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thewildlorelei · 11 months

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Love is Sick and Love is Blind (Mob AU)

pairing: wally darling/original female character(Millie Morning)

rating: M

pretty obvious but this is fan content of welcome home

author's note: Really having fun with this story, lemme know if you have any questions about the story or Millie, I’d love to talk about it lol

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Mob Boss Wally Darling

Chapter 3 - I Think I’m Getting Butterflies

Monday and Tuesday went by without anything truly notable happening. She got most of her stuff unpacked at her apartment and was able to find a nice dress to wear for her dinner with Wally. Work had gone smoothly as well, just the usual rowdy people who’d come in. There was no sign of the guys who’d given her a hard time the week before.

By Wednesday Millie was an absolute mess of nerves. Overthinking and worrying about every little thing, concerned about how the dinner might go. She didn’t want to offend him or anything but she thought back to when they’d met in the garden. Before she’d known who he was they’d gotten along just fine. He’d been a little intimidating, sure, but he’d been nothing but nice. Maybe the rumors about him only pertained to people he did business with? Maybe outside of doing his work he was relatively normal.

All she had done since Sunday was think about Wally Darling and it was starting to drive her a little crazy. Hopefully this dinner was just what she needed to get the thoughts of him out of her system.

All day she’d just been pacing around the living room waiting till it was time to get ready to go. It was a little maddening, feeling like she couldn’t focus on getting anything else done that day. Just before 5pm she had finally had it and decided to start getting ready. She curled her hair and let it hang loose around her shoulders. She slid on her dress, a pale blue floor length gown that flared out at the waist. It was sleeveless and low cut but still very classy.

It was getting close to seven, she needed to hurry up and finish getting ready. She didn’t want to be late and make him mad.

Millie had just finished her mascara when there was a knock on her door. “Be there in just a second!” She called out. She grabbed her bag, gave herself one last look in the mirror before going to open the door.

“Well hello there!” Eddie was standing on the other side looking just the same as he had the other day.

“Hello Eddie, nice to see you again.” She said cheerfully.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too Miss Millie. Are you ready to go?” Eddie gestured away from him. Millie nodded, following him out into the hallway, and turning to lock the door behind her. When they got to the car Eddie was polite enough to open her door for her. She half expected Wally to be there sitting in the back seat. It must have shown on her face cause Eddie gave a laugh. “Don’t worry, he’s already waiting at the restaurant.” She looked away, embarrassed as she got in. It would have been a little silly for him to be there anyway, like two kids getting driven to prom or something.

As Eddie began to drive off, she started to get nervous again. Interacting with the mob seemed like a very very bad idea but here she was. She didn’t try too hard to make awkward small talk with Eddie. He seemed very nice but she just wasn’t sure what to say. ‘So you work for the mob, huh?’ Yeah, no. Instead she looked out the window and imagined every scenario that could possibly happen when she arrived. Fortunately the restaurant wasn’t far and soon they arrived. Her mouth dropped a little seeing where they were. It was a very nice place, definitely more expensive than she was normally willing to pay. But just this once she figured she’d suck it up and deal with it. She couldn’t bail at this point anyway.

Eddie once again opened her door for her and led her inside. It was incredible! The interior was grand and bright, not at all what she had been expecting. This place was definitely fancy, she thought, as they walked through the entryway. She was really glad now that she had splurged a little on a nicer dress.

Eddie didn’t even stop to talk to the host, just guiding her right back to a more secluded corner of the restaurant. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as they walked by tables with people already seated. Millie kept her eyes focused on Eddie, not wanting to confirm that people were looking. She was so distracted that she nearly walked right into Eddie’s back when he stopped. She peaked around him and her eyes landed right on Wally, who was beginning to stand up from his seat when he saw her.

“Here we are Miss Millie, I hope you have a nice evening.” He turned to her and once again tipped his hat as he left. She raised her hand in a small wave. Attention turning right back to the puppet in front of her. He looked the same as when she’d seen him before, though just a little more put together. His jacket draped over the back of his chair. He stood with that same relaxed stance like nothing in the world could bother him. She knew it couldn’t be true though, not with the rumors she’d heard.

“Hello, Miss Morning. Thank you for joining me.” He said as he pulled out her chair for her to sit. “You look lovely.” Millie slid into the chair, carefully hanging her bag off the back of it. She was a little surprised at his politeness.

“Thank you, and of course! It’s a pleasure. I appreciate you inviting me out like this, Mr. Darling.” She tried to hide how nervous she felt. He was staring at her very intently already.

“We did agree on it…” He had leaned back in his chair, a sort of lazy look in his eye despite his stare. She hadn’t really noticed the last time but he looked sort of..tired? Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and maybe it was.

Millie blushed. “We did, I just thought that maybe..you would just forget about me. I’m sure you’re a very busy person.”

“How could anyone possibly forget about you?” Her blush was getting worse, hidden behind her hair. He had better stop talking like that or she was liable to start liking him. His smile got a little bit bigger, like he was trying to get a reaction from her. She looked away, trying not to show that his comment had flustered her a little.

“So tell me, how are you liking your new place?”

At that moment a waiter walked up. “Good evening! My name is Peter, I’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get you to drink?” Wally shot him an intimidating look. “Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting.” He said quickly. Millie hadn’t noticed Wally’s look at all.

“It’s no problem! I’ll just have a water, thanks.” Millie said with a smile. Wally huffed out a breath closing his eye. “Give me whatever your smoothest whiskey is, on the rocks.”

“I’ll have that right out for you.” The waiter hurried away from the table, trying to avoid Wally’s annoyed half-lidded gaze. Millie picked up a menu and looked over the options while she continued from where they left off. “The apartment is great! I can’t thank you enough for your kindness to me last week.”

“Don’t think anything of it.” Wally’s face relaxed again, looking back at her. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like anything to drink?” Wally questioned.

“Oh um…I actually don’t drink.” Millie said shyly, waiting for the usual reaction she got when she told people. When he didn’t say anything she looked back at him and saw his smile grow like he knew something she didn’t. He was always so hard to read, what was he thinking? “What?” She finally asked. “Oh, it’s nothing.” He said with a slight wave of his hand. “It’s just very interesting.”

She didn’t really believe him but what was she going to do? She certainly wasn’t about to try and call his bluff so she just let it go and moved on. “Can I ask you something?”

He looked at her carefully for a moment before nodding his head. “What…what made you decide to help me? You could have just…kicked me out and moved on with your life. So…why?” She didn’t say what she really thought. ‘You could have killed me.’

He closed his eye again, leaning back in his chair, considering his response. “There was something…special about you.”

Before Millie had a chance to ask what he meant by that the waiter returned with their drinks. Millie ordered a relatively simple but fancy salad. When the waiter turned to Wally for his order he held up a hand. “Nothing for me.” Millie was surprised. “Oh, you aren’t getting anything?”

“Problem?” He responded, a hint of warning in his voice. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to question you, I was just surprised.” Millie said quickly. ‘Don’t forget who you’re talking to.’ She reminded herself. He was still very dangerous.

“And you? Only a salad?” He asked. Millie smiled at him and vaguely gestured to herself. “I mean, does it really seem surprising?”

“I guess not.” He appeared amused by that, his relaxed smile quirked upwards. They chatted some more while they waited, not that they had to wait long considering the ease of the order and the fact that they were dealing with Wally Darling. They certainly weren’t going to keep him waiting. He asked about her job some more and she asked him how he got her out of work that night.

“I just made a couple of phone calls, that’s all.” He told her.

“Really? That’s all? Amazing.” Millie laughed lightly. Her boss was a bit of a hard-ass so only having to make a call to get her out of work seemed surprising, but this was Wally Darling after all.

The waiter returned with Millie’s food, telling her to enjoy before running off again. He was trying to stay as far away from Wally as he could.

As Millie began to eat she felt awkward having him just sit and watch her while he sipped his whiskey. She felt like she was overthinking every move she made. Maybe she should try and keep him talking at least.

“Can I ask about your family? Last time you talked about them so intensely, I’m so curious about all of them.” She asked, taking a bite of her food before looking back at him.

He smiled at that. “You want to know about my family?” She nodded. “Well each of them is very special to me, I would do anything to protect my family.” Taking another sip of his drink he closed his eye in thought. “There’s Barnaby, Howdy, Julie, Sally, Frank, Eddie, and Poppy. They are the ones who are closest to me in the world. They each have their own talents…and uses. We are all loyal to each other and any of them would do whatever it takes to support the others.” He trained his eye back on hers. “We’d never leave someone behind.”

Millie sighed wistfully. “I wish I had family like that. I’ve always had such a small family and it’s only ever gotten smaller and smaller, and now it’s just…me.” She picked at her food, deep in thought for a moment.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be alone forever.” His eyes were back on her, looking at her like he was seeing all her thoughts and feelings.

The conversation went on and shifted, Millie finished her salad but they kept chatting. He seemed very interested in her and her life, asking lots of questions. She tended to be a bit of an open book, not really minding discussing her life.

“You said your mom died before you moved here.” He asked suddenly. “Oh, uh, yeah…” It still wasn’t easy to talk about. They had been very close and thinking about it always made tears well up in her eyes.

“That’s very unfortunate, my condolences.” Wally’s eye softened slightly, she almost didn’t notice.

The waiter returned with the check for the food. “I hope you had a lovely evening, here is the bill.” He placed it down on the table.

Millie began to grab her purse from her chair before she heard Wally’s stuttered laugh. She stopped, looking at him. “What, you think I would be stingy enough not to pay for your dinner?”

Millie flushed red. “Oh…um..I didn’t want to assume, you know? You’ve been so nice to me already…”

“Don’t be silly, I invited you out after all.” He said reaching into his pocket and handing some cash to the waiter.

“Thank you, Wally-oh I mean um, Mr. Darling.” She saw him stop when she’d said his name, an unreadable expression on his face. “...No need to be so formal now, you can call me Wally.” The evening was coming to an end and soon after Eddie reappeared, ready to take her home. Millie stood up, grabbing her bag from the back of her chair. Wally suddenly got up from his and walked up to her. “Thank you again for joining me.”

“It was really nice, thank you.” Millie gave him a kind smile.

Wally was staring intently at her face when he suddenly raised his hands, placing one on her jaw, keeping her head still, while his other hand gently brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

Millie stilled in his light grasp, looking into his relaxed eye with her shocked ones. Wally hummed for a moment, thumb brushing lightly over the heart on her cheek before releasing her, letting her bangs fall to cover her eyes again. It was quick, but she had seen his eye flicker to her right eye for just a moment before he’d let go.

“I would like to take you out again sometime…” He said, and she was feeling a little bit breathless all of a sudden.

“I’d…like that.” Millie couldn’t deny feeling a bit captivated by him.

“Good…till next time.” He nodded his head and turned to grab his jacket before walking out through the back door.

As Millie closed the door behind her once she got to her apartment she couldn’t help the strange feeling that washed over her. It was similar to how she’d felt that first night after she’d met him. Did that really happen? How did she get in this situation? It felt surreal.

She felt excited at the idea of seeing him again. And that was strange too. Was she starting to…like him? Her brain told her she shouldn’t, he was a mob boss, he was bad, but…she couldn’t help that giddy feeling.

Suddenly Millie’s phone started to ring. She quickly went to pick it up, it was so late, who could possibly be calling? She picked up the phone, putting the brightly colored receiver up to her ear. “Hello, Millie Morning speaking.” “Hello, Millie? This is Dr. Flora.” Millie paused, a little surprised. “Oh! Is everything alright? I wouldn’t expect a call so late.” “I tried to call earlier but you didn’t answer.” “I’m sorry, I was…out, but it’s alright, what did you need?” Millie felt nervous, calls this late usually weren’t a good sign. “...I’m sorry but I’m going to have to stop our appointments. I’m afraid I can’t see you anymore.” Ah yes, there it was. She was right, it hadn’t been a good sign. “I’m…sorry to hear that, can I ask why?” Millie bit her lip, feeling a little worried. “I…just have too many clients right now and I need be able to dedicate enough time to everyone. Unfortunately since you are the newest one I’ll have to stop seeing you.” Her voice sounded a little off.

“Oh…” Millie couldn’t help the hurt that she felt hearing that and she was sure she hadn’t been able to hide it in her tone. “I promise it has nothing to do with you. I’m so so very sorry for this. I wish you well in your life going forward. You’re a very nice girl, please…stay safe out there. It can be dangerous in this town and…well….nevermind. I’m sorry, good bye.” Then the line was dead. That was so odd. What she had said made sense but…Millie couldn’t help the feeling that she hadn’t told her the whole truth. She sighed, putting the phone back down on the base.

“Guess I’m on my own for now.” She walked back to the living room, feeling overwhelmed with thoughts about everything.

It felt like she just kept getting left behind over and over. No one really wanted her. She sat on the couch and hugged her knees to her chest. Tears stung in her eyes as she turned on the TV to distract herself from things for a bit.

At least Wally still wanted to see her again. She had to admit it felt good to have someone who seemed to like her and want to see her.

Millie sighed again, laying back on the couch, stretching out her limbs. The TV was playing some puppet led kids show in the background, she wasn’t really paying attention. Millie closed her eyes, feeling so tired from the long day. She couldn’t help wondering when she might see him again, it was really starting to feel like he actually liked her. Maybe she wasn’t just some random girl who he helped on a whim. Maybe there was more to it than that, she wasn’t sure.

All she knew was that things were changing faster than she could keep up with. She could only hold on and hope that in the end things would be better.

author's note: Things starting to pick up a little now lol hope you liked this one~

#welcome home fic #welcome home mob au #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #millie morning #love is sick and love is blind #this chapter was so hard to finish #life was being rude like every day #like hey im just trying to indulge in some shippy fun with these characters #lemme write pls

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chilligyu · 3 years

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info: lee jihoon/gender neutral reader, pg, best friends to lovers au genre: fluff, romance | word ct: 5.5k warnings: none summary: when it came to love, no one was prepared. not even jihoon, who could spend hours turning words into magic, especially when love was mysteriously delivered in the form of a letter to his locker. note: heavily inspired by to all the boys I've loved before, but with a twist! no love triangles or anything like that, so just enjoy awkward people falling in love! and thank you to @dreamystuffers and @starlightjoong for taking a sneak peek and telling me what you think!

tagging: @xfirebenderx, @moriiyun, @ohmygoshcheese, @gyu-log

Lee Jihoon, a genius in many ways, was never good when it came to words. At least, not the spoken kind. The kind that you had to think up on the spot, responses, answers, comebacks, small talk, he was absolutely terrible at it. But if you gave him the time to think, to really dwell on his thoughts, he could create something truly beautiful. Which was why he preferred to express his feelings with letters. And while, yes, he could pen something magnificent, the next great classic novel perhaps, he typically kept his messages short and to the point. Much like the man himself.

There was one time that he wrote a “letter” that was simply—

F U C K Y O U

—printed out on seven separate sheets of paper and taped to a row of lockers. All in response to a teacher confiscating his iPod. No one could prove it was him, though, and nothing happened in response to it. He never admitted to his crimes, and despite it being painfully obvious who the author of the message was, there was no hard proof pointing to the culprit. It became the most well-known secret at their high school. And Lee Jihoon became somewhat of a living legend because of it.

