary eyes frowned at the light of the flame, her shaking hand open in front of her to soften the burning of the torch.

Dean felt hit violently in the chest, his breathing stopped in a strangled gasp as everything he certainly knew started to crumble in the back of his mind. He opened his mouth but nothing came out… After swallowing twice, he finally managed to speak.

“Firefly ?”

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gigil | ten

pairing: Ten x Female Reader (Fluff)

words: 1.9k

warnings: might be disgustingly cute idk.

A/N: Gigil is a word used to describe the overwhelming feeling that comes over us when we see something cute.

At 1 am, with bare minimum noises in the background, save for a stray car zooming away in the distance and a blanket of stars overhead, Ten walked back to his apartment; feet dragging on the pavement, as they traced his displeasure along the way. 

For the third night in a row he’d had to stay overtime at office, simply because someone else had been too lazy to finish their portion of work assigned to them.

Had it been any other day, he would have pulled through without feeling this level of annoyance. Any other week, he would not have complained; he liked working alone, when no one was around to disturb him and ask him stupid questions. But the fact that this was happening during the few days your schedule wasn’t as tight knit as usual, was really testing his patience.

He’d thought long and hard on whether he was being too dramatic about it, because it wasn’t like he never got to see you—your off days always had his name written on them—it was just that off-late he’d been wanting to see a lot more of you.

For him, dating you had started as a breezy ‘hmm I’ll see where this takes me, I’m not looking for anything serious’, but had quickly and quite irreversibly morphed into an intense whirlwind of ‘fuck, I might love her’ and at the end of six months it had rendered him dizzy. 

He didn’t know when exactly he’d started to crave more of your attention, but on days it overpowered his entire existence. He wasn't yet used to the out of the blue pangs of wanting to hug you until you fell asleep in his arms, but he loved the warm and fuzzy feeling thoughts like these left him with.

On most days he could prioritise his work over his neediness for you. Today though? Today had been one of those days, where it had served as a roadblock between what he had to do and what he really wanted to do. Instead of being in bed, cuddled with you, watching a cute coming of age movie, he had to stay back and redraw the anatomy for a new character because some of his peers were incompetent. 

Half an hour of brooding and a long silent walk later, he finally reached his building. On his last call you had already been yawning, so he assumed you were fast asleep and entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could… only to find you lying on the floor.

His heart dropped down to his stomach as the worst, most horrible thoughts of you being injured and unconscious and him being too late in taking you to the hospital clouded his mind.

His panic lasted only about 30 seconds though, until he switched on the lights and it unravelled a completely different story.

You were passed out on the floor alright, but because you’d fallen asleep cuddling with his cat. He didn’t see the cat because your back was facing the entrance. Louis had fit himself comfortably in the crevice of your concave form, lying curled up, snug next to your stomach and was using your arm as a pillow.

Ten’s heartbeat slowed down with the realisation that you were indeed alive and okay and he breathed in a sigh of relief, giggling fondly at the sight of you two sleeping so peacefully; completely unaware of his presence. 

He was kinda jealous of Louis, which was an insane thought, but he wanted in on what looked like a super cozy cuddle session.

Of course, he had to grab his phone and take some pictures first—how could he pass off this opportunity to stock up on some free serotonin. But as soon as he was done taking photos from every angle, he sat on the floor next to you, your back towards him, and rested his chin on your waist. It was a challenge to not kiss the sliver of skin peeking through, from between your shirt and boxers and an even bigger challenge to not wake you up.

He extended an arm to pet Louis, but the cat wasn’t having any of it. 

Within minutes Louis was out of sight and reach and it was just the two of you, on the cold floor. With no cat to disturb, his attention naturally wandered over to you. It was too tempting to not kiss your bare skin. Your hands were tucked under your head, like a makeshift pillow; sooner than later you were bound to get uncomfortable—it only made sense to wake you up. It was definitely not because you looked too cute and he couldn’t stand not being able to squish you. 

“Baby” he whispered softly, “Wake up.” 

You stirred at the sound of his voice, pushing your body towards him, but not really moving.

He had the widest grin plastered on his face, just looking at you. “Let’s go to bed, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

You hummed in response, too lethargic to actually move and also just a scat annoyed.

When he stroked your cheek, you shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming all over your body. His touch was electric. 

Feeling a bit smug about the reaction he just elicited out of you, he pulled your shirt up, just enough to expose your waist, and planted soft kisses alongside your ribs.

You squirmed with every kiss, until you were wide awake and sitting upright, fighting him off.

“Why why why” he giggled, as you pushed him away.

“Why!! Look at the tiiime.” You whined, not letting him have his way for the 800th time.

His face fell, “I know baby, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I was really sulky the whole time I was there and not here.”

“No, that does not make me feel better.” You replied, “I don’t want you to sulk when you’re working.”

“Ayee you can’t have both.” 

“Both what?”

“Be mad at me and not let me be mad at my work.”

“I’m not mad at you.” You pouted, crawling into his lap, “I just really missed you.”

There was something so soothing about your presence, something he couldn’t really explain. He held you tight and buried his head in the crook of your neck, taking in the faint vanilla-esque scent you naturally emanated. 

“I missed you too, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his brownish-blonde hair, your heart skipping beats every time you felt his hot breath on your skin. You weren’t one to feel ticklish easily at all, except for under his touch. It was a phenomenon that perplexed you too. So when he slipped his hand under your shirt, to feel your skin, you shivered again. 

He raised his head and gave you a knowing, smug smile.

God he was so infuriating with how attractive he looked when he smiled like that.

“You’re lucky you’re this cute.”

He grinned even wider. “Oh? What’s that? You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, I think you’re very cute. What of it?”

The cutest laugh escaped his lips and he cupped your face, “I think you’re cuter, now please kiss me.” 

He puckered his lips and in anticipation, closed his eyes, deliberately acting like a cringey young adult rom-com hero, but two could play that game, right?

You pecked him on his cheek instead. 

His dramatic reaction sent you into a fit of laughter and the whole time you were trying to contain yourself, he was gazing at you as if nothing else existed in his world, with the goofiest, most endearing smile on his face. 

He’d never told you he loved you—even though it’s all he’d thought about the past couple of days—partly because he was scared and partly because he didn’t want to scare you away. 

But the way you made his whole being melt into a mush of happiness, made him not want to hold it in anymore.

“Hey,” he interrupted your hysterics in a serious tone, causing you to stop and look at him. You couldn’t match the intensity in his eyes, but it sparked a wildfire at the pit of your stomach.

“I love you”

Did you hear that right? Did he say he loved you? 

“You what?”

“I love you.” 

You beamed ecstatically. “Good, ‘cuz I love you too.”

“Oh thank god” he exhaled in relief, but before he could finish that sentence you had him caught up in a long, sweet kiss that knocked the wind out of his lungs. 

In the dead of the night, you could only hear his soft moans as you bit and sucked on his lower lip. His hands wandered all over your body, grabbing and teasing you, while you focused on how he tasted like liquor and chocolate, without having any. 

Everything about him was intoxicating. 

“Let’s go in”, he signalled towards his room, when you finally parted away from him.

You looked delectable with your messy hair and slightly swollen lips. Ten wanted to devour you.

“Ohhhhh Mr. Lee why do you want to take me into your bedroom at 2:30 AM.. What are your intentions?” 

“To show you how much I love you.” he seduced, “Will you let me?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want, baby” you replied, getting up and holding your hand out to help him.

“I wonder what good deeds I did to have found you in my life.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards his room. “And I wonder the exact opposite.”

He gasped. “Is that how it is huh? I guess you’ll never find out how much I love you then.”

“Aww.” You chuckled, closing the distance between you, “It’s okay, I can show you right here how much I love you instead?”

“No, I can feel Louis looking at us and I’m not about to traumatise my son. So, I’m gonna give him some treats and be right in.”

“Fifteen minutes or I’m going to sleep.”

“I’ll take five.”

“You and I both know you need at least fifteen minutes with Louis.”

How does this woman know me so well, he thought to himself walking over to where his cat was perched. 

“What do you think, Louis? Did I do the right thing” Ten whispered, nuzzling his nose in the fluffy fur. 

Louis meowed.

“Yeah, I think so too. She’s really great isn’t she.” 

Louis meowed again, making him chuckle.

While pouring some dry food in the bowl for his cat he realised he actually hadn’t eaten anything since afternoon, yet he felt full… full of this happiness and a kind of contentment that he’d never experienced before. He cringed at this disgustingly sappy thought and made his way back to you, into the bedroom. 

You were sprawled on the bed, already asleep, not even having managed to get under the blanket.

“So cute”, he fondly murmured, as he got in bed too and encompassed you completely in a hug—his arms now wrapped around your waist and one leg overlapping both of yours.

You stirred, but he pulled you in closer,

“It’s okay, go back to sleep baby.”

He heard a little affirmative hum and you turned around to face him—eyes half closed—to give him a tiny peck on his lips and then hid your face in his chest. 

You started falling back into your world of dreams and he fell right in with you, following you through a field of daisies, admiring your beauty as the sun glowed on your face; just like he would if you were awake. And tell you a thousand times over how beautiful he thought you were and love you and kiss you until you fell right back into his arms at the end of every night. 

There was something so sweet about that feeling, it made you smile and you thought yeah… it seemed like a good way to spend the rest of your life.

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[detectivejay-chuckles-halstead]

Hello Again // Pt 3 // Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: You and Jay bond over a mutual understanding while you figure yourself out. 

Words: 3708

Warnings: Domestic Violence, PTSD, Anxiety

Pairing: Jay x Reader

A/N: Thank you all for the continued support. It’s hard for me to write this seeing as it hits a little too close to home. But I do it 1) to help me process it and 2) to bring awareness to the struggles of domestic violence. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter. 

Part 1   Part 2

The weekend went smooth, Jay having switched out with Kim on Saturday night and Hailey taking over Sunday. You weren't expecting Jay until Monday night, but you'd mentioned having to change forms at Blake's school. Which is why he was waiting outside with a McDonald's bag for both you and Blake. 

"Jay!" Blake called out when he saw the man, running to him and giving him a hug. 

"Hey, buddy. I got you breakfast," he told the boy, handing him his McDonald's bag. He stood up, opening the backdoor of his truck to let Blake climb in. You relaxed as he shut the door, letting him take you in his arms. "You feeling okay? Heard it was a rough weekend."