The only one who knew the truth was you. His best friend. You were his go-to when it came to proof reading all of his letters. He was the writer, you were the editor. Half the time you were also a berating parent, chastising him for trying to assault people with words. Which was also why, more often than not, his letters never got sent. He would sit in his room for hours, writing letters that were either half the length of novels or only a few sentences long, and after giving it over to be edited, it would get tucked away in his desk drawer. Never to be seen or heard from again.

See, Jihoon was an emotional person. Not in the sense that most people would assume, he didn’t get offended easily, one mean comment wouldn’t leave him crying, he was simply—emotional. Whatever he was feeling, whether it be good or bad, it was powerful, sometimes overwhelming. So instead of erupting like a hormonal volcano, which he had already done plenty of, he put his emotions to paper. At the behest of his aforementioned best friend.

“You can’t go around yelling at people.” You began one afternoon just after entering high school. “Even if you’re writing it down, you’re still yelling at people.”

Jihoon, the definition of “hard to read”, was visibly pouting. “You’re the one who told me to write down how I feel. Now I can’t even send these to anyone?”

“I mean, you can.” You backpedalled. “I’m not your mother, despite Seokmin’s insistence. I can’t stop you from doing anything you’ve set your heart to. All I can do is advise you not to because you’re going to have a terrible few years here if everyone hates you.”

He clearly wasn’t thrilled by your logical response, but he admitted defeat anyway. “Fine. Don’t send the letters that I write. I get it. No one wants to read them.”

You groaned loudly. “You are so dramatic. I’m saying don’t send the literal hate mail to people. Don’t send the stuff you write to vent out your feelings. But if there’s something you want to say to someone, something that you can’t bring yourself to say out loud, by all means! Send the thing! I know you loathe the idea of talking to people, you also hate being misunderstood more.”

He also hated how well you knew him, not that he would ever say that out loud.

That was also something he wrote down in a letter, one he decided to send.

You crumpled it up immediately and threw it back at his face.

“Letters are powerful things, Jihoon.” You added. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives with nothing more than words. Because words mean so many different things to so many different people. You just gotta say the right ones.”

At first, he was only humoring you. Honestly, he thought you completely senile until he gave it a shot. After spending hours hunched over his desk writing things no one else would see, he was starting to realize that maybe you had a point. Instead of roaming the halls shouting obscenities in his head, he was able to reassure himself by knowing he could write about it later. Even the smallest grievance, he would write it down. He would sometimes scribble it down on the margin of a textbook if he was feeling particularly overwhelmed in the middle of the day.

The letters became his therapy, his outlet, eventually he could stroll past some annoying upperclassmen and not feel rage coursing through his veins. It was—nice, almost. Not being subjected to his own hectic imagination at every turn. Feeling at peace for the first time in what felt like ages.

Until he found a letter in his locker, one addressed to him during his senior year. From a secret admirer. The contents of which would be seared into his memory for the remainder of time.

Lee Jihoon, it began.

I have never been able to tell you how I feel, in person or in a letter. For several months now, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to write letters like you for so long, and I just can’t get the words right. I don’t know how you do it. So I’m going to do something different. I’m going to stop being scared. If you meet me in the courtyard after school, I’m going to be brave for the first time in my life. Please help me be brave, Jihoon.

Again and again, he read that short letter. Practically baffled that someone out there wrote an honest-to-god letter that was addressed to an honest-to-god person. And that he wasn’t the writer, that he was the recipient. The thought alone made his heart race, and to comprehend that this secret admirer perhaps harbored feelings towards him? It was next to impossible. But no one writes a letter without true emotion behind it. That’s a fact he was coming to understand.

“I need you to come with me.” He told you after showing you the letter. “I’m—I’m not sure I can do this alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jihoon, obviously this person doesn’t want to make a public event out of their confession. You should really do this without me.”

“I know, and I’m not asking you to stand at my side or anything.” He reiterated. “Can you like—stand in a bush or something? If I know that you’re there I won’t feel the need to—"

“Did you just ask me to stand in a bush?” You guffawed. “You did not just ask me to stand in a bush Lee Jihoon because if you did then you’re about to get your ass kicked into next year!”

“I didn’t mean literally!” He quickly denied when he did, in fact, mean it literally. “Just—stand around the corner, okay? Be my moral support!”

Pursing your lips, you knew that there was no getting out of this. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. But I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll pay you back, I promise.” He swore. “Have I ever told you that you’re the best?”

A smirk teased at your lips. “You could mention it more.”

“Consider it done.” Jihoon grinned, gathering up his things and heading for the door. “Don’t forget! After school! Courtyard! Don’t be late!”

Once he was gone and you were completely alone, your face fell in disappointment. “I wouldn’t dream of it…”

By the time that school was finally over for the day, Jihoon was a bundle of overactive nerves. He was excited and terrified and anxious and nauseous all at once. The bombarding sensations kept him cemented in place, gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles were about to burst through. He had been like that for the entirety of their last class, still as a statue as a cold sweat broke out across his brow. You were standing in front of him, head tilted and wondering what he was planning to do next.

“Class is over.” You reminded him. “Everyone’s left.”

Very slowly, he nodded. “Y-yeah. I can see that.”

His voice sounded as if it had been completely stripped down. Like he had screamed himself hoarse by saying those few words.

“Your secret admirer is probably waiting.” You tried to spur him. “We should get going before I change my mind and head home.”

He audibly swallowed past a lump in his throat. “Well—maybe that’s best. Yeah, I can wait until tomorrow.”

You eyed him incredulously. “You’re going to stay here until tomorrow. You’re insane, get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“And I’d rather not grow old and die here.” You countered. “C’mon, Jihoon. Your admirer asked you to help them be brave, how exactly is this helping them?”

He had to admit, you had a point. If they were brave enough to put their feelings out there, he had to at least meet them half way.

Sighing loudly, he started to pry his fingers off his desk. “Alright, fine. We’ll do things your way.”

You rolled your eyes for perhaps the hundredth time. “You’re absolutely insufferable. Why do I hang out with you?”

“Because I’m funny.” He said with the most serious face in the world.

Which actually made you laugh.

“I hate you.” You chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get going while we’re still young.”

Jihoon inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm himself down.

This is just the beginning.

Except—it wasn’t.

He stood in the courtyard, seemingly alone, with the note that brought him there clutched tight in his hand. As his moral support you were keeping your distance, as promised, but no one else joined you. Minutes passed and he did his best to remain hopeful. It was hard, especially when a familiar voice nagged at the back of his mind. The same one he struggled with every day to ignore.

No one would ever like you, so why did you bother thinking otherwise?

While the negative thoughts slowly took over, Jihoon didn’t know what to do next. He was defeated, almost destroyed. And even though you walked up behind him and took his hand in yours, it did little to stop the bitter tears from welling in his eyes.

“I should’ve known…” He whispered angrily. “This was all just—a joke. It’s always a joke. Who could ever like me?”

“Stop it, Jihoon.” You hissed at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “They said they were scared, maybe they couldn’t follow through with it. Maybe they were afraid of being rejected. You never know what’s going through someone’s head. Don’t beat yourself up, okay?”

Nothing you said was going to make him feel better. He quickly wrenched himself from your grip and backed away from you.

“I’m going home.” He clipped. “Bye.”

Before he left, he made sure to crumple up the note and toss it at your feet. When his heart was broken, he wore it on his sleeve. You understood what Jihoon was feeling, he had been living with an extremely low self esteem due to his height and his general inability to make friends for as long as you knew him. He was quiet, shy, reserved, he was slow to open up to others and hesitant to trust. That’s why you tried to be excited for him, and now that things hadn’t gone as planned in more ways than one your heart ached just like his.

The next day, Jihoon strolled into class like a drunk zombie. By the looks of him, he hadn’t slept a wink. Too busy being destroyed by his own thoughts to bother with anything like sustenance or sleep. He took up his seat beside you, and you immediately shoved your desk into his.

“Still upset?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

Sluggishly he lifted his head up and then quickly dropped it back down.

It was worse than you thought.

“Are you going to talk to me today?” You teased in an attempt to get a reaction. “Or am I going to have to go bother Hansol?”

Grumbling slightly, the barely responsive mass that was your best friend raised his hand and dropped a crumpled wad of paper on your desk. At first, you assumed it was just another one of his letters. They weren’t uncommon when he was feeling—unwell.

But it was another note from his secret admirer.

You were startled because he didn’t usually stop at his locker in the morning.

Lee Jihoon, it started similarly.

I’m sorry for not showing up yesterday, I was scared. I couldn’t bring myself to face you, please don’t be mad at me. I’d like to keep writing you letters, if that’s okay. Let’s get to know each other and maybe one day I can be brave again.

Once you were finished reading, you immediately began analyzing Jihoon’s face again. You had never seen him look like this before, completely vacant. While he was hard to read to the entire world, he was always an open book to you. Now reading him was nearly impossible even with your expertise.

“What are you gonna do?”

He shrugged lazily. “I don’t know. Sit here for the rest of eternity. Wait for the soft embrace of death.”

“Jihoon.” You exasperated. “We both know you’re not actually going to do that.”

Except he actually might and you actually couldn’t take that chance.

“Are you going to write them a letter?” You tried, again. “Maybe that will work out better.”

“I already did.” He murmured. “I don’t think they want to read it though.”

“Jesus Christ…” You groaned loudly, taking Jihoon’s face in your hands and looking him dead in his lifeless eyes. “They still like you, they’re scared and human like the rest of us, it is not the end of the world! Give them another chance and stop being such a goddamn drama queen!”

Silence. Pure unadulterated and perfectly aggravating silence.

“Alright, you leave me no choice. I’m bringing out the big guns.”

Being careful to keep an eye on the teacher, you pulled out your phone and started texting Jihoon’s mother. According to your message, you and Jihoon were going to be studying late at the library, and he would probably need to spend the night at your house. Which wasn’t a complete lie, maybe you would get some studying done. But, in all honesty, you had other things in mind.

“Take your pick.” You instructed, a box set in each hand. “Descendants of the Sun, or Record of Youth.”

Immediately after school, you dragged your best friend to your house and sat him down in front of the TV. Your parents didn’t even question it when you told them this intervention was a matter of life and death, that the patient might need to be admitted for the night. They simply let you do what needed to be done.

Jihoon, who had been relatively catatonic for the past 24 hours, finally showed a glimmer of something. He gave the slightest suggestion of a nod towards Descendants of the Sun and you happily popped in the first disk. As you claimed a spot beside him, popcorn and banana milk in tow, he naturally relaxed against you. You were the only person who got to see him unguarded like that, the only person he himself would allow. And while he was typically someone who kept his true self hidden from the world, there was a part of him that would forever belong only to you.

“Thanks.” He practically whispered, resting his head on your shoulder. “I—I needed this.”

“I know.” You smiled. “Are you ready to talk yet?”

He sighed heavily. “No. Not really. I still have a lot of thinking to do.”

“Well, if you need help thinking you know where I’ll be.” You offered without wanting to seem pushy.

If you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn he actually chuckled.

“Yeah. I do.”

Little by little, your best friend was slowly returning to normal—or as close to normal as you’ve ever seen him. Eventually he started getting sucked into the drama, going rigid when things got tense, and actively pretended he wasn’t crying whenever You Are My Everything played. It was, overall, a job well done. You could sleep easy knowing that Jihoon would be just fine. As you drifted off, you felt him hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Everything was going to be okay.

And if only to prove that point, the next day was nothing like the one before. Jihoon was back to his old self as if nothing had happened at all. Just another Thursday without a word or whisper about the chaotic tornado his secret admirer had unleashed onto your day-to-day life. He even had a letter for you to read by the time lunch rolled around. Apparently, some freshman irritated him over something seemingly small. At least—to you it seemed barely worth mentioning. But nothing ever really felt small to Jihoon. It was all or nothing, always living in black and white. Which meant that almost everything was important to him in some way. So you read the letter, and you edited it gladly.

Once you were done, he had something else for you. Another note from the admirer.

“This is the third one, right?” You murmured, glancing it over once before looking up at him. “Have you written back yet? Besides the one where I assumed you insulted their very existence with your entire arsenal of hurtful words.”

The blush crawling up his neck was an answer in and of itself, but the thick stack of paper he pulled out of his backpack solidified it.

“I’ve tried a few times.” He admitted hesitantly. “Nothing I write is good enough.”

“Oh, only a few times?” You teased, knowing full well that Jihoon’s definition of a few was the same as calling Jane Eyre a short shopping list. “What’s got you so stuck? Usually you have no issues penning essays over trivial things like cracks in the sidewalk.”

His brow furrowed defiantly. “Hey, proper sidewalk and road maintenance is important to modern infrastructure. If we start overlooking cracks in the pavement, then what? What about traffic lights? Can we afford to allow a single bulb to go out? No, of course not. That’s anarchy.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Jihoon…” You started with an exasperated look. “I was joking.”

Trying to hide the fact that his blush was turning a deep crimson, and failing quite miserably, he pulled a paper from the stack and put it back in his bag. Also something he tried, and failed, to hide from you.

“Are you kidding me!” You laughed, raking a hand down your face. “Did you seriously have a letter in that pile you were going to send to our congressman?”

“No—yes—ugh!” He groaned. “Can we forget about the stupid sidewalk for a second! That’s not important right now! Help me! How do I do this?”

Deciding you had teased your best friend enough, you placed your chin in your hand and smiled at him. “How do you do what, exactly? I’ve never had anything to do with the letters you write, I just read them so someone knows how you’re feeling.”

Who were you kidding, you could never tease Jihoon enough.

He rolled his eyes so hard that he rolled his whole head with them. “Like you’ve ever needed further insight into my head, you always know what I’m thinking before I do.”

True.

“But I don’t understand the first thing about—this.” He finished with a labored sigh, gesturing sharply to the handwritten novel in front of him. “You know that better than anyone.”

Again, he was telling the truth. In the years you had known Jihoon he had never developed serious feelings towards someone else. He had barely entertained the notion since entering high school. He always talked himself out of it because feelings were complicated and bothersome. Plus, he was terrified of being rejected. Like most people are. His intrusive thoughts just so happened to be louder than most.

“I hate to break it to you, Jihoon,” You started in a whisper, “no one knows the first thing about this. Not even me. The only person who can help you is yourself.”

His sour expression made it obvious that he obviously didn’t like your response. “Great. Super helpful. Thank you for your continued wisdom.”

When he moved away from you, you grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him back in. “Why do you always stop listening to me when I’m about to make my point?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Because it takes you forever to fucking get there.”

“Alright, you got me there.” You chuckled. “Listen, I’m not kidding when I say that you’ve got to do this one on your own. As much as I can usually sense what feelings are doing somersaults in your stomach, this is a first for you and therefore a first for me. I’ve never seen you like this before, so unfortunately you’ve got to discover this one on your own.”

As you spoke, his features slowly softened until all that remained was a very nervous teenager who didn’t want to screw up his first real chance at love. That’s all Jihoon was at his core, that’s all anyone was.

But you had to admit he almost looked kind of cute.

Almost.

“How do you always know what to say?” He grumbled while crossing his arms. “It’s annoying.”

“You’ve got a really weird way of saying thank you.” You smirked playfully. “Well, maybe this last nugget of advice will get you started in the right direction.”

“Why are you always—” He seethed through his teeth. “How are you still not at whatever your point is!”

You shrugged, because you honestly had no clue. “I'll get there when I get there. You want to hear it or not—”

“Spit. It. Out.”

“Now is that anyway to—”

Wow. You stopped, suddenly fearing for your measly life. If looks could kill—

“Alright, alright, you win.” You conceded. “If you’re having issues writing a letter to your secret admirer, here’s my advice. Stop trying to put words to your feelings and start putting feelings into words. You’re spending too much time trying to say it perfectly that you’re not saying it at all. It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else, it doesn’t even need to make sense to you. So long as you put them out into the world, they’ll be heard and one day they’ll be understood. You get me?”

The look on his face was—strange. You had a hard time placing it, which should’ve been weirder than it was. In fact, you were seeing lots of different sides to Jihoon lately, sides you never thought existed. This time his eyes widened, the aforementioned scarlet blush had disappeared, and there was a radiance to him that you had never seen before. Like suddenly he could see clearly through the storm of his thoughts.

“Thank you.” He exhaled with a smile. “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

Feeling triumphant, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I’m starting to wonder what you’d do without me, Jihoon. Three days and you’ve been completely undone and redone by this letter.”

“Letters are powerful things.” He muttered. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives. You taught me that.”

“I guess I’m a pretty good teacher.” You boasted, giving him a squeeze. “Despite the fact that I’m actually quite terrible with words.”

He shrugged off your arm. “Except you always know what to say, how exactly does that work?”

“Just because I can make you see reason doesn’t mean I’m good with words.” You laughed easily. “That simply means that I’ve perfected the art of understanding the impossible. Lee Jihoon. I can’t use words like you do. Trust me I’ve tried, I can never get the words right.”

For a moment, he didn’t have any sort of response. Which was definitely weird. It was a well-known fact that he was terrible with the sorts of words he had to speak, but he didn’t have issues when talking to you. That’s because you were friends, best friends. There had never been this sort of unnerving silence before. Not that you could remember, anyway.

What is going on in your head, Jihoon? You found yourself wondering since you couldn’t read his face. Have you started to figure it out?

“Sorry, I was thinking.” He muttered suddenly, shaking his head. “But I know what I need to write now. Will you read this one too? Even if it gets pretty long?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed with a smile. “When have I ever shied away from a challenge?”

The soft glisten in his eyes made your heart flutter.

“Never.”

When the bell rang and you parted ways, you wondered if Jihoon had ever written you a letter.

Well there’s a first time for everything.

For the next week, he was in full writer mode. And there were no more notes from his secret admirer, not that you expected there to be any. Every chance he got he was scribbling something down on whatever surface he could get his hands on. Textbooks, paper, his arm, he was more inspired than you’d ever seen before and nothing was going to stop him. He didn’t even come over to your house over the weekend, a ritual you hadn’t broken in the ten plus years you had known each other. It was a lonely week, for sure, but you knew it was for a good cause.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he approached you in the courtyard with a single sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hey…” He started uneasily, his grip tightening. “How’re you?”

Seriously? You mused to yourself with a smile. “I’m good, how’s the writing?”

“Done.” He clipped. “And—I think I covered everything.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, eyeing the sheet of paper. “With all of that writing I thought you’d have a novel for me.”

He shook his head, while a blush crawled up his neck. “Sometimes being concise is more effective than being overly wordy.”

“That’s true.” You grinned. “Easier for me to edit anyway.”

Nodding, he shoved the paper into your hand. “Here. Take your time, I don’t want you to rush it.”

“I won’t.” You promised, resisting the urge to start reading right away. “I know you put a lot of thought into this.”

With that, he turned around and walked off without another word. Leaving you holding something that looked like little more than pen ink on paper, but felt like a confession on fire. Once he was out of eyesight, you exhaled a breath you had been holding unintentionally and started reading.

To the person I have never loved before. It began, and you weren’t prepared for the roller coaster you had willingly climbed into.

This isn’t for the person I’ve loved all along, no. This is for you, someone who managed to stir my emotions more than a raging monsoon with only a few words and the hint of a promise. Who are you? I wondered to myself, because you were without equal. How could I have missed you? You were extraordinary. You didn’t have a face, all I had of you was a letter slipped into my locker, you were a ghost and I was set ablaze by your words. I had never felt like that before, my heart was unprepared. As was I. You made me question everything, and made me realize things I had never seen before.

What I felt for you wasn’t love, even though I thought it was at first. You presented me with feelings I decided I would never feel, so I could only assume that it was love. I felt like a live wire, ready to spark at a moment's notice. All I could think about was you. The infinite options and scenarios I dreamt up, all because of you, was astronomical. It was exhilarating, and I found myself drunk on the endless possibilities that you presented me. What else could make me feel that way, if it wasn’t love?

The answer was one I didn’t expect, and it hit me like a tsunami. I started to feel that way towards someone I already know. Someone who has cared for me more than anyone should, they have been my best friend for years so how could I suddenly feel the same way? How could my friendship for them become intertwined with the love I thought was solely reserved for you? And how could I have missed it after being enveloped by their warmth for so long?

You changed all of that. You made me see clearly for the first time in years and I was completely undone. Everything I knew was suddenly challenged, my feelings towards the most important person in my life changed without any warning, and I didn’t know what to do. How could I ask them, a friend, to see me as anything more? I was lost, trapped in an endless loop of destructive thoughts and desire. Desperately wanting to scream my feelings from the rooftop while fearing the voice that would have to put words to them. Your feelings for me awakened my feelings for them, and suddenly the words that have given me comfort for so long escaped me.

Still, you helped me.

In ways I can only thank with this letter.

You helped me because you are the one who told me to start writing letters. It’s always been you. You are the one who has given my thoughts meaning when I struggled to communicate with the world. One that could never understand someone like me. You are the one who wrote me a letter, asking a coward to help you be brave. It took me a while to realize that you were one and the same, but I picked up on the hints you left behind. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out.

Would you have showed up had I not asked you to come with me? I think about that often, were you only afraid because my initial thought was that there was no way it could be you? The impossible notion that my best friend could love me anymore than they already do? I have a thousand more questions I want to ask you, but I think I’m brave enough now to ask you in person.

So I’m going to end this letter here, because you deserve so much more than the words I’ve hidden behind for years. A letter I started to write for someone I thought I didn’t know, to the person I’ve never loved before. Funny, how it ended up being a letter to the person I’ve loved all along.

As you read the last line, tears already streaming down your face, you had never felt happier.

“You figured it out.” You whispered, almost in disbelief. “For a second there I thought you never would.”

You don’t know when Jihoon came back, but he was suddenly standing in front of you taking your hand in his. “It really shouldn’t have taken me that long, I’ve only seen your handwriting a thousand times before.”

Laughter bubbled past your lips as you dried your tears with your sleeve. “I was terrified that you would’ve figured me out from the very beginning. Looks like I really give you too much credit sometimes.”

“You do.” He agreed. “So, what did you think of the letter? Any edits you can think of?”

“This isn’t the type of letter that needs editing.” You stated plainly. “It would take away from the author’s meaning.”

“What would that be?” He asked, clearly teasing you. “Enlighten me.”

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no way. It’s your letter, why don’t you tell me what it’s supposed to mean?”

Part of him didn’t want to make it easy, that much you knew with absolute certainty. But, for the sake of time and your poor heart, he would let you off the hook. Just this once.

“That I love you.” He said softly. “More than anything else.”

Choking out a sob, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

“I love you too, Jihoon.”

In the end, neither of you were good with words, but you only needed to know what to say to each other.

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in cinders | 6 | ramifications

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 24,362 words / 9 chapters

summary: You’re just trying to fairy godmother your best friend into a happily ever after. If only the prince would stop hanging around and cooperate.

tags: cinderella AU, prince!Shouto, romance, misunderstandings, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

Morning brought with it a castle guard.

A sharp knock split the silence of your sleeping quarters but there was no one to rouse. You and Ochako had both sat awake, neither able to sleep a wink after discovering the dress missing. You had considered running, but there wasn’t time to get far enough before you were discovered. So instead you sat, mulling over your options.

With a heaviness weighing down your limbs, you dressed and tied your hair back. Opening the door, you found a soldier in the red livery of the Todoroki guardsmen. You stared.

“Lady Utsushimi wishes to see you.” he said.

You nodded. “Please take me to her.”

You followed him up a long series of twisting hallways. An eerily familiar fear crept into the hollows between your bones. You had escaped with your life the last time you’d been marched up these halls. You doubted you would be so lucky a second time.

Finally, your path ended before a grand set of double-doors. A sharp series of knocks let you inside.

The Lady Camie Utsushimi sat primly on a loveseat, dressed in a green gown that brought out the ruddy blonde of her hair. You noted with a sinking heart a familiar blue fabric pooled in her lap.

She gestured for the guardsman to close the door behind him - and with an earsplitting creak, you were left alone. You stood in silence, hardly daring to breathe.

Lady Utsushimi shifted. “Prince Shouto’s birthday celebration was held a few evenings ago. Did you know it?”

You nodded, eyes glued to her slender form.

“At the ball, I had the good fortune of meeting a lady named Kamiko Ito, wearing a fetching blue gown with silver about the sleeves. It looked quite beautiful, just the sort of thing I’d wear. In fact, I was almost certain that I had a gown remarkably similar in style and cut.”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

She continued, “Imagine my surprise when my own dress was returned to me after I’d sent it to be laundered, with silver on the sleeves.”

To your horror, her slender fingers parted to reveal a thin silver ribbon twined between them.

“You could imagine my shock,” she said, “when I thanked the servant who came to return my dress to me and discovered that she was called Kamiko Ito. Only, she certainly wasn’t the Kamiko Ito that I remembered from Shouto’s birthday.”

She got to her feet, picking her way delicately over to you. You held still, though you could feel that you were quaking like a leaf in a windstorm.

“The Kamiko Ito that I met that night was somewhat shorter. I would even guess she was just about your height. It was difficult to make out her face through the mask, but I’d say her eyes were just your color as well. And her hair - that evening she wore it unbound.”

A tug at the back of your head had your hair spilling down your shoulders. You felt frozen, like your limbs were trapped in quicksand. You felt like the mouse in the moments before the cat pounced - the jaws hadn’t yet closed around you, but you were caught.

“Tell me why you did it,” she said, gaze burning into yours. Her eyes were dark, so brown they were nearly black.

You panicked. Would she trace you back to the Lady Uraraka as well? You needed to stop her from bringing Ochako into this.

“I have no reason. I wanted a night of revelry.”

She stayed quiet, studying you intently.

Maybe you needed to switch tacts. Maybe angering her would work. Get her furious enough with you to cloud her judgement, furious enough to order you to the gallows without pausing for further inquiry. You were good at raising blood to a boil, if Kamiko was any judge.

“I’m sick of making food for you pompous cowards,” you spat, letting a sneer cross your face. “I’m sick of scrubbing your floors and washing your pans. I wanted to send a message. I did it to stomp all over your ballroom, get my filthy hands all over your pretty gown and your fine food and your prince.”

Something curious entered her gaze. “Really. Well you certainly were trying to keep a low profile for someone supposedly so furious.”

You said nothing.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with a Lady Uraraka would it? The way Shouto tells it, you were quite keen to foist her off on him. She wouldn’t happen to be a servant as well, would she?”

Your blood froze over in your veins, your heart screeching to a halt in your chest.

“Leave her out of this,” you said quickly. “She has nothing to do with this. This was my idea.”

At that, a victorious smile crossed Lady Utsushimi’s features.

“Oh I don’t think so. She was dressed just as finely as you were. Whose dress did she steal?”

You panicked. “No one’s! I made it. Please, she has nothing to do with this. I made her go.”

Lady Utsushimi cocked her head to the side. “I think I will have you tell me all of it and I will be the judge. If I think you’re honest enough with me, no harm will come to your friend. If I think you’re lying, however…”

She trailed off. She turned and gestured you over to the loveseat. “Come sit.”

You shook your head, grasping your soot-stained skirts and glancing meaningfully at her clean chair. “I will stand.”

A hard look sharpened her pretty features. “I will not ask again. Sit.”

You perched on the edge of the loveseat, taking care to touch as little of the delicate fabric as possible.

“Now,” she fixed you with a look. “Tell me all of it.”

All at once, the words came rushing out of you, bubbling up like bile in your throat, desperate to come out. You told her about that day in the kitchens, Ochako’s feelings for the prince, the crestfallen look in her eyes. You spilled words about the dress and the late nights spent bent over the pink fabric. You told her about Ochako’s cold feet, about your insistence, about the tug through the secret doorway you gave her.

She said nothing as you talked, an unreadable look on her aristocratic face.

You told her about pinching a dress from the laundry rooms, the shove you gave Ochako in front of the prince. You babbled about the stupid soba and the fear you had felt when Lady Utsushimi herself had complimented your dress. Your cheeks darkened as you even spilled your nonsense about stepping on Prince Shouto’s toes, the ribbon he pulled from your sleeve. You had tried to get away from him; you had only meant to be there for the food.

At this, Lady Utsushimi chuckled. “Only there for the food,” she murmured, smiling a little.

You halted.

“Please, my lady. It was all my idea - Ochako did not know what I had planned. She didn’t eat anything and she didn’t touch the prince. Please don’t hurt her.”

Lady Utsushimi’s dark eyes flicked over you, from your messy hair to your sooty skirts.

“That day in the prince’s quarters,” she said, “why didn’t you tell him?”

You shot to your feet in a blind panic. “Please you can’t tell him! Ochako doesn't know any of what happened - the necklace was my idea."

"Why slip it into his food if you weren't going to lead him to her?"

You bit your lip. "I didn’t know he was so angry; I thought he wanted her.”

She gave you a searching look. “You think he was angry?”

You stared at her. “He was looking for the Lady Ito.”

She arched a delicate brow.

You gestured helplessly, frustrated at having to explain the obvious. She claimed to be an old friend of his, shouldn't she know him better? “I stomped on his toes. I dismissed him! Him, the lord of our lands - on his own birthday!”

She was quiet for a moment. “And your friend Ochako, she loves him. Is that why you didn’t tell her?”

You nodded, exhaling shakily. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Lady Utsushimi inspected an elegant nail. “And what do you think of him?”

You stared at her. You could feel your mouth hanging open a little, like a fish on the end of a hook.

She glanced up. “I'm sorry, do you take offense at the question?”

“It’s not my place to think of him.”

She scoffed, then patted the loveseat next to her again. “Your friend certainly believes it’s hers--sit down, I won’t tell you again.”