"I'm doing okay. Just figuring out next steps. I know I shouldn't but-" He cut you off. 

"It's okay to make plans, Y/N. I'd be worried if you weren't. Plus, you're stuck with me all day. Food?" You laughed as you took the bag before he helped you in the truck. 

Blake spent the drive in a mix of eating and talking Jay's ear off. It definitely hadn't been a smooth weekend, but Blake seemed to be taking it in strides compared to you. He'd told him about the social worker and the nice doctor at the hospital. 

Dr Charles had spoken to you before you'd left that day, suggesting both you and Blake made appointments. You were more than considering it, already figuring out scheduling with his office. It seemed like a good idea. He’d told you that it didn’t seem like Blake really had any severe lasting effects aside from anxiety -- which he assured was a good thing, that it could have been much worse. It still made you feel like a horrible parent. Dr Charles had really stressed the importance of you coming to see him, though. With your anxiety and panic attacks, the lasting physical trauma as well as the emotional. You weren’t going to deny that you were struggling even after just a few days after leaving Jason. 

“Can you come in with me?” you asked Jay softly as he neared the school. His response was just reaching over and taking your hand in his own, giving you that silent confirmation that he wasn’t going anywhere. You allowed some of the tension to drop out of your shoulders. Already, doing this was going to be a bit easier with Jay next to you. 

“You ready, buddy?” Jay asked your son, looking at Blake in the rearview mirror as soon as the truck was in park 

“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. The three of you got out of the car, Jay’s hand brushing yours as you walked. You decided to take a move, albeit a small one, linking your pinky with his. As much as you wanted to see his reaction, you kept looking ahead. If you were being honest, you were scared. But you knew that was okay, feeling his pinky tighten just enough to keep a hold.

The two of you walked Blake to his classroom before going to the front office. 

“Hello, Mrs Franklin,” Patricia the office assistant greeted with a smile. “And who do you have with you today?”

“I’m actually here to change Blake’s emergency contact paperwork. Jason and I are splitting,” you informed her. Jay’s hand came to rest on your lower back. “I need to take Jason off the paperwork, as well as remove him as an authorized guardian to take Blake off school property. And I need to add Jay here in his place.”

“Okay, let me grab that paperwork,” she agreed, getting up and walking to the filing cabinet. You were startled when Jay leaned in, mouth next to your ear. 

“What are you doing?” he whispered, hand still resting on your back. 

“You’re his father, Jay,” you reminded him. “And I know we haven’t talked about how much you want to be involved, but you have as much of the right to be on that paperwork as I do. I wasn’t planning on doing it today, just taking Jason off. But...you were here.” You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as he nodded in agreement. 

“The two of you just need to fill out this paperwork,” Patricia told the two of you, handing over a clipboard. 

“I should let you know…” But Jay didn’t let you get it out before he grabbed it from Patricia, looking between you and the paperwork. “I was going to tell you before you grabbed the paperwork,” you sighed. 

“You could have told me days ago that his name is Blake Halstead,” he reminded you. It was true, but you were already so scared he was going to run. 

“Can we just...do this paperwork?” He nodded, focusing his attention on the paperwork. There really wasn’t anything for you to fill out besides your agreement signature. 

“Here you go,” Jay told Patricia, handing her the clipboard. “Could you also do us a favor?” The older woman nodded in agreement. “If Jason shows up here at all, give me a call.” He handed her his card, getting a nod as she slid it in Blake’s file. The two of you walked out of the school, and you couldn’t help but be a bit tense. You weren’t sure how upset Jay was about the revelation. Over the past three years, you’d learned to think that every argument, every disagreement, every silent treatment, every screaming match would turn nuclear. It was ingrained in your head that violence could happen at the drop of a hat. 

-----

Things seemed to be going well. The two of you had gotten married less than a month ago; the honeymoon phase of your relationship was still in full effect. Jason seemed to love Blake like he was his own. That was all you could ever ask for, hope for. And he treated you like you were his world. 

“What’s this?” he asked you one night as you were laid out on the couch, Blake having already gone to bed. You were engrossed in a book, so you didn’t look up. “I asked you, what is this?” he asked again, grabbing your book and holding up a cocktail napkin. 

“Some guy slipped me his number last week. I was gonna throw it away when I did laundry tomorrow,” you answered as you sat up, not sure why he was making a big deal out of it. 

“Did you call him?” Jason then followed up with. There was no way he was getting jealous was there? He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, right?

“Of course not, Jason. I love you. Nobody else,” you assured him, standing up and cupping his cheek. He backed up, balling up the napkin and tossing it on the floor. “Why are you making this such a big deal?”

“You’re the one with some random guy’s phone number!” he corrected. All you saw in his eyes was rage before you felt the sting on your cheek, tears coming to your eyes. You were too shocked to do anything besides look at the floor where your eyes landed after the impact. If only you’d known then that it was only going to be the first time, not even close to the last. 

-----

“You do this thing where you space out,” Jay mentioned, rousing you again, You hadn’t realized you’d leaned your head on the window, staring out at the traffic, too lost in your own thoughts. “Talk to me, please?”

“Dr Charles said the same thing the other day,” you mumbled, continuing to watch the cars go by as he drove. You weren’t sure where you were at or where you were going. The only thing you did know was that you were safe as long as Jay was there. “He said he thinks it’s me disassociating as a coping mechanism.”

“Do you remember when we first met, how much of a mess I was?” You nodded, feeling his hand on yours. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get more of your attention or if it was just a comforting thing for him. He’d always been a touchy kind of guy. “Disassociating is very common in PTSD.”

“I don’t have PTSD, Jay,” you corrected, glancing over at him, seeing him perplexed. You weren’t sure why though, eyes back out the window. “You have a reason to have PTSD, a war you fought in. I don’t.”

“It’s not called Shell Shock anymore for a reason, Y/N. Anybody can get PTSD. You lived -- more or less -- in a hostage situation for the past three years. I may not know exactly what you went through, or those feelings. But I am here for you. I understand the anxiety and the triggers and the flashbacks. Even if you aren’t experiencing them, or if you don’t realize you are. You have somebody here who understands.” You squeezed his hand, the neighborhood beginning to look very familiar. 

“Why are we here?” you asked, breath catching in your throat. 

Your heart started pounding in your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You didn’t feel the truck stop, breaths shallow and fast as you gripped his hand like a vise. You weren’t supposed to be here. Jay had promised...You never had to go back. Never. That’s why you left. Thoughts swirled in your head, not able to pick out just one. You felt his hands on you, felt him turn your head to look at him. 

“Y/N, look at me,” he instructed, but it sounded like you were underwater, blood rushing in your ears. “Look at me. Focus on me.” His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you back just enough to focus. Not enough to calm down though. “He’s not here. My team has made sure of it.” 

You tried listening, but all you could see was Jason. He was going to be inside. You knew it. He was going to be inside, and he was going to kill you.

“Do you trust me?” Jay then asked. That was a loaded question. Of course you trusted him. It was Jason you didn’t trust. You just nodded, not trusting your voice. “We’re going to go inside. You’re going to pack whatever you need or want to take. And then we’re going to go back to the apartment. Ruzek and Kim are tailing Jason right now. They’ll let me know if he heads this way. You’re safe. I promise. Just breathe with me. You’re safe.” 

He began doing a deep breathing exercise which you mimicked the best you could, finally feeling like your chest wasn’t collapsing in on itself. Your heart was still racing. You were still terrified. But Jay knew what he was talking about. Right? The two of you sat there, staring at each other, breathing for another five minutes before he led you inside. 

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“Jay,” you mumbled as you felt him roughly roll onto his side. 

The two of you had been sharing a bed for a month. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken you up, but it was the first time he didn’t wake himself up. His leg brushed against yours as you heard him mumble something before letting out a choked out sob.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The two of you had gone to bed early for once, falling asleep just holding each other. He’d had a rough day, but didn’t want to talk about it. You couldn’t blame him though. From what little he’d told you, it was obvious that whatever had happened while he was in Afghanistan was...horrible. He’d bunched the pillow up, holding onto it. You could see a look of discomfort on his face. Or maybe it was fear. It was hard to tell while he was asleep. 

“Jay,” you said again, a little more forcefully as your hand came down on his shoulder. 

His eyes shot open. It was easy to tell he didn’t know he was safe, that he was in your apartment as he reached out to grab your wrist. You quickly pulled away though. 

“Jay!” He blinked a few times, tears on his cheeks that you didn’t recognize sooner. “You’re okay,” you assured him as he ran a hand across his face. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” he answered as he got up, stretching out his shoulders. You’d seen his scars, knew that he’d been through a lot. He paced the bedroom, but didn’t venture further before joining you in bed again. He leaned into you, your arm draping over his shoulders. 

“I know we really don’t know each other that well,” you told him softly, kissing the top of his head. “But I do care about you. And if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

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You thought since you’d gone to Jay, that you would never be back here. But that was a pipe-dream, Jay being the one to drag you back. Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the front door. There was glass shattered on the floor, crunching under your shoes as you walked. 

“I don’t want to take much, Jay,” you told him softly, trying to keep it together. “Some of my clothes. Some of Blake’s. His favorite toys. Pictures…” You trailed off as you stared at the dent in the wall in the living room. It felt like you were walking back into your own personal Hell. You couldn’t keep the images from flashing in your mind. Every time he hit you. Every time your blood stained the floor, down on your hands and knees trying to get the stain out before Blake could see. Jay’s hand came down lightly on your lower back, grounding you again. 

“You’re safe,” he reassured as you walked into your bedroom, grabbing the suitcase out of the closet. You didn’t pack much, just the essentials. Your favorites. Everything else could be replaced. 

“Blake...His baby book is on the top shelf in the closet. There’s also...There’s a shoebox of pictures. Could you…?” Jay nodded, moving that way as you kept packing, filling just the one suitcase. Honestly, you just wanted a fresh start. 

You put the suitcase in the hallway, moving to Blake’s room. Jay left the box and book on top of your suitcase, following you. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Just having him there was more than you could ask for. There was a second suitcase in the hall closet that you grabbed, taking it with you. You tried to pack as many clothes and toys as you could, focusing mostly on his favorite stuff. Even though you knew it could be replaced, he was nine. Things didn’t make as much sense to him. 

“We need to be leaving soon,” Jay said as you were finishing up. You couldn’t help but chew on your bottom lip, nodding in agreement. Jay grabbed the suitcases as you grabbed the pictures. 

“Wait,” you told him. You walked back into the dining room, slipping your wedding ring off and putting it on the table before following Jay out to the truck. Once you were situated, on the way back to the apartment, you looked at him. “Thank you.”

“It was Hailey’s idea. I was just the personal bodyguard.” That got you to laugh. “I missed your laugh. Your smile,” he admitted a little softer, turning his attention back to the road. 

“You know, we really haven’t just talked,” you mentioned. “When we get back, can we just talk? Catch up? Like old friends?”

“Of course.”

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The two of you were on the couch, your feet propped up on his lap as he flipped through Blake’s baby book. You’d been home for a few hours, still having a ways to go until Blake needed to be picked up. It was only natural that the conversation gravitated towards your son. 

“He was a cute baby,” Jay said, enamored by the pictures. “He’s still a cute kid, but…”

“But you missed out on him being a baby. You’re allowed to be upset,” you reminded him with a sigh, knowing you were the reason he missed out. “I want to tell Blake today.”

“Tell him? That I’m his dad?” Jay asked, apparently needing further explanation as to what you were saying. 

“Yes, Jay. That you’re his dad. Just...with everything with Jason. And with you wanting to be in his life. I don’t need him any more confused than he needs to be. I don’t want him thinking that you’re just one of his Mom’s friends who spends time with him. He deserves to know you. And you deserve to know your son,” you explained. 

This was the chance for Blake to have at least one stable parent in his life. Even if it wasn’t you. And that was okay, because you could do this for him. All you ever wanted was to be the best mom you could be. Jay nodded in agreement, putting the book to the side before looking at you with a serious look.

“I don’t like that look, Jay,” you told him, getting him to crack a smile which made you feel better. 

“I want to talk about what happened in the truck.” You just shook your head, sitting up and planting your feet on the ground. “It’s hard. I know. But you really need to talk about these things.”

“Like how you talked about it?”

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Jay seemed to be enjoying your company. But it seemed like he enjoyed working as the bouncer even more. A group of guys that you recognized as semi-regulars had been getting rowdy. You’d told them to either cool it or to leave, which they did neither. Why would they? They were having a good time. 

“Jay, can you handle them please?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before going back to serving the patrons who weren’t hammered. He nodded, heading towards the group. You could vaguely make out what he was saying, not paying any attention. Until glass broke and fists were flying. 

“Think you’re such a tough guy, huh?” one of the larger men spat at Jay, throwing another punch. You grabbed the phone, calling 911 as you yelled at them to get out of your bar. He and Jay continued to scuffle until the cops got there, putting them both in cuffs. 

“Hey, no!” you told them, walking over before they had the chance to get Jay out to the patrol car. “This one’s my bouncer. He didn’t do anything wrong?” The cop asked a few questions before undoing Jay’s cuffs. 

You let your bartender continue the night as you helped Jay upstairs, the man wincing with each step. You could see the beginnings of a black eye, an obvious busted lip and a cut along his cheekbone and eyebrow. What worried you was how he protectively crossed his arm over his chest, not sure if it was his arm bothering him or his ribs. 

“What were you thinking, Jay?” you asked as you sat him down on the couch, going to get the first aid kit. When you came back in, he’d lit a cigarette. “You can have one later.” He grumbled but let you help him out of his shirt. 

“I could have taken him,” he assured, but you just shook your head as you cleaned up his cuts, trying to figure out if he needed stitches or not. 

“He was kicking your ass, babe. I kinda like you in one piece.”

-----

“I’m the first to admit that I didn’t handle my PTSD very well back then. But I was just trying to get a handle on it. I wished I had somebody there who understood what I went through, who understood what it was like to struggle like I was. I love you, but back then…” He shook his head. “Back then, you were my distraction from it all. You let me just push it down. And in the end, I ended up breaking. I don’t want you to get to that point. So please? Talk to me?” You knew his intentions were good. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to take me there today, Jay. You’d promised me that I never had to go back, and then you just threw it on me,” you admitted. “And I was terrified. It didn’t matter how much you tried telling me that he wasn’t there, I was sure he was.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you before-hand, made sure you were okay with the plan. But we had a small window of opportunity today.” You nodded.

“All those times you catch me disassociating...I’m lost in memories. They were always my escape with Jason, just retreating into my own mind. The good. The bad…I don’t want to say it helps me process, because I’m not. It…”

“I get it,” he assured, cutting you off, ensuring you knew you didn’t have to explain. “In Afghanistan...and afterward, I did the same thing. I’d think of my brother, my mom, my friends. I’d think of Chicago. Home. Because then my mind was focusing on something else. Anything else.” 

“I’m broken, Jay,” you admitted, not sure if you had it in you to cry anymore. You’d done so much crying over the past three days, not sure if you had any tears left. “He broke me.” Jay didn’t say anything, pulling you to his chest as you clutched his shirt. 

“You’re not broken,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as he leaned back on the couch, bringing you with him. 

“No. I am,” you insisted, feeling his hands rub along your back gently. “Nobody will...Nobody will see me the same way. Nobody will love me like this.”

“You’re not broken,” he told you again, holding you a little tighter. “You’re the same amazing person I met ten years ago. You’re a little lost and scared. But you are far from broken.” The two of you sat in silence a little longer before he spoke again. “I still love you.”

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Drakken looked around the outdoor skating rink with a grimace, the corner of his mouth twitching as he watched the spirals of skaters. A number of people and children orbited near the outside edges of the rink, where guard rails were set up to aid the less confident and less experienced. The center of the rink held the bold, who were getting away with as many tricks and stunts as the rules would allow. And the vast majority of people, the average skaters, moved casually in the space between the other two groups.

Drakken wondered if he would get dizzy watching too long, and if it could give him an excuse to get out of the activity. But a tug at the bottom of his shirt heralded Shego's insistence, so he withheld a groan as he turned to where she was already seated on a bench outside the rink, pulling off her shoes to put on the rented skates. Drakken sat beside her to do the same, but he was aware of her critical eye on his face.

"Look, you're the one who wanted to do the whole...normal couple dating thing," Shego said. "And we did your nerdy movie last weekend."

"It was a drive-in," Drakken grumbled. "Why does anyone actually go to a drive-in..."

He didn't miss Shego's blush, and considering that very little of the movie had been seen with all of the other activities they had gotten up to throughout its duration, he didn't think she had room to complain. Nevertheless, her date choice for that weekend was...

"Roller skating will be fun," Shego said flatly.

"Oh you sound very enthused," Drakken retorted.

"Look, I just want to do it, okay?" Shego bit back.

Drakken grumbled to himself as he started pulling off his shoes, taking another look at their surroundings. The blue of the sky had begun to give way to the piercing gold of the summer sunset, and he wondered how long it would be until the massive light poles surrounding the rink would be turned on. There were also large strings of lights hung between the trees around the rink that crossed over the top, no doubt to provide a certain ambience once the sun went down.

He couldn't deny that the idea had an element of romance to it...though it couldn't compare to breaking multiple public indecency laws in the back of the hover-car. It was less the roller skating itself that had him hesitant, but rather...

"Why?" he asked, turning back to Shego. She was finishing knotting her laces atop the skates, and he followed the line of her green legs up past her knees to the short denim shorts she wore. She had already taken off her cropped black linen jacket and tied it around her waist, the green tank top underneath bringing out the natural beauty of her vibrant eyes.

Drakken glanced at his own attire as he bent over to tie his skates: dark blue athletic shorts he'd dug out of his closet that felt far too short for the times, being several inches above his knee, and a very old light blue shirt with small rainbow accents on the collar, sleeves, and hem, of which he'd already undone three buttons due to the July heat. He was sure he looked ridiculous, especially considering the way his flower had seemed to laugh at him in the mirror after he dressed. But they were going to be outdoors for hours, engaged in a different physical activity than the one he had been hoping for, so...he had dressed for it. Shego had seemed pleased at least.

"Just something I wanted to try, will you lay off?" Shego griped in answer to his question. As she stood from the bench and put on her finger-less gloves she smirked at him. "What are you, chicken?"

Drakken frowned. "I happen to be very good at roller skating, thank you very much!"

Shego's eyes widened. For a moment she had no response, and as Drakken adjusted his own gloves and rose from the bench, recalling the feel of extra weight on his feet, he wished the gloves weren't necessary so he could feel more of Shego's hand in his. He wrapped his fingers around hers as they moved toward one of the entrances to the rink, and he was surprised by the slight wobble to her initial movements.

"Then...why didn't you want to do this?" was Shego's incredulous question as they stood at the break in the fence.

Drakken hesitated, watching the other skaters both for safety and in reminiscence. He led them out onto the rink slowly, keeping near the rails so they could move at a more leisurely pace. If Shego wanted to do more, he would wait for her cue.

"I just got tired of skating alone, all right!" he bit out quietly, battling the unpleasant memories and trying to focus on the present. He easily slipped back into the familiar activity, and Shego at his side was a very pleasant change from the past.

"...What do you mean?" Shego asked after a moment, looking up at him curiously. He watched her push her hair over her shoulder, holding his gaze and seeming nothing but genuinely interested as she waited for a response. Finally, Drakken sighed.

"As a child I would roller skate alone in the street outside our home. No one ever wanted to play with me, even when mother bought me a basketball hoop." He quirked a smile. "I can do a slam dunk on roller skates."

Shego pushed his side in a light shove with their joined hands, grinning. "Sure you can."

"And in college... When a mixer was planned at the local roller rink, I was thrilled at the opportunity. Finally, a social event where I would fit in. But..."

They had skated around the back of the rink, and they both lifted their free hands to shield their eyes from the sun until they rounded the curve. The sun was hot at Drakken's back, and he reached up to undo another button on his shirt.

"But?" Shego pressed gently.

"...No one noticed me anyway. I was still a third, fifth, even eleventh wheel. The only time anyone ever sought my company was for...help with their homework, or studying for an exam. It was all I was good for. Shego..."

He spun to face her, rolling backwards and taking both of her hands in his. Her expression was still open and curious—so unlike the mocking and sarcasm he had grown used to over the years of trying to deny his feelings for her.