You sank back onto the loveseat, resting carefully on the edge.

Lady Utsushimi made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. “You will sit properly and you will tell me what you think of the prince.”

You glanced up in question, and she gestured to her own posture, reclined easily into the velvet cushions. You scooted back as far as you dared, cringing at the thought of all the soot you were going to leave on the bright fabric. She would be furious when you got back up.

“Now answer the question,” she prompted.

You bit your lip. “Prince Shouto is very, um, regal.”

To your surprise, Lady Utsushimi let out an unladylike snort. “Shouto is many things but that is not one of them. Try again, and be honest.”

You thought back to the ball. “He’s--he can be quite serious.”

She flapped a hand at you to continue. Your mind ran through the encounter in the kitchens.

“Um but at one point, I think he...he teased me? He’s confusing.”

She gestured again.

“Um, he’s quite powerful, like they say. His magic is incredible.”

At this, Lady Utsushimi leaned forward in interest. “He didn’t say he showed you his magic!”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t at the ball. I ran into him in the kitchens yesterday. He showed me his flames.”

Her eyebrows seemed to climb into her hairline. “He showed you his flames?”

You nodded.

She settled back into her seat. “Well, well. It seems I don’t have to interfere as much as I thought.”

Your brows knitted together but she didn’t explain herself.

“What do you think of his appearance?”

Your heart rate skyrocketed. What kind of question was that to ask a servant?

Lady Utsushimi’s gaze went skyward. “Dear god it’s like pulling teeth.” She prodded you with an elegant hand.

“Um, he’s. He’s quite handsome.”

“The scar doesn’t bother you?” she asked.

You’d shot her a bewildered look before you could remember your manners. “No! No--no, he’s. Um, still quite handsome.”

She didn’t bother to hide her smirk.

“Well then. Tell me, what would be your ideal outcome from this little tete a tete? I now know everything about your plan but I promised I would not hurt your friend.”

Your eyes shot to hers. “Please don’t say anything about Ochako! She had nothing to do with my plans.”

She gave you a considering look. “And you? Don’t you care if you are punished for acting above your station?”

Of course you did. God you would give anything to be a million miles from here. But you knew from experience that groveling for your own mercy did nothing. Mercy had never stayed the housekeeper’s hand nor quieted Kamiko’s complaints. It was best to own up to what you had done and hope the punishment came swiftly.

“What I did was wrong,” you said carefully. “I will accept the consequences of my actions.”

Lady Utsushimi looked at you. To your surprise, she smiled.

“I won’t tell Shouto - for now. But I have decided on your punishment. You will return here, the day after next. You will have tea with me.”

You stared. Had you misheard her? You would do what?

What game was she playing? Was this a noble’s idea of punishment? Was she prolonging the suspense until you returned, only to find Captain Bakugou waiting with the execution squad?

Lady Utsushimi laughed. “Don’t look so terrified. It’s just tea. I promise I don’t bite.”

“My lady, I am afraid I don’t understand.”

Lady Utsushimi smiled, getting to her feet. “Nor do you need to. Now it’s time for you to run along. I’m afraid I have other appointments this morning.”

You climbed to your feet, following her to the door. She ordered the guard outside to return you to the kitchens, then waved you off from the doorway. As you followed the guardsman back through the maze of hallways, you felt just as twisted up as the corridors.

What exactly had just happened?

Lady Utsushimi’s odd request hung over you in the days after.

Tea hardly sounded like the corporeal punishment you’d expected, but you couldn’t help wringing yourself in knots over what else she might have had up her elegant sleeve. You worried as you washed vegetables, as you cleaned, and as you tried to sleep. Between your punishment which kept you in the kitchens until well after curfew, and your worrying which kept you awake in the scant hours you had left for sleep, it was a wonder you managed any shut eye at all.

One morning, you found yourself blinking to awareness on the cold stone of the kitchen hearth, and realized you had fallen asleep in the ashes. With a muttered swear, you picked yourself up and swept the remaining ashes into the dustpan, brushing yourself off as best you could and washing your hands in the sink. Smudges of coal dotted your apron, and you could only imagine what your face looked like.

Soft fingers of light outside the window told you what time it was, and with a resigned sigh you set about your work, pulling out pans and the soft clumps of Rikido’s dough that had been left to rise overnight. You found yourself kneading the dough more roughly than usual, channeling all your worries and confusion into the rolling pin.

Which is how he found you, knotting the bread with much more force than was necessary.

“Has the bread done something to insult your honor?”

You jumped, whirling to find Prince Shouto leaning in the doorway.

“Your highness!” you cried, genuflecting.

He stepped further into the kitchens. “You’ve been at it like the bread called your mother a dog.”

You let out a shocked laugh. The words tumbled out before you could stop them, “A swine, I think it was.”

That wry curl sat in the corner of his mouth. “Shall I defend your honor?”

You chuckled. “I will have vengeance enough at the lunch hour.”

The prince came closer, peering over your shoulder curiously. This close, you could feel the temperature differential between the two sides of his body. You tried to ignore the way his proximity made your cheeks heat.

“It appears you’ve had vengeance enough now.”

You glanced at the knot of bread in your hands. The dough pooled over itself in sad lumps, the surface torn where you’d pulled it too harshly through the loops of other dough strands. You hoped it cooked off in the oven, otherwise Rikido was going to be furious with you.

“I suppose I have,” you smiled, trying to smooth it over with your fingers.

“Is something the matter?” Prince Shouto asked. His voice was deeper than you’d remembered, and calm like the still waters of a lake.

You glanced up, surprised. “Nothing, your highness.”

Everything, but telling you would make it worse.

His varicolored gaze raked over you, but he said nothing.

You took a breath. “You’re up early again. Couldn’t sleep?”

He let out a sigh. In the cold of the morning kitchens, it formed a small cloud. “I believe I’ve told you that I’m looking for something.”

Your heart picked up. Had he talked to Lady Utsushimi? Was he here to ask about Ochako? Worse, was he here to drag you off to the dungeons?

Before you could work yourself up into a proper dudgeon, he continued, “I’ve been searching through all the records in my spare time. I’ve been through dozens of the palace’s censuses with Izuku and the Lady Utsushimi’s help. But,” he sighed, “what I seek still escapes me.”

You bit your lip. Was it Ochako? He’d been angry, but he couldn’t be pushing himself this hard, searching this ardently for the Lady Ito. It had to be Ochako, didn’t it?

You understood his frustrations now - there would be no record of the Uraraka family in the books he searched. At least, not of noble origin. What would he do when he found no mention of her line in all the rest? Would he give up his search? Would he realize he’d been fooled?

Before you could reply, the prince changed tacts. “I’ve also--been thinking. About something you said the last time we spoke.”

You could feel your cheeks heating. He’d been thinking of your conversation?

He bent his head a little to catch your eye. “You...you said you couldn’t read, last time.”

You looked up at him curiously, feeling yourself nod.

“Would you,” he started, clearing his throat a little. “Would you like to learn?”

You turned to him in shock. “How would I?”

Prince Shouto shifted, the rigid line of his body looking almost like he was nervous. “I could -- I could teach you.”

You stared. “You could teach me?”

He nodded. The faint tendrils of light from the window caught the white of his hair, flickering off the soft strands like the sun on morning snow.

You gasped. “Yes! I would love to! How do I--? What do I do? I mean, when can we--?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “When is your day of rest?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” you replied.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Tomorrow evening, then. Find me in the library after your dinner.”

You agreed, feeling like your smile was splitting your cheeks.

Prince Shouto nodded again, seeming satisfied and moved away from the worktable. You heard the soft tread of his boots as he made his way to the door. It was quiet a moment, and you thought he had left, until he spoke, "You know, you remind me very much of someone."

You glanced up at him from where you were attempting to rescue the dough. The thought warmed you, somehow, that he should think of you and see someone familiar to him.

"A friend, I hope?"

The prince smiled, something soft and almost secretive. "From what I knew of her, she was a very interesting lady."

You flushed, ducking your head to stare at your hands. He thought you interesting?

Prince Shouto continued, unwary of your discomfiture. "The other morning - that girl who came in as I was leaving. She called you Cinders. Is that your name?"

You almost burst out laughing, your embarrassment immediately forgotten. "She certainly thinks so. But no, I am called Y/N."

He took a step back, that wry smile sitting on his mouth again. “Until tomorrow, then, Y/N.”

You waved, feeling a little giddy. “Until tomorrow.”

And then you were left alone in the kitchens again, the suddenness of his offer settling around your shoulders.

Tomorrow you would have tea with Lady Utsushimi and learn to read from Prince Shouto.

What exactly had gotten into the nobility?

#fanfic #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #boku no hero academia

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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The Smell of You-Part 6

Hi there! This is another installment (and the second to last!) of my BTS!Vampire one-shot. You can find parts 1-5 on my Masterlist!

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS!Vampires, Bangtan!Vampires, BTS One-shot, Fluff, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you, Poly!BTS, BTS x you, Vampire AU

Genre: Fluff

“(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you again!”

You look up from your drink as the overly cheerful voice floats through the crowd and Marilyn Wong appears before you out of thin air, a large smile on her lips, a flute of champagne held in her hand, dressed head to toe in an elegant, and most likely, expensive pink pantsuit.

“Marilyn.” You say, as she gives you a polite side hug, careful not to spill the martini you hold in your hand.

She pulls back from you, taking a sip of her own drink, before she says lightly with a wave of her and, “You look beautiful, darling! And that Kim Seokjin of yours....” She winks as you both glance toward the platform at the front of the large room, to where Jin stands, shaking hands and chatting with the other men receiving awards tonight. “You must be so proud.”

“I am.” You nod, a slight smile on your lips, as you turn back to the woman whose husband is Jin’s right hand man. “He deserves this.”

There is silence for several seconds, the sound of other chatter filling the air, and then Marilyn motions to your table over your shoulder. “Also, who are all those other dapper young men that have accompanied you tonight?” Her voice is curious, as she peers around you to get a closer look at the other six vampires seated around the table.

“Those are actually Seokjin’s brothers.” You say with hesitation. You’re used to lying now. It wouldn’t do to tell people that you live with a coven of vampires and, oh yeah, you’re their one human mate.

“All six of them?” Marilyn glances at you with wide eyes, and at your nod, she laughs between her teeth in admiration. “Well, Seokjin and his brothers are built like muscular Greek gods. How did their parents manage it? Are they gods themselves?”

You hide your grin behind the rim of your glass. “Something like that.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, would you please take your seats so we can begin?” The announcer’s voice echoes over the sound system from the front of the room.

“I guess that’s our cue.” You smile at Marilyn, as she nods once more and bids you farewell, ducking back through the crowds to her own table, while you go in the opposite direction to yours.

Settling down into your seat between Yoongi and Namjoon as the announcer starts to speak again, you carefully fold your dress around your legs and set down your drink, as the two older vampires flash questioning looks in your direction.

“What?” You mouth at them, trying to keep quiet as the chatter dies down.

“Wasn’t that Marilyn Wong?” Namjoon whispers back, glancing across the room to where Marilyn now sits beside her husband.

At your affirming nod, Yoongi leans into your other side, breathing into your ear, “What were you two talking about? We saw you looking over to us.”

You grin, reaching out beneath the table cloth to lay a hand on Namjoon’s sturdy thigh, your other hand finding Yoongi’s and entertwining his fingers with your own before you murmur back, eyes flicking up to the front of the stage as the announcer begins, “She wanted to know who the six good looking men escorting me tonight were.”

“What’d you tell her?” Taehyung leans around Yoongi to flash you a smug smile, his brows raising beneath the dark bangs of his curly hair, already escaping from its cage of gel.

You shrug, once again looking toward the stage as the first businessman stands to accept his award. “I told her that all seven of you were my vampire lovers, and that you’d let me out of your sex dungeon long enough to see Jin’s ceremony.”

Namjoon chokes on his drink, instantly leaning into a coughing fit at your words, and Taehyung chuckles, trying to contain his laughter as he holds his sides, giving you a wink through tears of mirth before he sits back and out of view behind Yoongi.

Leaning back in your chair as they finally call Jin’s name, hiding the smile that’s still on your lips, hands still on Yoongi and Namjoon, your stomach fills with warmth and pride as the oldest accepts his award, and his six younger brothers cheer louder than anyone else in the room.

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Looking up when the bathroom door opens, you lean on the edge of the tub and grin, as Jin enters the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his bronze chest gleaming in the flickering candlelight.

“There’s the man of the hour.” You say teasingly, as he drops the towel and wastes no time in sliding into the bathtub full of warm water, settling in behind you, his legs stretching out on either side of your naked body to fill the large tub.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles good naturedly, arms sliding naturally around your waist to pull you close against him, skin slightly chilled still. He presses a lingering kiss to your temple, breathing you in, his nose pushed into the edge of your hairline, where the hair is curled in wet tendrils from the heat against your damp skin. “Thanks for coming tonight, Princess.”

“Are you kidding?” You glance over your shoulder at him, slight surprise on your face at his words. “I wouldn’t have missed it!”

“You wanted to converse with stuffy board men and their wives that badly, huh?” Jin jokes, fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your sides, his movements in the oily water sending new waves of perfume-lavender and lilac and roses-into the humid bathroom air.

“Actually.” You run your own fingers along his forearms in a soothing, repetitive motion beneath the warm water, smiling softly to yourself. “I just wanted to see Kim Seokjin in a suit again that badly.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your back. “Oh, I see. So you’re turned on by the fact that your boyfriend is a stuffy board man.”

“Something like that.” You tease back lightly, as he laughs again, the sound familiar and comforting and warm.

You both fall into silence for a few moments, the only sound the water lapping gently against the edges of the large claw foot tub, and the slight hissing and cracking of the candles that bathe the room in a yellow light.

In the quiet, you find yourself thinking about earlier, when Marilyn had commented on the boys.

Muscular Greek Gods.

You couldn’t deny that all seven of the vampire brothers were handsome-no, more than that-they were enchanting, but there was a part of you that forgot, or chose to ignore, the large and very obvious gap between their appearance, their aura, and your own, although it was always made abundantly clear to you when a stranger commented on how beautiful they were.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you feel Jin’s lips caress the skin below your ear, and as he moves downward, carefully planting gentle and soft kisses down the length of your neck and across the bare, wet skin of your shoulder, you shiver pleasantly beneath his touch, and it’s enough to almost distract you from what you were just thinking about.

Almost.

“Jin.” You murmur, turning your head slightly to the side, so that his lips have easier access to the naked flesh of your throat as he continues to press kisses all over your skin. “Can I ask you something?”

He pauses, his breaths cool against your flushed skin, his lips still lightly brushing across the base of your collarbone, and then he says, “Anything, princess.”

“It’s just....” You hesitate, trying to collect your scrambled thoughts, as Jin, who isn’t helping your thinking process, continues to run his lips on various routes across your throat, his hands tickling your sides beneath the perfumed bath water. “You and the other boys, you’re vampires. And you’re gorgeous.” He pauses once again, and you feel him pull back slightly, his eyes going to your face, though you do your best to avoid his gaze as you continue. “I guess, sometimes, I just wonder, why you picked me?”