"Go on," she said quietly, her fingers rubbing his gently.

He thought over other memories that were bubbling up, of being the one left out of inside-jokes and not invited to after-parties when the college mixers had ended. And skating skillfully and impressively around a brightly lit rink, the disco ball casting glittery flashes over his tricks which he had done for hours hoping for any attention, only to receive none at all.

"Never-mind," he said bitterly, glancing away.

As they neared the next curve Shego took a lead in their path and brought them over to the railing near the entrance.

"I've never skated before," she said plainly.

Drakken's brow furrowed.

"What?"

Shego shrugged. "I've never skated before."

Drakken thought of her very slight wobble as they had first started toward the rink, but other than that she had seemed every bit the experienced skater as he. He shook his head lightly in confusion.

"I don't...understand."

Shego's fingers rubbed his palms absently as her gaze fell.

"We didn't really have enough money for things like bikes or skates, even after the comet. Global Justice taking what little we did have, you know... When I was about thirteen, one of the girls at school was having a skating party for her birthday and I was invited. But right as my mother and I arrived at the rink, Team Go got a call. The party was over when we got back, and...there was never really time for things like skating after that anyway. Especially not after we lost our parents."

Shego shrugged again.

"This always looked like fun when I was a kid. I just wanted to try it."

Drakken considered what Shego had said, and what she had previously told him about her restrictive past due to the misguided organization that had taken charge of the child heroes. As a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face, he focused back on the present.

"But you've been skating just fine?" he asked in perplexity, remembering her initial statement.

Shego gave a small grin. "Not much of a challenge compared to rocket skates and hover-boarding."

Drakken grimaced and wiped his brow, unfastening another button of his shirt as the sun heated his skin.

"...You're more than halfway, you might as well finish that," Shego said.

"What?" Drakken asked, blinking in confusion.

Shego's cheeks were slightly pink, and she nodded meaningfully at his loose shirt. His brow rose as his face colored in response, but he dutifully finished unbuttoning the shirt, waving one side of it back and forth to fan himself briefly.

"So...how about these tricks?" Shego asked, moving off of the wall and pulling him back out onto the rink. "Maybe they have a basketball hoop around here they could roll out."

Drakken smirked and let go of her hand, skating quickly ahead and spinning around to face her when he was about ten feet away. Shego's confusion faded to laughter as Drakken's flower emerged on its vine, wrapping around her waist several times and pulling her to him.

"Not sure what this has to do with roller skating...whoa!"

Shego thrust her arms out for balance as the vine suddenly unraveled, spinning her away from Drakken in circles as he skated broadly around her, catching her hand just as the flower released her. He then spun her back into his arms and dipped her over his knee, grinning cockily down into her eyes. Shego's return smirk caused him to blush.

"I've...never actually gotten to try that one before," he said shyly. "Modified now of course, with Flower—"

Shego set a finger over his lips as she chuckled in response and puckered her own meaningfully. But as Drakken leaned down to kiss her, his flower was suddenly in between their faces.

"Flower..." Drakken muttered in annoyance.

The vibrant bloom made a quick loop in the air with its vine and then hovered over Drakken's shoulder, seeming to watch him.

"I think it wants to skate too," Shego said with a grin.

Drakken righted them, setting an arm around Shego's waist as the flower did another loop before moving around to rest on her shoulder. Shego laughed.

"And do tricks, apparently," she continued, raising her brow at Drakken.

He blushed, the color in his cheeks only deepening as Shego's arm snaked around his waist while her other hand crossed his body to find his free one, then lacing their fingers together.

"Well..." Drakken said as they began skating slowly around the polished surface again, hip to hip. "The rink doesn't close until eleven..."

Shego grinned. "Plenty of time. And later, if you want..."

Drakken perked up.

"...If we take out the security cameras, we could defile this place like we did the drive-in last weekend."

Drakken felt a rush, but also a pang of nerves as he considered how wholly exposed the rink would be, cameras or not.

"...Or a secluded park bench," Shego suggested, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Drakken looked down to where their feet moved in unison, cutting perfectly symmetrical lines down the side of the skating rink. He brought his eyes up to her face where she was grinning at him.

"How about some new memories, first?"

She leaned up and kissed his jaw softly in response.  And Drakken knew the heat in his face in that moment had nothing to do with the sun.

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[stevesnailbat]

never would have known | steve harrington x henderson!reader

REQUESTS USED:

Can I please have a Henderson reader x Steve Harrington where she has been friends with Steve since season 2 and he realizes he's in love with her, confesses his feelings and they get kind of intense/smutty? If you could do that, that would be awesome!!

i has this idea what if Dustin older sister was a rock and roll edgy kind of gal also a baddie. The point is Steve has seen her around in high school because she was a big deal when it comes to fighting and after high school he gets the crushies for her I hope you like that request !❤️

warnings: a little angsty I guess?, kinda steamy at the end

word count: 2.2K

a/n: this took forever so i’m sorry for the first requester mentioned since you requested a while ago, but it’s here! enjoy!

When Steve was falling in love with Dustin’s sister, it took him a while to realize it. It wasn’t an instantaneous, love at first sight type of thing that some people get. But more of something that happened so slowly at first, then it was something that happened to hit him with full force towards the end.

She had been pining after him for so long and was so close to giving up. He had only seen her as one of the kids or as another “nerd” that was associated with the party, she thought she was nothing more than a good, younger friend to him. Her hope had diminished when he got a job at Scoops Ahoy! because of his constant flirtation with any girl that would come in, which was egged on by Robin immensely. Every once in a while, she’d want to give up on him loving her. But then, he’d come in with a sweet comment or caring touch that would make her break again. To her, it seemed like a vicious cycle that would never stop.

To him, it seemed like she didn’t want him, so he kept his distance. Y/N was someone who would speak her mind typically, she wouldn’t let her feelings go unsaid for the most part. In school, he always saw her sticking up for herself or being the bold one to call other girls out. It was intimidating to Steve, but he knew that she would always speak her mind. It was different with him, though. She was scared of the feelings she felt for him, so her bold personality seemed to diminish into something smaller, sometime more timid when with him.

It was a rainy Friday afternoon in June when Steve finally came to his senses. He had picked up Dustin and Y/N from their house and they were on their way towards Indianapolis. Dustin had claimed that there was a comic store downtown and it was the only one in the state that carried a limited edition comic book he had been saving up for. Steve was hesitant at first, but was guilted into it by a very convincing and dramatic Dustin.

Y/N was in the passenger seat with her feet on the dashboard, watching raindrops as they rolled down the window. She seemed to be in her own little world when Steve looked over at her, humming along to the music from the radio.

“Can we stop and get food before we get there?” she asked abruptly.

“No.” Steve replied, glancing over at her to see her shocked expression. “It’s already an hour and a half drive one way, I don’t want this to take longer than it has to.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s just gonna take a second, we can go through a drive-thru or something!” she retorted, looking to Dustin for backup but only getting a shrug in return.

“You should’ve eaten or something before!” he suggested, rolling his eyes at her response. “I don’t want this to be a long ass trip for no reason, Henderson.”

With that, she fell silent. She hated when he called her that, it made her feel like she was nothing more than one of the kids to him. To her, it seemed like he was trying to rub the fact that he didn’t feel the same about her in her face. Dustin and Steve could sense her change in mood as she shifted towards the window, it was obvious there was something more than not getting food on her mind in that moment.

Steve was tempted to make another snide remark about it, but the upset look on her face was already making him feel bad enough. He made eye contact with Dustin through the rear-view mirror, seeing the perplexed and somewhat sympathetic look on his face through the reflection. It was weird for Dustin to see his typically outgoing sister clam up so much, but he knew what was happening; he just wanted to wait for Steve to catch on by himself.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Steve decided to cave. Once they were close to the shop, he pulled into a McDonald’s and went towards the drive-thru. The look on Y/N’s face didn’t falter, though, as they pulled through. Steve didn’t bother to ask her what she wanted, he knew exactly what she wanted from the many times the three of them had been through a McDonald’s drive-thru together. Dustin chimed in at one point to add another sandwich to his order, but Y/N stayed silent still.

She slowly ate the ice cream he handed her after mumbling a small ‘thank you’ to him, trying to seem as disinterested as he seemed to be. In reality, he was desperately trying to stay calm even though he wanted to tell her how he really felt.

Dustin rushed into the comic store once Steve stopped, promising he’d be out in ten minutes even though Steve and Y/N knew better than that. The two of them were left alone, only the sound of the radio and the crinkling fast food bag filling the silence. Steve looked over at her momentarily, seeing that she still wore the same sad expression on her face.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Steve asked shyly, trying to fill the desperate silence.

“Nothing exciting, probably staying home with D.” she remarked, a small, bittersweet smile playing on her lip for half a second. “What are your plans?”

“My plans?” he asked, the thought of him going on a date the next day with another girl had slipped his mind before he asked his own question. “Oh, nothing exciting.”

“That’s a lie.” she said bluntly, rolling her eyes at his apparent nervousness. “What are you actually doing this weekend?”

“I—I’m going on a date tonight.” he said, staring at the steering wheel as he spoke. “With Veronica Mitchell.”

“Oh.” she said, trying to hide her hurt behind a tone of carelessness. “She’s fun. I’m sure you’ll have a great night, Harrington.”

Steve felt the words she said begin to sound malicious towards the end of her sentence, her true feeling of annoyance apparent in her voice. He gave her a remorseful smile as she turned her focus back to the fry container in her lap, picking at the ones that were left. Dustin came back soon after, rambling about the new comic book as soon as he got into the car again. His excitement filled the previously silent car on the ride home, but both Y/N and Steve were distracted with thoughts of each other.

That night was no different than any other for Y/N. She was doing exactly what she had told Steve. Sure, it felt a little lame to be sitting on her little brother’s bedroom floor writing down songs for a mixtape for herself, but it was always enjoyable.

“How about Rock You Like a Hurricane? You like that one, don’t you?” Dustin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, but I put that on the last one I made! I can’t keep doing the—“ she started, but was cut off by the phone ringing in the living room.

Dustin ran to the phone before she could even get up from the floor, as if he was waiting for a phone call. She got up from her spot on the floor and walked towards the living room, hearing her brother talk excitedly. There was no doubt that he was talking to one of the boys from the party and that they were probably inviting him to do something nerdy. She just hoped she didn’t have to be the one to take him. He hung up quickly after getting on the line, a grin on his face as he walked away and back towards his bedroom.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” she asked, an amused smirk on her face.

“Mike’s! Important shit happening over there, I gotta go now. I’ll ride my bike.” he said, throwing a few things around his room as he packed a backpack.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just be here all alone then.” she joked, making Dustin roll his eyes at her guilt trip.

“Whatever, have fun! On the bright side, you can listen to your rock shit as loud as your little heart desires, since Mom’s out for the night.” Dustin remarked, making her roll her eyes at his response this time as he quickly made his way to the door.

It was a matter of seconds before Y/N was alone in the house, letting out an annoyed sigh at the thought. She was afraid to be alone that night, mainly because she was afraid to be alone with her thoughts and feelings about Steve. So, she did just as Dustin had said, putting her music on as loud as she wanted to drone her thoughts out.

She only heard the knock on the door when the mixtape was between songs, making her stop in her tracks. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so it put her a little on edge. But, she went toward the door anyways because the knocking was incessant. Who she saw in the peephole was not who she expected to see, but it was the person who made her heart flutter the moment she saw. She opened the door hesitantly, hoping he wasn’t there for Dustin.

“Y/N, hey!” he said immediately, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “I—uh—“

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date, Harrington?” she replied bluntly, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah—Yeah, about that.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at himself. “I decided not to go.”

“And why’s that?” she implored as she crossed her arms, not letting him into the house just yet.

“Because it felt so wrong, I—I don’t like Veronica Mitchell. I don’t really know why I even asked her out—I’m stupid for doing it and—“

“What’s the point of this? Did you come here to tell me that your standards are too high or do you have something else you needed?”

“Well, I mean. I guess I’m not here to say that specifically. But yeah, my standards are too high.” he responded, earning no response from her as she stood there with a confused look on her face. “Fuck it. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been oblivious to the fact that I’ve liked you this whole time and that I’ve just been distracting myself from my feelings up until now.”

“Shut up, Steve.” she scoffed, waiting for him to crack a smile and tell her it was some twisted joke. “You can’t be serious.”

“But I am! I really realized that I liked you when we were in the car talking about my date today, I realized that I was so oblivious to myself up until now. If I wouldn’t have seen you so get so—so holed up about me talking about the date with Veronica, I would’ve never known how I really felt.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” she replied, feeling impatient as he rambled on.

“I’m talking about you! I like you! I’ve been too afraid to tell you this whole time.” he exclaimed, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“I don’t believe you.” she said bluntly, rolling her eyes.

“Oh you don’t?” he laughed.

“No! I don’t know how wouldn’t have noticed how I’ve been pining after you for so damn long if you’ve also liked me.” she replied matter-of-factly. “There’s no fucking way! I—I clam up around you, I’m a different person! I’m normally the most confident person when it comes to how I feel and I’m not afraid to fight for what’s right, but with you—with you, it feels different. I become the shyest girl ever when I’m around you.”

“You really don’t believe me?”

“No, Steve. I think this is some sick joke you decided to play on me.”

“Really?” he asked with more sincerity in his voice than before, the look on his face showing his remorse for the way he’d treated her before.

“Yes.” she said, feeling like the conversation was going nowhere. “So unless you’re here to do something about it, I’m gonna go back—“

Before she could finish her thought, Steve’s hand grazed her cheek. There was no aggression or lust in his touch, it was pure and gentle. She felt her breath hitch as she cut herself off, looking up into his eyes. She couldn’t help but get lost in them as she noticed a glint of adoration in them. Without thinking her actions through, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. She shut the door behind him and leaned against it, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him into a gentle kiss.

It was a short and sweet kiss, but the ones that followed were not so short. Their bodies flooded with desire as their lips collided, both realizing what they had been missing because of their stubbornness. The heat of the moment built up quickly, as neither of them wanted to move away from the kiss.

“Steve—Steve.” she said quickly after pulling away for a moment.

“What? Did I do something?” Steve asked, eyes going wide as he moved his hands from where they sat on her waist.

“No, no you didn’t do anything wrong.” she laughed, cupping his cheek as he sighed in relief. “Do you want to continue this in my room?”

“I—uh—yeah! I mean, if you want to.” he replied, smiling down at her nervously.

“Just come on.” she giggled, leading him towards her room for what she knew would be a long night.

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[myglogic]

Priceless | Bang Chan | 07

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Pairing: rich kid! Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x female reader

Genre: Crime, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Word Count: 4,1k

Summary: You and Chan go on another gala in Busan but this time you are a team and have mission.

DISCLAIMER:  Everything in this fanfic is fiction - that includes Chan’s fictional  father who of course does not represent Chan’s real father! ♥

After searching through Kevin Bang’s office, you didn’t find any useful information. For now. Chan said that he did contact his friend Hyunjin, so he could hack his father’s pc and find more information, perhaps even in the dark web.

This time you were driving to Hyunjin’s house who lived in the outskirts of Seoul in a rather shady area. You had to admit that the high and old apartment buildings did seem to fit a hacker.

“This friend of yours… is he that good?”, you asked Chan, once again sitting in his Tesla while he was parking the car. You just hoped that he wouldn’t get robbed here.

“He’s the best. In high school he hacked into the school system and changed his grades. He was a total badass.”, Chan told you while stopping the car.

You looked around and the area did make you feel uncomfortable somehow. “And he still does this hacking thing for a living?”

Chan shook his head. “No, he’s a computer engineer now. He only hacks things if it’s necessary. Things like our problem here.”, he told you. He then got out of the car and opened your door too. “He isn’t that shady. Don’t worry.”

Before you knew it, you arrived at Hyunjin’s apartment. You could see that he lived alone. Cup noodles and soda cans everywhere. But what you didn’t expect was seeing such a handsome man in front of you. You were staring at him with your mouth agape. When Chan mentioned that he was a hacker, you expected someone… shabby looking? Not this dark-haired beauty model.

“Hi, Chan! And Chan’s friend. Sorry, I couldn’t really clean up. Want anything to drink?”, Hyunjin offered to you.

Chan noticed you staring and rolled his eyes. “We’re fine. Here is the USB with all the information I got.”, Chan answered and gave him the USB stick. “You can stop staring at him now.”, Chan then whispered to you.

You started blushing. “What? I’m not staring.”, you hissed at him.

“I don’t think so.”, Chan smirked at your reaction.

You hit his shoulder playfully. “Yes. And even if I did, he looks nice, okay?”

That sentence earned you another eye roll from Chan. Hyunjin came back with some snacks from the kitchen. “I can’t let you sit here without any snacks! Okay, let me have a look.”, he effortlessly sat down on his chair and cracked his fingers before he started typing on his keyboard.

“Mm… Nothing in particular here.”, Hyunjin started. “You wanted me to hack into your father’s PC, right?”

“Yes. The thing is that he has a file called ‘RUSAIw’ and it didn’t seem to fit to any other file. Also, it was protected by another firewall.”

You then got up too. “I asked my roommate about that firewall. He knows his way around such software’s and he said that this particular firewall was very rare and not easy to hack into.”, you told him.

“You asked your roommate about this?”, Chan asked you with a worried expression.

“I told him that it was for work. Don’t worry.”

Hyunjin smirked. “It may be hard for other people to break that firewall. But not for me.”, he said in a challenging tone. “I will call you as soon as I get in. I will leave no traces.”

Chan patted Hyunjin’s back thankfully. “Thank you, man. You saved our asses here.”

Hyunjin sighed happily. “Time for some action again. My life was becoming very boring.”, he said and then he looked at his friend again. “I don’t know what your plan is, Chan. But I want you to be safe, okay? If he locks this file this securely, then there must be something serious behind this.”, Hyunjin warned you two.

“We know what we’re getting ourselves into. Thank you for worrying, Hyunjin. I appreciate your help.”

“Any time, Chan.”

Then you were out of Hyunjin’s apartment and neighborhood. “What are we going to do now?”, you asked Chan who was now driving. “Wait for Hyunjin?”, you added.

Chan sighed. “Yeah. I trust that Hyunjin will be fast. But maybe we can eat something? To calm our nerves?”

You smiled a little. “Yeah after our study sessions ended, we didn’t really eat something, huh?”

You then went to eat some sushi while talking about everything including your past. Chan wanted to know more about how you grew up, especially after your father went to prison. It wasn’t easy at all since you were very attached to your parents. You didn’t have a lot of money but you still were grateful for everything in your life.

That day he dropped you off at home and Jisung teased you because he thought that you liked him. You didn’t even want to think about such things. Just after one day Hyunjin had called Chan to tell him he cracked the firewall. You were extremely impressed with Hyunjin. He was handsome and smart? Damn.

In the secret file Hyunjin found out about another gala that was supposed to happen in Busan next weekend. The gala itself wasn’t a secret, Chan was even supposed to attend. Hyunjin decoded a document which was about an upcoming drug deal between Chan’s father and a Russian drug dealer named Alexej Ivanov but in the black market he was known as the black dragon.

“What are you going to do with all that information, Chan?”, you asked him, meeting him immediately at his favorite cafe after finding this information out.

Chan smirked. “We will be going to Busan to that gala. And we will spy on him and maybe even get pictures of the whole ordeal. Are you in?”

Your eyes widened and you choked on your glass of water. “What? We? As in you and me?!”

“Yeah. Dad won’t be suspicious. You are my girlfriend in his eyes and I’ll just ask him to allow you to come with me.”, he concluded.

“Are you sure? Is this a good idea?”, you asked with a worried expression on your face.

He nodded confidently, “Y/N. Do you want justice or not?”

You quietly nodded. “Okay, then it’s settled. We are going to Busan, baby!”, he said and cracked a smile at you. You, on the other hand, were still very worried because it involved an actual drug deal. You just hoped that you wouldn’t get caught.

♥

Before you knew it, you packed your bags and were on your way to Busan in Chan’s family’s private jet. You had told Minho that you went with Chan to investigate more about his father. It was more of a business trip for you, in a way.

The private jet, however, was something you had never seen. You had your own private seat and even private flight attendants who brought you whatever your heart desired. This is what being rich must feel like.

As you entered the plane, your mouth was once again agape at the lavish jet. Chan laughed at your reaction. “Come on, Y/N. You’ll get to explore more later.”