There is a moment of silence, as if Jin is contemplating what you said, and then he asks, fingers going still against your hipbones, “Picked you? You mean why did we choose you as our mate?”

You nod, suddenly feeling even more unsure of yourself, as you hear the slight surprise in his words. “I mean, you didn’t all have to share one mate. And you definitely could have had your pick-you didn’t have to pick a human. So why me?”

Jin sighs, and you worry, only for the briefest moment, that he is angry with you, before he sits back against the porcelain wall of the tub, tugging you back against him, and wrapping his arms tighter around your middle, he says quietly, “(Y/N). Would you like me to list all the reasons why we love you? Why you’ve completely captured and held the attention of seven men who you obviously, and very wrongly, think could have done better?”

He must take your silence for affirmation, because he reaches up, brushing some of the wet hair sticking to your skin away from the nape of your neck, before he says seriously, his tone soft, but firm, “You are the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something, because I’ve been around for a long time.” He chuckles beneath his breath, his fingers now stroking and tracing the length of your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “You’re hard working and independent. You could have given up your job when you moved in, we’d take care of you easily, but you’ve always wanted to pull your weight. And.” He pauses, and you resist the urge to look over your shoulder at him, as you feel him press his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before he continues, voice barely above a murmur, “You, my princess, are absolutely, positively captivating, tempting, enticing. No one, and I mean no one, has ever captured all of our attention so fully, at the same time. You have absolutely possessed us all.”

He falls into silence, face still buried against your skin, and you think over his words, hands going up to blindly stroke down the sides of his face where it rests on your shoulder, chin digging into your flesh.

“I’m a very cherished and revered blood bag.” You can’t resist the tease, as you finally glance over at him, his eyes dark as they meet your own, a hint of a sardonic smile crossing his lips at your joke.

“Ah, you’re more than your blood. That’s for sure, princess.” Jin retorts back, fingers making their way up your bare sides to rest on your shoulders. “However,” His pupils widen slightly, as he reaches up with his hand to tilt your head gently, revealing more of your throat, the skin sticky with the humidity filling the air. “I will admit, the taste of you is what keeps me up at night.”

A tense feeling of coiled, expectant pleasure fills your stomach at his honest words, and he leans toward you, lips once again brushing the skin at the base of your throat, his mouth fitting perfectly into the curve of the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, and you close your eyes in anticipation, waiting for the familiar feel of his teeth to touch your skin.

You jump slightly, when the prick of his fangs start their descent into your flesh, his teeth cool against your warm skin, but the pain doesn’t last long, not long at all, and before you know it you’re sinking back against him, his strong arms holding you upright, as you give into the utter and complete feeling of pleasure and wholeness that the kiss of a vampire brings.

You’re aware, through the haze, of the bobbing of Jin’s throat as he drinks, the sound of your blood slipping past his teeth and into his mouth, before it slides down his throat, happy to serve and fulfill him.

And then he’s separating from you, and you open your eyes, as the hard coolness of his fangs is replaced by the warmth and softness of his tongue, tracing circles across your skin as he seals his holes, joining the countless others that are in multiple states of healing from the weeks before, from other feedings, from other brothers.

“Now. Let me ask you something, princess.” Jin’s voice is low in your ear, as you continue to snuggle back against him, his arms still holding you upright in the now fading warmth of the bath water. “Do you ever wish for a different life than this?”

“No.” You shake your head seriously, glancing up at him, his serious expression and question clearing the remaining fog from your brain. “Never.”

He studies you for a moment, before a smile breaks through onto his plush, pink lips, and leaning down, he presses a kiss to your upturned forehead. “Good.”

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Ownership - Chapter 3 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is pure porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged let me know. You can find my AO3 here

Warnings: Sexting, Harassment, Dirty talk, Sexual tension, Kylo Ren is a warning, Begging, Pet names, Ground rules, The start of a beautiful BDSM relationship is coming, Teasing

Chapter 3

Cora Ardmore

Two weeks and Kylo Ren was still harassing me through text messages. Two weeks and he was still not getting the hint. Two weeks and I was unable to stop myself thinking about him. Work hadn’t been easy with the constant distraction and having to keep this a secret. If this came out to my co-workers I’d be mortified as well as the talk of the office. Fucking someone when you’re supposed to be representing your company was probably a fireable offence. And I would not lose this job, they could pry it from my cold dead hands. My phone lit up, showing me another text notification. Cautiously in my empty office I glanced at the closed door before reaching for the device. Kylo Ren I can’t stop thinking about how good your cunt tastes.

I blinked, having to do a double take. His texts were getting more and more dirty. Heat flared across my cheeks and between my legs. Your so vulgar. Looks like work was going on the back burner yet again. I crossed and uncrossed my legs hoping the heat didn’t grow into an ache. Kylo Ren I’m just honest. If you weren’t so stubborn this could be fun for the both of us. My stubbornness was a result of how wrong it would be. Yet I had to admire his determination. Perhaps I’d indulge him, just a little. Who says I’m not having fun? I added a winking emoji at the end. The second after I sent it, I knew I was likely going to regret it.

But I’d be lying if I said he hadn’t been occupying most of my thoughts lately. Honestly, he was hard not to think about. I’d been going over our night together like it was one of my favourite films, desperately clinging to all the good parts and the fine details. He was hot, that was the understatement of century, he was single, he was rich and didn’t care about spending his money and he was unbelievable in bed. That gentleman charm he’d demonstrated that night was now gone…but maybe I liked how demanding his was, maybe I liked how dirty he was. I’m sure he’d be smirking cockily if he found out I’d touched myself at least three times since our encounter. It was hard not to when I was led in bed at night with only thoughts.

Kylo Ren Careful. It wouldn’t be wise to tease me. Biting at my bottom lip I quickly typed out a response. Why not? What would happen? Fuck it. There was nothing saying I couldn’t have a purely sexual relationship with him. So long as work didn’t get involve it shouldn’t be an issue. I’d never wanted someone so badly as I wanted him. Kylo Ren Why don’t you stop by my place tonight and find out? Or would you prefer dinner first? Dinner wasn’t a bad idea. If it went well then, I would go back to his place, if it didn’t then that would be the end of it. Perhaps I wanted an excuse to dress up and impress him. Dinner sounds good, perhaps if you’re on your best behaviour I’ll go back to your place for dessert. Kylo Ren I’ll pick you up from your place at 6. I’m happy that you’ve finally made the right choice.

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Deciding on an outfit was no easy feat, my bed was currently littered with clothes. I’d settled on a black lace bodysuit for my underwear, probably because it was the sexiest underwear I owned and even then, I knew it wasn’t that impressive. However I couldn’t just go out in this. Something at the back of my wardrobe caught my eye like a magpie spots something shiny. I held out the garment, considering my options. This was the only thing I’d gotten a good feeling about. Slipping into the old dress was easier than expected, the material clinging to my body perfectly. The black inner dress was covered in a layer of black lace complete with long lace sleeves. The dress stopped above my knee and would be complete with some strappy black heels.

Makeup was applied and I tied my hair in a high ponytail. I checked myself over before glancing at the clock. I had enough time to put the essentials into a smaller handbag. Purse, keys, lipstick, mints. Wait, should I pack an overnight bag? Or would that seem too desperate? Too confident? The doorbell rang, giving my answer. No time for an overnight bag, he was here. Taking a deep breath, I headed for the door. I opened the door finding Kylo Ren stood outside in another expensive suit, holding a dozen red roses. Oh. It had been a long time since I’d received flowers romantically. Perhaps he was turning up the gentleman charm again. Either way I appreciated the gesture. His eyes greedily took in every inch of my body, looking about ready to throw himself at me but he remained composed. A part of me wished he had thrown me up against the nearest surface.

I took the flowers from him and placed them inside in the kitchen where I would tend to them later. They’d survive out of water until tomorrow morning. “You look very tempting. I’m considering skipping dinner,” Kylo confessed. Pride filled me; all this effort had paid off. But I couldn’t let him have his way so easy. He’d played a game with me; I’d play one with him. Perhaps he’d make me regret it. “You promised me dinner. I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain,” I said matter of factly. “And you think you’re in a position to make demands?” There was a hint of a warning in his tone. That predatory gaze was back but I remained confident. “At the moment, yeah,” I smirked.

The tension had grown, neither of us backing down. For a moment I thought this would be it, he would definitely drag me in my home by my hair and put me over his knee. Instead he stepped back, allowing me to exit my home and lock up. He opened the passenger car door for me, and I climbed into the Mercedes. Once comfortable in the driver’s seat, Kylo started the engine and put the car into drive. The journey was smooth and comfortable. My gaze settled on his large hands as they gripped the wheel. One hand was big enough to wrap entirely around my wrist or maybe my neck. The thick prominent veins on the backs of his hands made me feel a certain type of way, much like the thickness and length of his fingers. I wanted to take one in my mouth or perhaps take them elsewhere. My body was already craving his touch and he hadn't done a thing. I wanted him to put one of those hands on my knee or maybe my thigh. Just some form of contact during this journey.

The car came to a stop, Kylo coming round to my side of the car to let me out. He led me inside a restaurant named ‘The Oval Room'. It was well known for its fine food and a perfect place to host a business dinner. Kylo gave his name to the front of house and we were led to a small intimate corner table. A place where we wouldn’t be bothered, nobody was sat near us thankfully. I opened up a menu, scanning the pages. I made a choice, now giving the man across from me my full attention. Conversation topics suddenly escaped me and I sat there awkwardly silent. I should have thought of a topic of conversation instead of him fucking me senseless. “How was your day?” I asked. Typically boring question. But I suppose it would get conversation flowing. “Difficult. All I could think about was you,” He answered as if it were the most causal thing in the world. “Oh?”

A server came over, ready to take our order and cutting the conversation short. Kylo recited his order without looking at the menu meaning he was a regular here. Salmon tartare for an appetizer and beef tenderloin for his entrée. The server turned his attention to me, and I gave them my order. Chicken salad and then crab cakes. The server left, Kylo taking the opportunity to lean in a little closer. “Can I ask, what made you change your mind?” He questioned. I should have expected this question and I knew giving him the truth would go straight to his ego. But perhaps I could have some fun with it. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. Especially late at night when I’m alone in bed,” I teased. This definitely got his interest, now giving me one hundred percent of his attention. “And have you touched yourself?” Kylo asked.

I don’t know how he had this level of confidence. How he could ask that in the middle of a restaurant. My cheeks burned at the question. I didn’t have it in me to be so forward, just teasing and suggestive. I was subtle, he was not. “Yes,” I confessed. “How many times?” My fingers curled around the hem of my dress and I chewed the inside of my cheek. Perhaps teasing hadn't been a good idea. It was very obvious I wasn’t good at this game. “Three times,” I finally gave my answer. A hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, contemplating my answer for while. “You’ll have to be punished for that. I’m the only one who makes you cum from now on,” he said matter of factly. I opened my mouth to respond but my brain had since flat lined and couldn’t think of a response. Heat flared between my legs and I crossed them to try and ignore the feeling.

“Do you understand?” He asked, determined to get a response from me. “Y-yes.” He furrowed his brow in a way that meant he wasn’t completely happy with what I’d said. “Yes, sir,” I tried again. “Ground rules, if you want this relationship to work you belong to me and only me. You will refer to me as sir and you will answer to kitten. I expect you to be at my place from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon unless I state otherwise. Our work lives are to be kept separate at all times. Any questions?” He listed. Firstly I needed to wrap my head around the rules. All of them seemed reasonable and easy to follow. Although the pet name was going to take some getting used too. Wait, scratch that, all of this was going to take some getting used too.

“Not at the moment,” I answered. “Good. There's some smaller rules I expect you to follow as well. If I send you clothing or underwear, I expect it to be worn the next time we see each other. Every fortnight you’ll go for a routine grooming session, ranging from waxing to manicure. All of which will be prepaid for by me.” I frowned, that seemed a little controlling. I didn’t like that having my appearance altered was a rule. “Do I get a say in some of these rules? Because I’m not keen on the idea of you changing how I look to suit your fantasies,” I argued. It was his turn to frown, “I never said that. None of my previous toys never had any issues with this rule. They saw it as a gift, a pampering session so to speak.” “I’m not like most women.”

“No. No you’re not. I expect my toys to look their best at all times. And if you want me then you’ll accept that rule.” I scoffed, fine. I’d pretend to go if it got him off my case. I’d never had an interest in having my nails done and I wasn’t about to start just for him. Our appetizers arrived and we ate in a comfortable silence. “Are they any rules you have for me?” He asked. I hadn't considered it until now. I hadn't expected rules overall, I’d just expected a sort of friends with benefits relationship. But it seemed I was in for more than that. “It’s not a rule per say. More just that I ask you go easy on me. In case you haven’t already guessed I am terribly vanilla, and I’m not used to all of…this,” I explained. “Oh I knew that the moment I met you, I could see how innocent you were. In all honesty it makes me want you more, seeing you get all flushed and embarrassed as I talk to you.”

Conversation was thankfully cut short again as our entrees arrived. I was on the verge of rubbing my thighs together for some kind of friction. Kylo took a small bite of his beef, his eyes on me the whole time. “You know I’d much rather be eating your pussy right now,” He stated. I almost choked on my mouthful, a few other tables turning to see if I was alright. Kylo was doing nothing to hide his smirk as he poured me a glass of water from the jug. I took the glass from him and swallowed a few mouthfuls before glaring at him. “Stop it,” I mumbled, now more self-conscious about the nosey diners around us. “Why? You don’t like the thought of me laying you out on this table and eating you out like you’re the best meal I’ve ever had? I bet your dripping at the thought right now. I’d have you running down my chin by the time I’m done with you,” Kylo smirked.

Thankfully this time I didn’t choke on my food. But the sooner I finished this meal the better. Kylo took his time, cutting tiny chunks off his tenderloin and savouring every bite. He wanted to drag this out as long as he could. He literally wanted to make me squirm. “Or would you prefer it if I bent you over the table and fucked you? Which one have you missed more? My tongue or my cock?” He asked. My bottom lip was trapped between my teeth as I did my best to remain calm and composed. But he was not making this easy. Perhaps if I asked nicely enough, he’d take me back to his. He’d want to hear me beg for it. “Sir, please. Please take me back to your place and fuck me,” I gave him my sweetest voice. Kylo smiled triumphantly before calling for the cheque.

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @sweetsec-93, @cltex84, @momobaby227, @jana-banana-fana, @dark-night-sky-99

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paintedrecs · 4 years

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@mad-madam-m tagged me in the “list 5 OTPs from 5 fandoms” meme a couple days ago, which I laughed at her for because (a) she knows my otps FULL WELL (b) our lists are very nearly an exact match (which i am by the way delighted about because half my list right now is full of rare pairs, and I have never before known the hell of treading that landscape alone)

but!

I’m gonna do the meme and double it up as an announcement of what I am currently into and what you’re likely to see on this blog if I start picking up my activity levels a little.

I honestly have no idea how active tumblr is at this point - how many of you are still around, and how many of you I might lose if I start reblogging my other fandoms in addition to Sterek - but after doing a Pillowfort experiment for a while, I think I’ve finally figured out how to use social media again in a way that works better for me.

My old method, before tumblr kinda imploded and fandom got weird (filled with antis and ship hate and constant infighting, ugh why), was to create a separate blog for everything I was into, which is why I have appreciatederek, appreciateshiro, appreciatejack, and...is that it? See, this is why I need to stop scattering myself into a zillion different pieces.

So I’m going to consolidate more (like I do on twitter and now Pillowfort), and also hopefully get back to my fandom roots: digging into more meta, like I did 8 years ago when I first fell in love with Sterek, and posting fic recs, like I also did thanks to Sterek. (And sharing my own fics as I write them. Guess which fandom pushed me down that path, too.)

So it’s fitting that the first ship on this list is...well, an obvious one.

1. STEREK (Teen Wolf)

Y’all know this one. Sterek will always, always be the OTP of my heart. I love their dynamic. I love the creativity and passion of the fandom. I love that they brought my writing back to me and introduced me to so many of you.

I still have dozens of Sterek fic ideas; quite a few of them are partially written or have significant outlines, so at some point I will still be writing them. Life is just, as you know, very busy and very tiring and it’s so hard to fit everything into my days. I’m working on it, I promise.

I’d like to start doing more updates with snippets of my upcoming fics, maybe a lil Q&A if anyone wants to chat about what I’m working on/my thought process behind what I’ve already written/what you’d like to see from me, etc. Interactive fun stuff! Sterek fandom is still the best and most supportive fandom I’ve ever been a part of, and it makes me happy every time I’m reminded we’re all still around and thriving.

And here’s some of the other stuff I’m into right now...

2. XANATOWEN (Gargoyles)

I have been sailing this ship entirely by myself since January, recently joined by the aforementioned M, who also created this gif for me while she was still in the patient “I’m your friend, I will listen to you yelling about this show” stage. (ha ha ha look at her now, that’s what you get)

I’ve been genuinely holding myself back from spamming tumblr with my thoughts about this show and this ship, which I’m beginning to realize is...maybe silly. I’ll still try to keep it a little bit balanced, but you can definitely look forward to more Gargoyles on the horizon, including:

Fics - 30k so far, with another 4.6k that I’m hoping to post this afternoon, after I look over it and decide if I still like it (ha ha fic writing amirite). I also have a fairy tale AU that I’ve done a substantial outline for, so I’d really like to get that underway.

Episode recaps/meta posts - these are currently being posted over on Pillowfort. The goal is to get the last two episodes of Season 1 up there, then to start crossposting them here.

As long as it’s not a gigantic hassle to paste over all the screencaps, because I uh. I have a lot of them. And a lot of thoughts about the show as a whole, but particularly about the relationship between David Xanatos and Owen Burnett: the meta’s currently averaging from about 1.5k to 2.5k per episode, whoooops.

I love them. I love them a LOT. See my meta posts for very detailed explanations as to why.

3. TREVORCARD (Castlevania)

I honestly did not expect to get this deeply invested in this ship. I watched and liked the first two seasons of Castlevania and really enjoyed the dynamic between Trevor and Alucard, but it wasn’t until the lead-up to Season 3 (and then the devastation of how absolutely terrible that season was) that I realized how much I loved these two together.

So now I’m having a very Sterek Fandom moment of “eff you canon, they’re ours now” in regards to Trevorcard.

I’ve written one fic for them - it’s a 20k coffee shop/modern/college/artist/musician AU because they deserve all the fandom tropes and so much happiness together..

I don’t currently have plans to write any more, although if I do, it’ll likely be some sort of neighbors AU with wolf!Alucard, since my vast experience with Sterek fandom has taught me the absolute joys of exploring characters who can canonically turn into a beautiful giant effing wolf.

I’ve also been steadily reading my way through every single Trevorcard fic in the AO3 tag, which unfortunately is only ~200. (HOW is this a rare pair. I will never ever understand it, they’re perfect together, and the animators literally said they intentionally storyboarded moments like the one above with the knowledge that people would start shipping them.)

Once I’ve finished up my AO3 tour, I’m going to compile the ones I enjoyed into rec lists. There are some really wonderful fics in there, and I’m excited to see what the rest are like.

4. TAIBANI (Tiger & Bunny)

I really don’t talk about this ship much, but it’s so immensely close to my heart. I have...so much...official merch of Kotetsu and Barnaby; it makes me happy every single time I see it. If I used my Tiger & Bunny stuff as the standard for what sparks joy during a konmari, the rest of my apartment would probably wind up empty.

The show (which is finally getting a second season in 2022 - Kotetsu & Barnaby had better be getting married) is wonderful. I genuinely can’t recommend it enough. Great writing, wonderful character development, beautiful animation, and Kotetsu and Barnaby are absolutely perfect together. Here’s an old post where I talk about that a little bit.

I’ve only written one fic so far: a canon compliant established relationship future fic that focuses more on their family dynamic as Kotetsu’s daughter adapts to turning 18, becoming a hero, and living with her frustratingly affectionate dad & his new husband.

I have ideas for two AUs: a single dad mature student/young professor one and a sorta weird circus/steve irwin-inspired one. We’ll...we’ll see if I ever get around to either. What I end up writing always surprises me, so I sorta give up on planning what words will come out.

And oh wait! I totally forgot about the third idea, which will be roughly canon compliant, with “Kotetsu sets Barnaby up on a series of blind dates that Barnaby initially thinks will be with HIM” angsty/funny fic. Hrm. I should get back to that one, I’ve outlined part of it.

I haven’t actually read a ton of fic for this pairing, because the more I like canon material, the less I seek out fandom content to “fix” it, but I would like to start going through the AO3 tag after I finish my Trevorcard project. I did an initial rec list ages ago and would like to follow up with another.

5. SHEITH (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Here’s the last pairing I write fics for. I have several more in progress that I’d really like to finish - including a dragon AU that I wish someone else would just finish for me so I can read it, hahhhhhhh sigh. I wrote 15k, did a ton of research, and basically intimidated myself out of continuing, because it’s one of my Big Projects. Not gonna be like, PDIW length or anything, but it should be a pretty hefty fic once it’s done.

Then there’s the roommates AU, the burrito shop AU, the....wow. I really need to get back to these, don’t I. A couple of them are super close to being finished, too.

I’ve also compiled a few fic rec lists, although I haven’t updated those (or my Sheith blog) in a while.

This fandom has been...interesting. Rough sometimes. Sliding into some of the other pairings on this list has provided a good break for me, particularly since they’re all such small fandoms that they’re relatively free from drama and hate. Once I’m fully refreshed and re-inspired, I’d love to get back into writing Sheith. They’re such a perfect, feel-good, extraordinarily balanced and supportive ship, and I am disappointed every single day I remember that Voltron didn’t stick the landing with making them canon.

Look at that almost-kiss. Just...look at it. And tell me they aren’t in love.

#gargoyles #sterek #trevorcard #taibani #tiger and bunny #xanatowen #sheith #meme #about me #about my fics

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shirasade · 4 years

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More detective AU - the longest to date (I think), at almost 1.5k words, and it’s smutty! :) I’m tagging all entries with “medent au” - and there’s also a masterlist, with all ficlets in both posting and chronological order. This is set sometime after they got wet, but before Fighter starts dating Hwahwa. (Oh, and in case this wasn’t obvious before, I’m totally pushing my sub!Fighter agenda here. *g*)

Feel free to drop me asks and prompts about this ‘verse.

Fighter had a problem. Said problem was currently briefing their Chief about the theory they'd developed about the recent murder, laying out the facts in his usual calm manner, his voice firm. He was also wearing light-blue jeans and a fluffy pink sweater, because they'd been called in on their day off and Tutor had obviously thought there wasn't time to change into his work uniform of trench coat, turtle neck and slacks.

This was a problem because Fighter was half-hard in the linen shorts he was wearing. Tutor looked good enough to eat on a normal day, his clothes always impeccably tailored to show off his slim but well-muscled physique, but Fighter had developed a certain immunity to that look. Right now, however, his partner just looked... touchable, more vulnerable and open without the armour of his regular clothes. Fighter's fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, although he wasn't sure whether he wanted to run his hands all over the sweater or cup Tutor's cheeks, which somehow seemed rounder, softer than normal, his lips pinker, more inviting.

Closing his hands into tight fists and cursing internally, Fighter tried to shut down this treacherous train of thought and focus on Tutor's words instead. At some point he would almost certainly be expected to chime in, after all, and he somehow didn't think that, "Sorry, but I was too busy imagining my partner's mouth around my dick," would go down well with either the Chief or Tutor. Taking a deep breath, he managed to rein in the worst of his arousal and even offered some additional information, although he was pretty sure he caught Tutor giving him a suspicious look out of the corner of his eye. Fighter studiously ignored this, doing his best to pretend everything was normal.

In reality, nothing about this whole thing was normal. What confused Fighter most of all was that he'd never had much a problem controlling his libido. He'd always found flirting easy, earning himself a reputation as a bit of a ladies' man, but he'd rarely felt the urge to follow through. That was until Tutor, whose very existence appeared designed to complicate Fighter's life, and who, ever since that kiss in the evidence room, only needed to stand close or smile for Fighter to suddenly having to fight an inopportune boner like a hormonal adolescent. The fact that it was his male partner who'd brought out this new side of him was something he tried very hard not to think about.

It had only gotten worse since the night that Tutor had insisted on taking Fighter home with him. Now he knew what his partner looked like shirtless, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed against his own, his breath gusting hotly over Fighter's flushed face as he pressed him back against the armrest of the couch, had fueled many a jerking off session. He always felt guilty afterwards, but that didn't stop him.

Just as it didn't stop him from following Tutor to the men's room once they were dismissed. The lock clicked shut, and most of Fighter's blood rushed south, even before Tutor pushed him against the sink. Other than that he didn't touch him, just looked at him consideringly from dark, hooded eyes, and Fighter drew a shuddering breath, his heart hammering in his ears. It should be an incongruous sight, the innocent-looking young man in his pink sweater reducing Fighter to this quivering mass of anticipation and desire with nothing more than a glance.

Yet when Tutor grabbed his throat lightly, the pressure of his hand made Fighter swallow hard, and he had to suppress a whimper at the huskiness in his partner's voice as he said, "You've been wanting to touch me ever since you saw me today." It wasn't a question, so Fighter didn't reply, just stayed perfectly still, his hands clenching on the cool tile of the sink behind him. Tutor smiled, sharp and amused, and leaned in to nip at Fighter's Adam's apple. His next words demanded an answer: "Remember the rules?"

"Y...yes," Fighter stammered. Tutor had been very clear, back at his condo, that, whatever happened between them, it was nothing but two sexually compatible adults letting off steam. It was exactly what Fighter had needed to hear, and he clung to it now as well, even as their lips finally met in a heated kiss. Their bodies collided, rocked into each other, and Fighter groaned into Tutor's mouth at both the friction and the proof of Tutor's own arousal. It felt amazing - but it wasn't what he wanted.

Not giving himself time to think, he switched their positions and broke the kiss, instead moving his mouth downwards. He didn't spend too much time on Tutor's neck, no visible marks being one of the rules they'd established, but he pushed up Tutor's sweater, dimly registering that it was as soft was it looked, and mouthed at his nipples. Tutor's hands tightened in Fighter's hair, and he leaned back to give him better access. The hard nubs, enticing as their were, weren't Fighter's main objective, however. Neither was the hard planes of Tutor's abs as he slowly went to his knees.

He'd never done this, had only been on the receiving end a few times himself. Luckily the most memorable time was Tutor himself, taking him apart on his living room couch. So now, while hastily unbuttoning his partner's jeans and pushing them down along with his boxer briefs, Fighter tried to remember what he'd done. A hand appeared in his field of vision, offering him a familiar square foil package. Fighter took it, telling himself he was imagining the slight tremor in those perfectly manicured fingers. His own fingers, on the other hand, were definitely shaking as they rolled the condom on the hard length that curved up against Tutor's stomach. Glancing upwards, he found Tutor staring at him intently, a strange mix of heat and awe making Fighter shiver and get impossibly harder.

"Fuck, P'Fight..." Tutor sounded wrecked, and the warmth which uncurled in Fighter's chest had little to do with the desire that had him rocking his cock against the hand not currently holding the base of Tutor's erection. It felt dangerous, somehow, so Fighter quickly refocused his attention on the feeling of Tutor in his mouth, on the sounds he made when Fighter hollowed his cheeks or swirled his tongue around the head. The bathroom tiles were hard under his knees and his jaw was beginning to ache, but that didn't change the fact that Fighter was more turned on than he could ever remember being, especially when Tutor began to praise him, panting and hoarse, "So good, oh fuck... Yes, P'Fight, just like that... just..."

Tutor tightened his grip on Fighter's head, tried to pull him up. It sent sparks of pleasure-pain through Fighter's body, all the way from his scalp to his toes. He refused to budge, instead tried to take him as deep as he could. Tutor cursed, hips bucking helplessly while he came, and triumph flared hot inside Fighter, despite the fact that he almost choked. He'd done this - he'd been the one to do this to Tutor, to turn him from perfectly composed, always-in-control detective into this disheveled, red-faced human.

Unsurprisingly, after he'd recovered enough to pull Fighter to his feet, it took Tutor less than five minutes to bring Fighter to his own climax, his spit-slick hand hot around his cock, his tongue apparently determined to lick every last trace of himself out of Fighter's mouth. It was all Fighter could do to hold on, his hands gripping the fluffy pink sweater so tightly, Tutor shook his head in exasperation once Fighter had recovered enough to stand on still slightly wobbly legs.

"You ruined my favourite sweater," he complained in familiar annoyance, but there was no heat to it, and his hands were gentle when he cleaned up Fighter's softening dick. Tutor of course had somehow managed to catch most of Fighter's come with his hand, sparing their clothes.

Not that Fighter would have cared one way or the other. His heart rate slowly returning to normal, he laughed, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. "I'll buy you a new one."

He knew that the feeling wouldn't last past the unlocking of the bathroom door, but for now Tutor was smiling at him, looking almost fond, and Fighter felt as if there was no problem he couldn't face.

(Masterlist)

#why r u?#wru the series #tutor x fighter #fighter x tutor #medent au #my fic #my own stuff #boys love

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wisteriamoons · 4 years

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Pinky Promise AU

Summary: Kotoha Lives AU! This is called the Pinky Promise AU. In a oneshot I wrote called “Pinky Promise,” Kotoha managed to escape Douma’s cult and live in a Wisteria House with an older woman named Himari. Shinjuro and a group of demon slayers stay one night a month later and Kotoha is given a final push to become a demon slayer and, eventually, a Pillar. You can just refer to this summary or feel free to look up “pinky promise au” tag on my blog(Lowkey scared to link it as ya’know posts with links tend to not show up in tags)

Also if you are not fully caught up on the manga DO NOT PRESS ON unless you don’t mind spoilers!!