“What about your father, though? Isn’t he flying with us?”, you asked as you sat down on the very comfortable seat.

“He usually flies solo and arrived there yesterday already.”, Chan informed you and sat down in front of you.

You started gnawing your nails, feeling as nervous as ever. “Okay…”

Chan then moved to the seat next you and took your hands in his to make you stop chewing on your nails. “Look, I know you are nervous. But I am here with you and you are not alone, got it?”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

A flight attendant walked by and overheard you. “Why are your nervous, miss?”, she asked you with a friendly tone in her voice.

“She’s just nervous because she doesn’t like flying that much. That’s all.”, Chan assured her and then she walked away. Chan then moved closer to you and whispered, “The workers here are basically listening devices. Be careful what you say around them or my father might find out immediately.”

You gave him a nod. You weren’t nervous about flying but about the plan. For the first time in your life, you were going to do such a dangerous thing. But Chan was right, you weren’t alone. He was with you now.

After landing at Gimhae airport which was not far from Busan you were picked up by a luxurious car to go to your hotel. Busan was incredibly full and lively because the gala was just like Chan’s family’s gala. Once again, rich people gathered to drink lots of champagne. This time it wasn’t for charity but for a hotel opening.

The hotel you were staying in. Naturally the hotel was also filled with rich people like Chan’s father. You felt really uncomfortable around all of these people. As if they judged you, just like the night you exposed Kevin.

One thing was weird. Now that you were attending another gala, you wondered why they never found out who you were after the Bang gala. Your plan wasn’t a foolproof one but it kind of worked out. You did expose Chan’s father that night but they never found you. That is why you made sure that you still were on guard around Chan’s father because you didn’t know if he really knew something.

Chan and you were currently at the front desk to get the keys to your room. “Hello, there must be booking under Kevin Bang. Three rooms? My dad must have checked in already.”, Chan told the front lady and gave her a charming smile. The young woman blushed as she looked at the computer.

You rolled your eyes at his smile. Of course. Anyone would find Chan charming. Who wouldn’t? You just had to see his cute dimple. At this point, you didn’t even care or stop your thoughts. His dimples were cute and you were not denying it anymore.

The woman then gave you a confused look. “It’s right that there is a reservation for three people but Mr. Bang only booked two rooms. The other room was for the two of you.”, she told you, giving you an envious look.

Your eyes widened. “What? That must be a mistake?”, you said, lowkey panicking. Two rooms meant sharing a bed with Chan!

Chan was a little perplexed too. “Oh, but it must be a two bed room, right?”, he asked to make sure that he was hearing her right.

She shook her head. “No, sir. It’s one of our VIP suits with only one king-sized bed.”

Chan then turned to you. “Uh… I didn’t book this, I swear!”, he assured you before you could say anything else.

“It’s fine, Chan. Can’t we book another room? You must have a free room, right?”, you asked the hotel employee who was giving you a weird look. As if she was telling you that you were crazy for not wanting to share a room with Chan.

“Since the gala is happening here and we are fully booked. I am sorry.”

“I’ll take the key.”, Chan said. After he got the key, he pulled you to the side. “Look, I can find another hotel or something. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”, Chan proposed to you.

You shook your head. “No! I can’t stay alone! Uh- I mean… You shouldn’t stay far away from here. Our plan is dangerous and if you’re not around…”, you started your sentence. “I don’t know. Just stay. We’ll find a solution.”

Chan smirked a little. “I bet you like me now and want to stay with me because of that.”, he teased you.

You hit his arm. “Ew. No thanks.”

Chan then walked to the elevators with you and sighed. “Dad probably thought that we would want to stay together since you’re my girlfriend.”

“That makes sense.”, you tell him. “Sleeping isn’t our priority anyways.”

“Right.”, Chan said awkwardly. “And about what you said. I will never leave your side. If I put you in danger then I would never forgive myself. So, do not worry about that. We’ll be joined at the hip throughout the whole evening.”, Chan assured you once again.

You gave him a relieved smile. “Thank you. I really needed that. It’s even scarier when you’re in a city that you don’t really know.”

You arrived at the 23rd floor and at your hotel room. Given that it was the 23rd floor, the view was amazing as well. You had never stayed in such a luxurious hotel before. Ever since you met Chan you made many new experiences. You started to wish that you had met him under different circumstances. You knew that you two would have been very close friends.

Or more…, you thought for a second but quickly shook that thought away.

Your eyes widened at the huge VIP room. It included a big bed, a little living room, and a huge ass tv. Oh, and did you mention that you had unlimited room service? Amazing.

“I can sleep on the couch. It looks pretty comfy too.”, he said and jumped on the couch.

“No, I will sleep there.”, you said and sat down next to him. “I am the reason why we are in this situation in the first place.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”, he scolded you. “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t bring you.”

“Okay, we’ll discuss this later. We should probably start getting ready for the gala.”

Hyunjin sent you all the detailed information for the drug deal. It was a cocaine drug deal and it made your nervous that you were about to witness your first drug deal. You were in the bedroom and put on some make up as Chan knocked on the door.

“Come in.”, you called out to him and continued to put on some glitter eyeshadow. You did bring a dress, not the red dress because that would be stupid but a dress. It was a plain black one. You thought that it would be sufficient for the evening.

Chan entered the room with a big, fancy bag in his hands. “Uh… I didn’t know what you would be wearing and since we are dating, I thought you would match me…”, Chan said with a blush on his cheeks.

The first thing you noticed was Chan’s good looks, especially in a suit. “You clean up nice.”, you complimented him, giving him a smile. Chan in a suit brought you right back to the night of gala where you had met him for the first time. Now that you thought about it, you were thinking differently about him back then. You hated him and his entire family but now, you were looking at him fondly. Chan was not his father and you felt ashamed that you had ever thought badly about him.

“Thank you.”, he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “So, about the dres…”

You got up with a confused expression. “Chan, I brought a dress. You really didn’t need to do that.”, you said but still took the bag from him to see a beautiful silver-colored dress that made your eyes literally pop out. “This looks really expensive.”

Chan smiled and took out the dress. “I paid for it and no, I don’t want to hear anything. Wear it to match with me. It’s also not too long, you know, if we need to run.”, Chan told you. “So, no complaining. Got it?”

You pouted. “You’re always doing this. You also never let me pay if we go out. I’m starting to feel bad.”

“Y/N, I let you pay last time!”, Chan told you.

You shook your head. “Yeah. Only our drinks.”

“Why don’t you just let me do my part? You really don’t need to feel bad, Y/N. I am not expecting anything from you.”

You huffed in annoyance. “Okay. I will wear it and I will complain less. We have more important things to do.”

Chan sat down on the bed and pulled out the documents from Hyunjin he had printed out. “This is the plan. We are going to attend the gala slash party as normal guests. Dance around and we should be seen by a few people at least as our alibi.”, Chan started explaining the plan.

You sat down closely next to him which made Chan’s breath hitch for a second. “Uh, right. Next, we keep our eyes on my father. Keep a track on who he is talking to. And if the drug deal starts at exactly 11:15 p.m. in the underground car park of the hotel.”

You took the paper out of his, your hand brushing Chan’s. “Right. Alexej Ivanov was the main man. And we don’t know how much he’s going to sell, right?”

Chan nodded. “Yeah. Of course, he didn’t list every detail in the document. I still wonder how Hyunjin managed to decipher the document.”, Chan said in awe.

“Same.”, you agreed and then got up. “Now get out, I need to put on the dress.”, you shooed him out of the room.

You then quickly put on the designer gown and looked in the mirror. You somehow felt like a sellout. You were spending so much time with rich people now that it felt like you forgot about your past. Shaking your head, you gave yourself a nod of approval. You promised yourself that you would never forget about your past and who you really were. Because at the end of day, you were still Y/N. The poor journalist who tried to climb the ladder of success at your company. That’s all.

“Uh, Chan? Can you pull up the last bit of the zipper? I can’t reach it!”, you called out to Chan who then came in to see you.

“Y-Yeah. Sure!”, he said and stepped closer to you to pull up the zipper. You could feel his breath on your neck and it gave your goosebumps. The proximity between you made you feel strange. With Chan looking at you like that you somehow felt naked. Because the look in his eyes showed warmth… like admiration. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

You gave him a warm smile. “It’s the dress.”, you said jokingly to lighten up the situation and to calm yourself down.

“Nope, pretty sure it’s you.”, Chan said quickly before turning around. His heart was beating rapidly. He then started walking towards the door.

“Thank you…?”, you said, shocked at his compliment.

“You’re welcome.”, Chan said and quickly went out of the room.

The bizarre situation calmed down after you two went to the actual gala. Suddenly, Chan’s arm was around your waist for the whole evening. He was introducing you to the partners of his father’s business. You once again felt out of place but Chan was there to guide through it all and you were really appreciating it. He always warned you beforehand if you were going to talk to someone. He told you their names, what they did and how Chan knew them.

At the moment, Chan was talking to a man who owned one of the biggest restaurants in Busan. Chan knew him because he had restaurants in Seoul too. The man made you think about your own father whose dream it was to have a successful restaurant as well.

“Who is this lovely lady, Chan?”, the man asked Chan and gave you a warm smile.

“This is my lovely girlfriend. I thought I would bring her along to this gala.”, Chan explained to him and pulled you closer to him.

“Ah, young love. I wish I could experience that again! Your father didn’t force a date on you this time, huh?”, the restaurant owner said and laughed out.

Chan laughed along. “Yeah. This time it was my own choice. I’m sorry but I actually want to dance with my girlfriend now. Is that okay?”

The man nodded excitedly. “Of course! Go ahead!”

Chan then took your hand and went to the dance floor. He pulled you close to him and put his hand on your waist, the other one was holding your hand tight. “He tends to talk a lot so I thought I would save us with a dance.”

You giggled a little. “Good idea. I was starting to get bored.”, you whispered.

Chan laughed too. “Good thing that we are also here to have a little bit fun, right? I know these galas can be very boring, I always used to sneak out.”, Chan told you.

“With the girls that your father made you go to these parties?”, you asked him innocently. You don’t know why but the thought that Chan used to attend these rich people gatherings with other girls made you feel weird. It kind of felt nice to be so close to him all the time. It wasn’t real but a little part inside of you wished it was.