-Kotoha spends five years training in an undetermined breath at first, however, she finds it hard and wants something to fit her own feelings, so she makes her own breath style; Bell Breathing

-Inspired by the one-hundred and eight rings of the nearby Buddist bell on New Years Eve, she decides to make the style. She wants to inspire people like bells do, with a balanced form set and sweet, comforting sounds

-Kotoha took to the bell motif seriously, even making a bracelet of small suzu bells and wearing it around her dominant wrist. The balls inside that make the bells ring are removable, making stealth missions easier

-Kotoha’s Nichirin Blade is colored a sort of pastel shade of yellow, and has aesthetic-only empty bell shells tied with a red ribbon on the end of the hilt. The guard is bell-shaped, naturally.

-Her blade forager was in fact Haganezuka, being one of the few people who stuck around even with his more rather… extreme personality. She’s one of his first clients, and they have a fairly close friendship-- she always has mitarashi dango for him when he visits or when she visits. She hasn’t broken her blade thus far

-Her uniform is the usual one but with a under-the-knee-length skirt like Kanao’s. She wears yellow tabi with zori underneath. She has a dark blue haori with yellow/white suzu bell designs all over it. She also wears her hair in a tight bun with a comb kinzashi with purple flowers and blue ribbon--she considers it a good luck charm. She also wears a bird masquerade mask and a cloth to wrap her hair in to cover her identity when on slaying missions, because,

-Kotoha is mainly into undercover and stealth missions due to her flexibility and natural beauty, making her fit in just about anywhere. She wears a kimono and more plain haori when out on such missions. No one suspects such a beautiful and gentle woman!

-Inosuke loves the sound of bells while growing up ‘cause they remind him heavily of his mother. He starts collecting various bells at the age of seven, keeping them in his room in the Hashibira Estate. Tanjiro finds this sweet while Zenitsu laughs at him for being so rough yet has such a soft hobby. Inosuke might’ve whacked him a couple times because of this

-Kotoha is a mother first, demon slayer second. Never changes, even after she becomes a Pillar

-Speaking of which, it only takes her up to a year to become a Pillar. She kept on insisting to take jobs, so her demon count rose very quickly. She also mastered Total Concentration within weeks with Himari and her mentor’s help

-Her and Inosuke have a very very close familial bond. They tell each other almost everything with no hesitance and do many things together. They might have one argument every few months, but it’s usually over something silly and it’s resolved quickly

-Hell, Kotoha even offered to teach him Bell Breathing but he refused, having already started to develop his own technique (which would be obviously Beast Breathing)

-Kotoha is without a doubt one of if not the first Pillar to trust Nezuko. She trusts her son unwaveringly with every vein in her body, and if he trusts her, then she does too

-Because of her Pillar status, her Estate is close to the Butterfly Estate and she has a close relationship with the Kocho sisters. She cares a lot for them, and mothered them a lot, seeing them also as daughters she never had

-She also has a close relationship with the Rengoku family, Shinjuro being an older brother to her and Ruka like a sister, and Kyojuro and Senjuro being nephews. Though they also saw her a second mother on occasion. Shinjuro helps Kotoha get used to being a Pillar and gave her advice before his wife’s death and subsequent alcoholism. Their relationship becomes strained after this, for obvious reasons

-On a lighter note, this means Inosuke is much closer to Kyojuro and Senjuro, having grown up with them, he sees them as brothers--making Kyojuro’s death a little more harder :)

-Speaking upon Inosuke, Inosuke has his original personality and abilities intact, but with more… class?

-He still likes to be competitive and has a stupidly high temper, but he’s also not constantly headbutting people and has slight more consideration of others. Also doesn’t have his boar head, and wears the normal demon slaying uniform (though has a habit of discarding the upper layer, and usually doesn’t wear a haori unless it’s winter). Still dumb as rocks though

-He also still prefers his swords chipped, but his original swords being chipped was from training too much with normal swords and found that when they’re chipped they cut better to him (plus lets be real he likes how they look) When he deliberately chips his new ones Kotoha does scold him for it for disrespecting his sword and sword maker, though admittedly found it just a tiny bit amusing

-He also adored animals as a child, finding boars especially to be really cool and studied their movements a lot along with other animals, which influenced him in many, many ways

-Inosuke can’t help but perhaps sometimes feel a little inferior compared to his mother. Don’t get me wrong, he loves her with every goddamn breath and won’t hesitate to tell her, but sometimes he feels he can’t match her skill. Kotoha tries to treat him equally but sometimes her constant mothering and protectiveness can be grating

-Kotoha holds a heavy grudge against Douma for basically fucking with her, and it only grows deeper after Kanae’s death. She’s in on Shinobu’s poisoning plan, and while she’s against it she knows she can’t stop Shinobu. Makes Shinobu’s death hard on Kotoha because she knows she should’ve been more assertive, but also knows it was what Shinobu wanted

-Inosuke still has a tight platonic bond with Shinobu, though he sees her more of a sister than a mother for obvious reasons. He also has a soft spot for Kanao, and while she’s older than him he still treats her like a little sister anyway. He was probably the first person she met around her age after being adopted into the Kocho family. Inosuke wasn’t too close to Kanae, but was also saddened and angry after her passing by a demon’s hands

-Inosuke is also on pretty decent terms with the little sister trio (they like to play with his hair, he lets them while he eats usually), though has a sort of tough relationship with Aoi since they both tend to clash heads. A bit of a crumb for you AoIno(?) shippers, but the two are on decently friendly terms, finding each other tolerable enough, they’re just both stubborn

-Kotoha also never tells Inosuke, at least not at first, why they lived in a Wisteria House and why Himari wasn’t his real grandma despite thinking she was. She fears it might bring him trauma or nightmares, big plus she doesn’t want him going after Douma

-It was a slight bit of a hassle for Inosuke to make his mother agree to making him a demon slayer too; she was obviously worried for his safety, but eventually wore down, but made him promise he try to be as careful as possible. This is obviously not followed through for many reasons, but we already know them so I won’t go into too much detail

-Treats pretty much almost everyone younger than her like her children in some way, shape, or form. She’s a heavy mother figure to everyone and wears this with pride (even if she sometimes doesn’t realize it)

-In fact, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Mitsuri are big offenders on accidentally calling her mom. It’s less accidental for Kyojuro as he knows he sees her as a mother and has been doing it ever since they met (‘cause children do that, it’s just grown to be a habit at this point, and plus Ruka never minded so it doesn’t bother him) though he’s more likely to call her “Aunt Koto” around others by now

-She’s close to Mitsuri and they sometimes swap feminine advice and cook together, and Mitsuri isn’t as embarrassed by calling her mom now than she was the first time she did. They have a tight bond and Kotoha sees her as the daughter she never had, exchanging secrets as well

-Zenitsu has an unclear past, so I hc that his parents were probably neglectful or died by the time of his debt. So, Kotoha becomes the mother figure he hasn’t had/never had in a long time. He def didn’t realize it at first and became heavily flustered and mortified. Kotoha found it adorable. Inosuke isn’t a big fan of this btw aksjasj but he tolerates it a little more as time goes on

-Zenitsu has had such a big helping of respect women juice because of Kotoha that he is less flirtatious and weird about girls, though his love for Nezuko doesn’t waver in the slightest

-Tanjiro also sees her as a mother, heavily reminding him of his own mother in fact. He respects her a lot, and even has platonic affection for her, especially after she so quickly accepts Nezuko despite her hate against demons

-She smells like freshly baked bread and flowers, and has a calming presence. She has a sweet sound to her, like suzu bells, as Zenitsu puts it

-Also she teaches Tanjiro how to properly take care of Nezuko’s hair and the like so Nezuko’s hair isn’t always a rat’s nest when they come back to the Estates

-Nezuko, speaking of, like Tamayo sees Kotoha as her own mother. Thus, Nezuko always feels calm around her and lets her wash her clothes and brush her hair

-Sanemi and Genya have subconscious drawings towards her, as the pattern keeps going, they see a lot of their own mom in her. While neither of them have called her mom ‘cause it’s painful to even think about, there’s no doubt they’ve had fleeting thoughts about her being a mom to them

-Muichiro also subconsciously sees her as a mother, with his memories gone he has no qualms about it but he doesn’t let it slip out loud. Likes it when she brushes his hair though. After his memories begin to return he doesn’t regret thinking of her as a mother

-Giyuu doesn’t have many maternal feelings, finding her protective nature to be a bit overwhelming, however he doesn’t hate her. In fact, Kotoha doesn’t hate him at all and loves him a lot. I think maybe he might see his sister in her a little actually

-Uzui has zero maternal feelings towards her as well, in fact he probably flirted with her a little. Nothing huge or meaningful, just harmless, it’s who he is. She never really realized it anyway, seeing him as just being nice, and cared enough but not enough to see him as a son. Saw her techniques as flamboyant, of course, and she was saddened by his departure from the Pillars

-Obanai feels a little… indifferent? Towards her? Like, he doesn’t hate her, but I don’t think he’d quite see her as a mother figure either. He does admire her drive though, and she cares about him enough to make them good partners in combat if need be

-Gyomei doesn’t have maternal feelings towards her either, since they’re extremely close in age, same for Kotoha. But he still does also admire her, tbh I can see them being more like just good friends and confidants. Being the two oldest Pillars they have much in common

-Kotoha and Ubuyashiki have a typical follower/leader relationship, considering he’s much younger than her she doesn’t see him as a father figure, but she does admire him a lot and is extremely loyal to him. She also finds his kids to be adorable and is friendly with his wife (Edit: I realize Kotoha most likely met him when he was 13-14, so yeah, def doesn’t see him as a father figure or anything. Probably thought he was adorable too aksjaksj)

-You want to face off both mother and son? Don’t.

-Seriously, don’t.

-You’ll regret it.

-See, they’re both ferociously protective of each other, and bounce off each other so well it’s fuckin bonkers! They go hand-in-hand, easily matching their breaths and everything. They’re like a machine together in battle. When they’re on their own they do well but when they’re together they do exceptionally. It’s both amazing and downright terrifying

-Need advice? Need a shoulder to cry on? Kotoha has your back

-Also, at least once a month all Pillars and any visiting demon slayers are invited to a feast at Kotoha’s, cooked by the woman herself and occasionally with the help of Mitsuri and Shinobu. The Ubuyashiki’s are always invited, but they never really make it. It’s still one night without any worry, just bonding time and fun, and that’s what matters

-Mother and son constantly write each other letters when apart, no matter how many miles are in between them, and give them to their crow to deliver. If one party doesn’t reply after the given time, the other is instantly going to look for them no matter what

-Also, I hc that Inosuke has ADHD and social anxiety. Kotoha is very patient with him and helps him through the daily struggles they bring, and he’s so grateful for this.

-While I don’t have any ships in mind for this au (except perhaps KanTan and ZenNezu, maybe AoIno if you squint), if anyone wants to take this au and mold it to their own ship (within reason--if I find you use this au to ship pedo/incest I will find you) I give you full permission. However, if you find yourself shipping Kotoha with anyone, I would like to note that she has a few walls put up due to the abuse she suffered, and it isn’t too easy for her to fall in love

Bell Breathing and it’s Techniques/Forms

-Bell Breathing involves a lot of speed, along with agility and grace. Kotoha became more flexible and obviously more quicker, along with some muscle. It involves many parries, quick strikes and counters.

-Kotoha developed this with her newly gained strength and her natural swiftness in mind, along with her warm personality

-There are currently six forms, three mainly defense and three offense.

-First Form: Voided Ringing- The user steps out of range of an attack before replacing it with their sword, slashing in an upwards motion at whatever the enemy was about to attack with

-Second Form: Suzu Dance- The user advances on their opponent slashing their blade in swift, shallow motions, aiming mainly for the arms

-Third Form: Crotal Advance- The user blocks their entire body with their blade, using all their strength, and then they twist the blade to slash whatever is attacking them

-Fourth Form: Chiming Deflection- The user deflects attacks in a circular motion with quick succession

-Fifth Form: Quiet Ringing in Winter- Much like Blessed Rain after the Drought, this move is used when an enemy surrenders, making it a swift and painless death, making a soft sound like jingle bells during Christmas--or, rather, like suzu bells during a Kagura dance

-Sixth Form: The Death Bell Tolls- The user goes as fast as possible, quite like they’re dancing around their opponent and then strike from the air, going straight for the neck in one swift round motion, making a sound like the ringing of a bell

Extra: I made Bell Breathing without one breath in mind as I researched different sword techniques and looked at all the breathing styles, and while I’ve been leaning towards Wind, Thunder/Sound or Water, but if anyone has an idea I’m open to hearing it

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kotoha hashibira #inosuke hashibira #pinky promise au #kotoha lives au #gonna repeat myself i refuse to believe kotoha kept her husband's last name much less gave it to her son #so her last name is hashibira #kny spoilers #kotoha becomes a pillar weehee #i am no expert on making breathing styles which is why i studied each one + irl sword techniques closely before thinking on bell breathing #so sorry if there seems to be any weird overlapping #i had TOO much fun making this au i really want to write more for it actually #sorry it's super long too but i like. i just had to get EVERY thought out

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albapuella · 4 years

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How to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failure (Chapter One)

AO3

Fandom: Homestuck

Summary: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU Dave needs to win a bet; Karkat needs to write an article. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: Humanstuck, alternate universe - no sburb session, POV switches galore, implied/referenced child abuse Author’s note: This story is the result of a jam session I did with aceAdoxography on the davekat thirst federation discord server. This one's a little out of my usual wheelhouse, but I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. New chapters every Saturday/Sunday.

I also tried to be fancy with the html, but it didn't come out right (you will see what I mean). However, I'm leaving it as is for now.

Chapter 1: Inciting Incidents

Day 0:

“I'm smooth as peanut butter,” Dave protested, his coffee sloshing in its cup as he swung his arm out. “Choosy moms might choose Jiff, but I ain't in the market for an older woman at the moment. Just call me Skippy, because that's how smooth I am.”

Rose looked both unimpressed and unconvinced. “Really?” She took a small, dignified sip of her tea.

“Yes!” Dave frowned. “I'm like super suave. Fucking James Bond over here.”

She squinted at him for a moment. “You do realize that James Bond is characterized by his inability to keep any woman with him longer than the length of one of his movies.”

“That's only because he's too much man to be tied down,” Dave said. “And that's not even the point: the point is that the fucker's suave. He can have any girl he wants.”

“And I suppose you can get any boy you want?” It sounded dismissive. “It would be wonderful if you managed that feat before my wedding. You know how mother worries about you, and I would rather not spend the first day wedded to my wife listening to mother wailing about how her poor little Davey's going to be all alone in the world.”

Dave felt the flush creeping up his cheeks, and he wasn't sure if he was experiencing his future humiliation already or if he was getting mad. Just because he couldn't keep a relationship going for long, that didn't mean he wasn't smooth. It wasn't his fault that up until very recently he'd only pursued girls because he hadn't wanted to admit he was gay... Okay, yes, that actually was his fault. The point was of course those relationships had failed. His relationship prowess had never been given a fighting chance. “Yeah, I could. In fact, I could make any of the guys here fall for me.”