You knew it was impossible for you two to be a thing. His father was your worst nightmare and you knew that once you exposed his father for real, everything between you and Chan would end as well. But right now, you were enjoying dancing with him. It reminded you of your first dance at his father’s gala. At the Bang gala, Chan was rough and hostile towards you because he overheard you talk badly about his father. Now, he was gentle and was holding you softly while talking to you warmly.

“Why are you asking?”, Chan asked you with a sly grin on face. “Are you jealous?”

“What? Me?”, you said with wide eyes. “Never.”, you added. It reminded you of the Minho situation when you were snooping in Kevin’s office.

He laughed at your reaction. “Usually, the young kids used to sneak out. All of us. It wasn’t just my date and me.”, he told you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “Y/N, I-“

Before Chan could continue his sentence, you stopped him. “Chan, I think your dad is leaving. It’s 11 p.m. soon. We should follow them!”, you said in hushed whispers.

“Oh. Right. Let’s do that!”, Chan told you.

With a safe distance between you and Chan’s father and his bodyguards, you followed them to the underground car park. It was a smart move to meet here. You did overhear that the CCTV cameras were not installed yet at the car park. There was no evidence. Except for you and Chan.

You were hiding close to the stairways, to escape in case someone saw you. You were also behind a huge range rover which hid you very well.

At first Kevin and his men just stood there for a few minutes. You took out your phone to record everything. Chan was close to you, his hand on your shoulder. He gave you a confident nod.

All of a sudden, a black car arrived at the car park with a man, who was wearing a mask, exiting the car. The man obviously didn’t look Korean, you did see that he had bright blue eyes.

“Ivanov. Nice to meet you.”, Kevin greeted the man in dark tone. “Do you have the goods?”

“Do you have the money, first.”, the man said in a thick Russian accent. “No money, no deal.”

Kevin sighed. “How often did we do this, Ivanov? Don’t you trust me by now?”, he said in fake hurt tone.

“In this business? Trust nobody.”, Ivanov said in an angry tone. “I want the 750 thousand, now.”

“Okay, okay. Give him the money.”, Kevin told one of his bodyguards.

The deal seemed to go smoothly. You stopped recording and looked at Chan, giving him a signal that you can go now. Chan nodded, understanding you.

Suddenly your phone let out a noise – you got a notification. Fuck. Your phone wasn’t on silent?! Chan’s eyes widened.

Kevin and the others quickly turned to your direction. Before they could see anything, Chan pulled you to the staircase. “What the hell, Y/N! We’re going to get caught!”

“Let’s run!”, you then pulled Chan away to get out of the underground car park.

“Someone was here!”, Kevin shouted. “Go after them!”

Chan was running. “Have you seen those bodyguards, Y/N! They will catch up in no time!”, Chan said, out of breath.

You weren’t outside yet but exited the stairways to another floor. Chan stopped you and pushed you against the closest wall. “I have an idea.”, he said, still breathing heavily.

You could already hear footsteps from downstairs. “Why are we stopping, Chan?! We should run!”

“I’m going to do something. Don’t freak out, okay?”, he whispered quickly.

“Chan, what the he-“, before you could finish your sentence, you felt Chan’s soft lips on yours.

Chan pushed against the wall, his hands on both sides of your head. He closed his eyes while kissing you. Your heartbeat stopped for a second.

Chan was kissing you.

Wait. Chan was kissing you!

Author’s Note: AHHH! They finally kissed! Also, Chan’s father seems shadier than ever. What do you think? I would love to hear your thoughts! ♥

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Hey I'm sorry to ask, but do you have updates for korean dramas? I can't find the link to your old one but also maybe some newer suggestions? (It's okay if you don't!)

It’s cool, I can do a new one! These are all in the order that I watched them in!

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD

1. Coffee Prince ( A great choice for a first k-drama)

Choi Han-gyul is the grandson of chairwoman Bang of Dong-in Foods, a company that has a thriving coffee business. He has never had a job and does not care for responsibility. Han-gyul is hung up on his first love, Han Yoo-joo, who only sees him as a friend. Go Eun-chan is a 24-year-old tomboy who is often mistaken for a guy. Her father died when she was 16 years old and since then she has taken over as the breadwinner in her family. When Han-kyul and Eun-chan meet, he, not knowing that she is a girl, decides to hire her to pretend to be his gay lover so that he can escape the blind dates arranged by his grandmother. 

2. Cinderella with four knights

Eun Ha Won is a bright college student who dreams of becoming a teacher. Unfortunately, she loses her mother in a tragic accident, moves in with a cruel stepmother, and has no money for her education. One day, she helps an old man and as fate would have it, moves into a gorgeous mansion with three equally gorgeous men, who also happen to be billionaire cousins and heirs to the Kang family fortune. Between the rebel-minded loner Kang Ji Woon, playboy money machine Kang Hyun Min and the super-sweet singer Kang Seo Woo, Eun Ha Won finds herself in the middle of the hottest love quadrangle to ever befall a modern fairy tale princess. Rounding out the mansion’s chaebol lifestyle are Lee Yoon Sung, who serves as the cousins’ handsome bodyguard, and Park Hye Ji, a gorgeous girl who has her own interests in the Kang family and is not above manipulating one cousin to get closer to another.

3. Bride of the century

Taeyang Group is the largest conglomerate in South Korea. The Choi family who runs Taeyang has supposedly been under a curse for a hundred years that the first bride of the eldest son will always die. When the wealthy heiress Jang Yi-kyung disappears right before her wedding to chaebol heir Choi Kang-joo , Na Doo-rim , a lookalike impostor, is brought in to take her place. Unlike the cold and calculating Yi-kyung, Doo-rim is sweet and sunny, and Kang-joo genuinely falls in love with her. As the wedding plans progress, Kang-joo and Yi-kyung’s mothers both scheme and plot behind the scenes will the romance gets more complicated with the secret of not being the real Jang Yu-kyung.

4. Strong woman Do Bong Soon

Do Bong-soon was born with superhuman strength. Her strength is hereditary and passed along only to the women in her family. Her dream is to create a video game with herself as the main character. She desperately wants to become a delicate and elegant woman, which is the ideal type of her crush, In Guk-doo, a police officer. Thanks to her strength, she gets a job as bodyguard to rich heir Ahn Min-hyuk, the CEO of a gaming company, Ainsoft. In contrast to Guk-doo, Min-hyuk is an eccentric man who is playful, a little spoiled, has no regard for rules, and dislikes policemen. He has recently received anonymous threats and has even been stalked, leading him to hire Bong-soon as his bodyguard after seeing her beat up a bunch of men after they threatened an old man who was an elementary school bus driver. A series of kidnapping cases soon happen in Dobong-dong, the district Bong-soon lives in, and she is determined to catch the culprit, who targeted her best friend. With help and training from Min-hyuk, she manages to control her strength to use it for good causes. Min-hyuk and Bong-soon find their relationship growing into something more.

5. My secret romance

Jin-wook and Yoo-mi meet at a Gangwon-do resort and get caught up in a series of misunderstandings and accidents. Yoo-mi is there to attend her mother’s second wedding while Jin-wook is there working as a bellhop (a position given to him by his Chairman father to teach him responsibility.) Yoo-mi is charmed by Jin-wook’s sly and playful personality, and they unexpectedly spend the night together. However, Yoo-mi disappears in the morning, leaving Jin-wook feeling perplexed and insulted. Three years later, the two meet again when Yoo-mi becomes a nutritionist at the company cafeteria where Jin-wook works. It seems that once a playboy Jin-wook, has given up his carefree life and works at the company owned by his father. He has feelings for Yoo-mi and has kept her bra-pad as a memory of the night that they spent together. At first, he is strict toward her, though it is only because he is looking for reasons to be near her. He later confesses this to her and agrees to wait for her.

6. Scarlet heart ryeo ( One of my all time favourites) 

During a total solar eclipse, a 25-year-old 21st-century woman, Go Ha-jin, is transported back in time to the Goryeo Dynasty. She wakes up in the year of 941 in the body of Hae Soo, among the many royal princes of the ruling Wang family. She initially falls in love with the gentle and warm-hearted 8th Prince Wang Wook, and later Wang So, the fearsome 4th Prince who hides his face behind a mask and is given the derogatory label of “wolf dog.” As the story develops, Hae Soo finds herself unwittingly caught between the rivalry and politics among the princes over the fight for the throne, an she stay alive long enough for a happy ending?

7. Falling for innocence

Min Ho is a cold-blooded corporate raider who takes no prisoners. He is a scoundrel investment banker for Gold Investment, seemingly the world’s largest financial service firm. As a cynical, self-defensive, suspicious sociopath, he wears down people with his tenacity and takes advantage of them with his delusions of grandeur. However, Min Ho has his own story of how he became evil - it was because of his uncle’s betrayal. His father was overthrown by his uncle and it caused his family to hit bottom. As Min Ho vows to get revenge, he meets Soon Jung, the daughter of his father’s former secretary who betrayed him and whom now works for his uncle. One day, he has a heart attack and is taken to a hospital. He miraculously survives his heart attack after undergoing a heart transplant. His heart is actually from Dong Wook, a young detective and Soon Jung’s fiancé who suffered from brain damage from a mysterious car accident. After receiving a new life thanks to the new heart, he is no longer the cold and callous person that he has been and undergoes a profound change to his personality, talking differently and warming up people. But he still pursues his plan to get revenge on his uncle even though his emotions get in the way at times. He gradually learns the meaning of happiness when he finds Soon Jung, whom he wants to cherish and protect. His heart becomes tender and his eyes swell with tears when as he works with her. He falls in love with her without realising it.

8. The bride of Habaek / the water god

When the narcissistic water god Ha-baek visits earth in order to find three stones powerful enough to help him claim his throne, he seeks out the help of his servant and destined bride, psychiatrist So-ah, whose family is fated to serve the water god for generations. The problem is that she has no belief in the gods and initially mistakes him for suffering from delusions. Things get even stranger when the wind god Bi-ryeom, the water goddess Mu-ra, and the semi-god Hu-ye show up to complicate things

9. Weightlifting fairy Kim Bok Joo

Kim Bok-Joo is a promising collegiate female weightlifter. Her father runs a small chicken restaurant and her uncle wants to become an actor. She has a bright personality and strong sense of justice. Kim Bok-Joo and her friends on the female weightlifting team are not popular with the guys and they don’t have boyfriends. The weightlifting team and the rhythmic gymnastic team also don’t get along at all. Meanwhile, Jung Joon-Hyung is a collegiate swimmer plagued with numerous false start disqualifications. He is 21-years-old and has a free spirit. His uncle and aunt raised him along with his cousin Jung Jae-Yi. One day on campus, Kim Bok-Joo bumps into Jung Joon-Hyung while he is riding his bicycle. Her face looks familiar to Jung Joon-Hyung. After he leaves, Kim Bok-Joo picks up a handkerchief left behind by Jung Joon-Hyung. The handkerchief is very important to him and he begins looking for it. Later, Kim Bok-Joo cleans and irons the handkerchief. She goes to the school’s swimming pool and gives back his handkerchief, but he explodes with anger when he sees that she cleaned it. Kim Bok-Joo then falls into the swimming pool and Jung Joon-Hyung jumps into the pool to save her. At that moment, Kim Bok-Joo and Jung Joon-Hyung realize where they have seen each other before. When they were both children, Kim Bok-Joo saved Jung Joon-Hyung’s life by catching him before he fell to the ground.What happens now they know each other?

10. I’m not a robot

Kim Min-kyu lives an isolated life due to a severe allergy to other people. He develops extreme rashes that rapidly spread throughout his body once he makes any form of skin contact. Jo Ji-ah is a woman who is trying to make it in life by creating her own businesses. Kim Min-kyu who owns the KM Financial company which owns Santa Maria team headed by professor Hong Baek-kyun. Professor Hong’s team has created a humanoid robot called Aji 3 which looks like his ex-girlfriend Jo Ji-ah. CEO of KM Financial, Kang Ki-young, and his father try to sell the Santa Maria team to foreign investor, Martin, who secretly knows about the Aji 3 and wants to use it as a weapon. Hong Baek-kyun sends the robot to Kim Min-kyu to convince him not to sell the team. Before Aji 3 is delivered, the robot’s body is accidentally damaged. Hong Baek-kyun approaches Jo Ji-ah, asking her to pose as the robot, giving the team time to repair Aji 3. Jo Ji-ah agrees, and impersonates the robot under the supervision of the Santa Maria team and the robot’s computer brain, can she survive without being caught out?

11. Goblin / Guardian the lonely and great

Kim Shin is a goblin and protector of souls. He is the landlord of the grim reaper, who is in charge of taking deceased souls. Wanting to end his immortal life, Shin has been looking for his human bride, the only person who can end his life. Meanwhile, Ji Eun-tak is a high school student who remains optimistic despite the tragedies and difficulties she has experienced in her life. She summons the goblin by chance, and through various encounters, ends up falling in love with him. Sunny is a chicken restaurant owner, whose beauty is undeniable, but what has she got to do with the goblin and reaper? These four characters’ lives took a series of twists and turns when they intertwined.

12. Terius behind me (Another favourite!)

Go Ae-Rin suddenly loses her husband left to take care of her two children on her own. A mysterious man, Kim Bon, that lives next door ends up getting tangled into their lives. Kim Bon is a legendary NIS agent and 3 years ago, he was involved in a failed secret operation and the woman he loved died. He has since become disconnected with the world and lives alone quietly but that soon changes as he helps his neighbor Go Ae-Rin with her children and uncover a conspiracy, which her husband became involved with all the while trying to keep his secrets by the nosy neighbours in the building.

13. 100 days my prince 

Lee Yool is the Crown Prince of Joseon, a perfectionist who disregards the majority of those in the royal palace and appears to be cold and demanding, when in reality, he is lonely. He then passes the law that all women must marry before they reach the age of 28. Hong Shim is head of the first detective agency in Joseon, a strong, intelligent figure who takes on multiple jobs to support herself and her father. She is also the oldest unmarried woman in her village, and begins to look for a husband to avoid trouble from law officials. In an attempted assassination, Lee Yool develops temporary amnesia and wanders around aimlessly as a commoner with no name or identity, until he meets none other than Hong Shim, who takes him under her care. Hong Shim is then forced to marry Won Deuk to save her village from drought, due to beliefs in that era where natural disasters are a result of an unmarried woman’s misery. This drama depicts how the love story of Hong Shim, ‘Joseon’s oldest unmarried woman’ and Lee Yool, the amnesiac Crown Prince, develops over the span of 100 days.

14. My ID is Gangnam beauty

Kang Mi-rae decides to get plastic surgery after years of being bullied because of her looks. Her “rebirth” seems successful at first, but as her life at the university unfolds, her plan starts to backfire. The pressure of being a “pretty girl” begins to pressure her and, worse, those who can see through her surgery ridicule her and tag her as the “Gangnam plastic surgery monster.” The drama follows Mi-rae’s story of recovering self-esteem as she figures out what a two faced friend is and gets to know her coursemate, and former schoolmate in middle school, Do Kyung-seok

15. The secret life of my secretary 

Do Min-Ik works as a director of the mobile media 1 team at T&T, he’s smart and excellent at his job however he doesn’t like to attach himself to people or his secretary. His secretary is Jung Gal-Hee, a diligent and motivated person that does whatever it takes to keep her job and feed her family. Do Min-Ik often does childish things like calling Jung Gal-Hee continually, Jung Gal-Hee carries out Do Min-Ik’s orders without complaints but though she may look soft, she hides her tough side. The tough side soon comes out as she is fired, much to Do Min-Ik’s regret he soon discovers that he’s going to need her more than ever and discovers a new side to her in the process.

16. W - Two worlds ( Really recommended!! )

A love story of two people split apart in different worlds connected by a webtoon. The series focuses on the eponymous fictional webtoon entitled W, written and illustrated by its legendary author and illustrator Oh Seong-moo. W became famous in the entire South Korea, the storyline of the webtoon W starts with the younger years of its main character Kang Chul, a handsome and intelligent boy who is also skilled in shooting. He becomes famous as he won a shooting competition during the 2004 Athens Olympics but this fame gets ruined when his entire family was killed by an unknown Murderer, and then framed for it. Another villain Han Cheol-ho  handles the case to gain political popularity, pronouncing in court to impose death penalty upon Kang Chul. Nevertheless, Kang Chul was deemed innocent of the crime. Depressed over losing his family, he attempts to commit suicide over the Han River but he stops himself and chooses to move on with his life.Ten years later, Kang Chul becomes a multimillionaire, starting his “Project W” in his continuous efforts to catch the real culprit behind his family’s death; part of the project is his television broadcasting company dubbed “W,” after the initials of the interrogatives “who” and “why” (hence, the title of the webtoon). One night, he receives a suspicious phone call and gets severely injured by the same mysterious Murderer at the rooftop of his penthouse, only to be saved by a mysterious girl, none other than the authors daughter. How did she get there? Why is she there? How will they become entangled?

17. My contracted husband Mr Oh

Han Seung-Joo (Uee) is a single woman in her mid 30’s who works as a PD at a broadcasting station. She does well at her job, but is not nearly as good when it comes to housework. Han Seung-Joo has a hard time dealing with social prejudices about single women but still refuses to marry at least until an incident that occurs leading to a dramatic change in her life. She seeks to find a husband thinking it would help her situation but to get the position of a “married woman,” Han Seung-Joo marries Oh Jak-Doo as a contract husband who lives in the mountain that she just happened to own. Their marriage is not based on love, but their relationship develops romantically after several twists and turns.

18. Marriage contract ( For those who love to cry, seriously heartbreak ahead )

Kang Hye-soo is a single mother who struggles to raise her daughter while paying off her late husband’s debts. Han Ji-hoon is the son of a chaebol who seeks a contract marriage in order to save his mother, who needs a liver transplant. When Hye-soo is diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, she agrees to marry Ji-hoon and donate part of her liver to his mother, in exchange for enough money to provide for her daughter until she reaches adulthood. Han Ji-Hoon is driving along when Hye-Soo is almost hit saving her 7 year old daughter Eun-Seong, He rushes her to the hospital as she faints however while she is being tested the Manager of the restaurant Han Ji-Hoon owns Ho-Joon tells him might be a scam and to make sure she is really hurt. Han Ji-Hoon has Hye-Soo’s phone and receives a call from a mysterious man which turns out to be the debt collector who comes to the hospital after hearing it being said in the background. He chases Hye-Soo when she is leaving, where he almost catches her but she in the end hides in Han Ji-Hoon’s car with Eun-Seong. Han Ji-Hoon’s mother has been rushed to the hospital where they find out that if she doesn’t get a liver transplant she will die but she is way down on the list so Han Ji-Hoon decides to marry a Hye-Soo she agrees so she can pay off her debt and also make sure Eun-Seong has money to grow up on as she gets the results back from when she fainted and she has a brain tumour. Eun-Seong in the beginning doesn’t like Han Ji-Hoon but she warms up to him as the pretend relationship blossoms into something real.

BONUS

19. 200 pounds beauty

Han-Na is a very large girl with a warm heart. She also possesses an unbelievable voice. Han-Na wants to become a pop-singer, but due to her extra-large appearance, can only work as a faceless singer. She provides the vocals for a popular singer named Amy, a beautiful young lady that can’t carry a note to save her life.Han-Na is also in love with Amiys music producer, Sang-Joon, but it’s a one-sided love. One day, Han-Na is invited to Sang-Joon’s birthday party and receives a red dress from him to wear to his party. Han-Na is excited, yet scared. The dress is revealing and quite extravagant. With her very large figure, she is not sure if she can wear such an outfit. Han-Na does eventually go to the birthday party in the red dress, but is mortified when petite Amy appears in the same red dress. During the course of the birthday party, Han-Na absorbs more emotional trauma and she simply disappears for one year. Han-Na then returns as the beautiful Jenny, a beautiful stunner who decides to make it on her own in the industry but encounters her once sided love. Will she be a success? Will her feelings get in the way and can she keep the guilt of the consequences of what her change brings?

20. Takane to Hana ( Japanese )

A tv show adapted from a manga ( that I particularly loved).  After her older sister refuses to go to an arranged marriage meeting with Takane Saibara, the heir to a vast business fortune, high schooler Hana Nonomura agrees to be her stand-in to save face for the family. But what happens when Hana meets Takane is an unexpected pairing of utter opposites! Although it seemed a little rushed at the end it was a nice tv show!

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