“Very well, brother of mine,” Rose said, smiling that particular smile which tended to portend bad things for the person it was directed at, “how about that one?” She pointed to a man sitting alone at a table on the other end of the cafe.

Dave looked over at him without making it obvious he was doing so. Damn, Rose. The guy was a snack, obviously, but his expression indicated that the whole world had pissed in his cornflakes one at a time and had made him miss the bus to his job at the blow job factory. Still, it was too late to back out now. “Fine,” he said, setting down his cup just a little too hard. “I'll see you in two weeks, Rose, and I'll have him on my arm in a matching tux. We're going to be the hottest, gayest penguins you've ever fucking seen.”

She laughed at him. Which was fine: he was going to have the last laugh here. And there was no time like the present. He stood and strode over to the other table, curving his mouth in his smoothest, suavest fucking smile.

The man had noticed Dave's approach and looked up from his coffee, the ire on his face now joined by confusion. “Can I help you?” His voice was rough but not unpleasant. His tone was less pleasant, but Dave had expected that from his expression.

“I sure hope so,” Dave said. He put one hand on his hip and held the other out to the man. “I've just lost my name: can I have yours?”

The man blinked. Then he laughed—less amused and more disbelieving. “Seriously? You're seriously going to open up with that? That has to be the cheesiest fucking pick up line I've heard in my life. And I've heard a lot of them.”

Dave only grinned. Breaking the ice was just one of Dave's many talents. “What can I say, dude, I'm a connoisseur of fine cheese. Premium, aged in wooden crocks or whatever.” He waggled his hand. “Don't leave me hanging.”

The man looked from Dave's hand to his face and back again before heaving a sigh. He shook Dave's hand, his grip solid but not crushing. “Karkat.” Then he frowned. “What do you want?”

“Thought that was obvious, Karkat,” Dave said, trying the name out. He liked it. “I want to ask you out. On a date. I'm Dave, by the way,” he added quickly. It probably would have been smarter to open up with that. It also occurred to Dave that there were a lot of other variables he hadn't considered until this moment. “If you're single. God, I hope you're single. And into guys. Otherwise, I'm going to feel pretty stupid.”

Karkat opened his mouth but didn't speak as something too quick for Dave to pick up flashed across his face. Then he grinned, perhaps a little too widely. “You're in luck,” he said. “I am in the market for a date.”

Oh. “Cool. Cool, that's—” Dave broke off with a fake cough into his fist. “Yeah, uh. So, are you free tomorrow? Night?”

A slow nod. “Yeah. Sure. Sounds great.” He dug through his bag and took out a small notepad. “Do you use Pesterchum?” he asked as he scribbled something down.

“I think everyone and their grandmother uses Pesterchum,” Dave said, still kind of surprised that this was going as well as it was. “Not my grandmother, I don't have one, but you know, grandmothers. Or the tech savvy ones anyway. I think your average grandmother might have some trouble—the text is kind of tiny, isn't it?”

Karkat looked up from his writing. “Right.” He ripped the page out and held it out to Dave. “Message me, and we can set up that date.”

Dave took the paper. “Thanks, I'll, uh, message you soon!” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and made his way back to Rose. He knew his face was burning, but he decided to believe it was the flush of victory rather than anything else. She was still smiling at him, and he held the paper out in front of her face. “See? I've already got his chumhandle. You're going to eat your words, Rose. I hope you like the taste of humble pie.”

Rose laughed behind her hand. “Nice work, Dave,” she said once she'd recovered. “Try not to break his heart, won’t you?”

“What?” Dave shook his head. “His heart is going to be wrapped in three layers of bubble wrap and under ten pounds of packing peanuts.” He shoved the paper into his pocket. “I got this thing on lock.”

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Karkat tore his eyes away from the retreating Dave to jot down some notes on his notepad. Looked like he'd be able to write this article sooner rather than later. Unless Dave had been dared to come over and get his phone number. That had happened before. He scowled into his coffee. Well, if Dave never got in touch with him, then he'd just use his last disaster of a relationship to base his article on. That was what he'd planned to do originally anyway.

It wasn't a secret around the office that Karkat Vantas, despite being a font of romance wisdom, was dead in the water when it came to dating and keeping a boyfriend. He attributed this mostly to his abhorrent personality and lack of self-control. Whenever the opportunity came up for him to stick his foot in his mouth, you could find him there, furiously chewing on his toes. He'd lost count of how many times a date had ended because he'd said something he shouldn't have. Or rather, screamed something he shouldn't have at the top of his lungs with more profanity than was warranted in retrospect.

So, of course, the boss knew about Karkat's lackluster love life, too. The assignment had been one of her little jokes. One of her little mind games. “Oh, Mr. Vantas, please write an article about how to fuck up a relationship in less than two weeks—it should be easy for you seeing as you're such an expert at being so noxious that no one but your handful of friends can even stand to be anywhere around you, never mind a stranger who doesn't know your history or has any reason to want to stick around and deal with your bullshit.” Paraphrased, of course. Her version had been much less honest.

He re-read his notes.

* Dave, no last name given. Terrible pick up line. Rambles. Idiot or awkward. Or both. Dresses like a color-blind douche bag. Obnoxious sunglasses. Vision impaired? Hot. Attractive. Moderately attractive.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he set down his notepad to fish it out. He frowned down at the screen. A notification from Pesterchum? His heart rose a little despite himself until he saw the name. Kanaya. He sighed. While he was happy she was happy, he couldn't handle being gushed at right now. He put the phone on the table and finished his coffee.

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Dave dithered for hours before he finally decided on the perfect message to open communications with.

TG: this is dave from the cafe TG: wanted to say hey TG: and ask what you want to do Saturday

Okay, so it wasn't the best rap ever, but he was stretched for material here. Also, it probably wasn't a good idea to blow up this guy's phone before Dave got some confirmation that this was even Karkat's chumhandle. It wouldn't be the first time someone had given him a dud. At least the messages were going through: that was a good sign.

CG: ARE YOU RHYMING ON PURPOSE? TG: hell yea dog TG: mc strider here by popular demand to lay down the jams TG: ive got all my adoring fans just waiting for me to shower them with stanz- TG: -as like youve never seen its a dream come true straight to you

That was enough; he had to give Karkat some time to respond. Assuming this was Karkat.

TG: this is karkat right? CG: OH I CAN TALK NOW? CG: YES THIS IS KARKAT. CG: AS CHARMING AS THIS IS (AND I AM SO UTTERLY CHARMED RIGHT NOW), DO YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME? TG: totally i totally do i knew as soon as i saw you yea im taking this total snack on a date

Which was not a lie, technically. Yes, Dave liked how Karkat looked, but he probably wouldn't have gone over to his table without Rose egging him on.

TG: where do you want to go skys the limit TG: but not really TG: cause no offense but i just met you TG: and i dont think were at the stage where id be willing to sell one my kidneys TG: to make your dreams of jumping out of an airplane onto the back of a narwhal or some shit like that come true TG: thats like after at least date number 5 and id expect some kind of thanks TG: at least a tongue kiss or something TG: not that i think you need to pay for dates physically TG: thats all kinds of gross TG: forget i said any of that please CG: … CG: HOW ABOUT DINNER AND A MOVIE. LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE. CAN WE DO THAT?

Dave grinned with relief. He'd thought for sure he'd just blown this.

TG: sounds great nothing beats the classics

With that sorted out, the rest had been easy. Dave closed his phone, feeling accomplished. He was really doing this. He was really making this happen. But first, he had some clothes to throw in the shower!

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Karkat slid his phone back into his pocket with a sigh. Well, now he had a date for tomorrow. He looked down at the new set of notes he'd written during that 'conversation'.

* Last name Strider? Raps without provocation. Definitely visually impaired. Goes off on wild tangents. I'm going to be murdered. What the hell am I doing?

It had been difficult not to react in his normal way to the frankly bizarre things Dave had said, and he knew that was only going to be more difficult to manage in person. Still, he had to 'hook' this man as best as he was able before he could fuck it up like always. After all, he couldn't 'lose' a guy he never 'had', right? He idly entertained the thought of what 'having' Dave might be like. He was clearly crazy, but there was something endearing in his total inability to communicate like a regular person. The way he'd been so obviously nervous and out of his depth when he'd come over to ask Karkat out. The way his cheeks had flushed when Karkat had accepted. The way his body had moved when he'd walked away.

Shaking his head, Karkat tucked the notepad into his bag. No point in even thinking about it. Even if he weren't getting into this just to ruin the relationship for his article, the end would have been the same anyway. Honestly, he was doing Dave a favor: at least this way, Dave would only be wasting ten days worth of his time rather than torturous months of dealing with Karkat's bullshit before finding an excuse to cut him loose.

#homestuck #fan fic #humanstuck #my fic #wip #the html looks fine on my end #don't know why it's messed up when it goes live #*shrugs*

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Three’s a crowd

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Plot: (CEO AU) When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was suppose to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation…

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Jimin, Hoseok/Reader, Taehyung/Reader,

Genre: Smut, angst, drama, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 7.8k

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Tags: dirty talk, begging, hair pulling, vaginal fingering, daddy kink, spanking, blowjob, hand job, deepthroating, male receiving, female masturbation, major degradation kink, multiple orgasms, throat fucking, dom!jungkook, dom!jimin

Warning ⚠️ This fic touches on drug use, alcoholism and abuse. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggers for you 🖤

Curling against the warmth you snuggled with a sigh of contentment. For the first time in- well in never, you could only use one word to describe your blissfully comatose state. Safe.

Safe and warm, like nothing could touch you. Like nobody could hurt you anymore. Like you would never have to deal with the world on its own again. Finally listening to your consciousness you cracked your eyes open. Light streamed in from the window wall as you groaned lightly, shifting as you sighed, how did you...

Stiffening at the new sight in your vision made you realize you weren’t back in your room. No you were still in Jungkook’s room, he had been tightly spooning you before you had turned to face him. You didn’t shift away from him, but you didn’t dare get any closer as you observed him sleeping. His jaw wasn’t clenched like it usually was and his eyes were so soft looking while closed, his lips- that you very distinctly remembered being so soft had parted slightly.

His hair was wild and messy which screamed sex hair that unsurprisingly looked really good on him. Jungkook suddenly coiled his arms tighter around you as he pulled you into a hug, burying his nose in your hair before sighing contently. Still heavily asleep. On any other occasion you would’ve left last night but you had never quite had your shit rocked like that before. And quite frankly you still weren’t sure if you’d be able to properly walk today either.

Thus leaving you at his mercy and almost afraid. Would he just kick you out when he woke up, having conquered you and moving onto the next girl. Jimin’s expression from last night flashed in your mind as you frowned. Did he take her to his room since he couldn’t have you? Oh god what if he heard you?

“Mmm, hi.” Jungkook’s voice was gravelly and filled with sleep, but oddly sounded angelic at the same time as he greeted you with a sleepy expression. Those deep brown eyes glancing at yours as you quietly stared back before murmuring, “Hi.”

Your hair had begun to fall in front of your eyes, prompting him to reach out a lazy hand, brushing the strand away as his fingers gently combed through your hair, “Are you okay? I can get a little rough sometimes.”

Attempting to ignore the intimate gesture as you sputtered out a laugh while you gave a tired but relieved smile, “A little? Seriously? If that was a little than I don’t know what you consider really rough.”

“Oh, I held back quite a bit honestly,” Despite his words he wasn’t necessarily boastful about it, as he seemed more so in thought while continuing, “But most girls I’m with aren’t use to it rough so I like to take it slow,” suddenly pulling you closer he buried his face in the crook of you neck, letting his fingers find their way to your waist as he stroke it, “But you did so well I couldn’t help myself.” Jungkook admitted against your neck as he thumbed the skin of your hip delicately as if tracing fine china, “Anyways you didn’t really answer, are you okay?”

“Well as okay as I can be,” you curved an eyebrow, not sure how to process his touchiness, maybe he just really enjoyed skinship? While it was nice being showered in aftercare you also weren’t one for touching, Jungkook was no exception too that as you shifted slightly in his grip, was he always so cuddly? “I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to walk but I’ll survive.”

But at the end of the day when touch wasn’t encouraged by lust it was still difficult to get yourself to relax. It was something you didn’t do and weren’t use to being showered in, even the morning after, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you while I can.” He had rolled onto his back, his lower arm still under you lingering on your touch while the other had grabbed his phone. Suddenly sighing through his nose, “We should get showered up, families are having breakfast right now then I’m off to scout for new property for business.”

You furrowed your brows together as you turned to face him, “What would your dad want with that?”

“Oh it’s not for him. I do help run the hotel chain but I don’t necessarily work under him. Too restrictive and honestly, it’d drive me batshit. I mainly work in upper management of Kim corporations. Come on princess let’s get up.” Jungkook gestured you to sit up as he pulled the covers off, making you whine as you curled against yourself. A dull ache in your legs and with the new stream of light on your body you had hickies everywhere. You were gonna need a lot of concealer for this.

“Come on,” Jungkook said in a sing song voice making his way to your side of the bed, tugging on your waist before dragging you into his arms, “Alright let’s do this the hard way.”

You wiggled and squirmed in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom, “Just because you have to be somewhere doesn’t mean I do too!” You continued to object as he managed to turn the hot water in the shower on.

Rolling his eyes he huffed, though there was a note of amusement in his eyes as he replied, “And you don’t think it’s gonna look weird if I go and you don’t. I know my dad doesn’t really look like it but he catches onto stuff fast.”

Setting you down your legs instantly wobbled and your hips throbbed in pain, your intimates shot with dull pain as well as you stumbled slightly, Jungkook quickly keeping you steady against him as he went to work on your hair, “Well no offense but if I go I think that’s gonna make it all the more obvious.” You complained but didn’t pull away from his attentive fingers that massaged through your scalp. The gesture was unexpectedly domestic, Jungkook was certainly full of surprises, ones you weren’t sure if you were necessarily comfortable with. To be fair how could someone let him drill them and then say this was crossing the line?

“Only if you limp around.”

“Oh and who do you think made that happen?”

You scolded as he let out a laugh behind you, carefree and obviously not feeling guilty about it as he finished washing your hair. Letting you soak up the hot water as he presumably began working on his hair. You almost felt obliged to help but your legs stayed glued to their position, physical touch was never your strong suit anyways.

After getting out of the shower the pain in your legs had begun to fade and Jungkook had even got you some medicine to take, sighing as you went to trudge to your room, who would’ve known the black t shirt he wore to save you from so much embarrassment when you met would be the same one you’d wear back to your room.

Much to his whining as he wanted you to stay, you had rolled your eyes as you replied you’d be right back. Grabbing a new change of clothes and your pack of makeup as you came back. Phone in one hand and his towel in the other drying his damp hair as you went to the full length dresser mirror. Sitting down as you began to get to work on your neck.

The hickies were a deep purple splotched with a messy tone of pink and going nowhere anytime soon. You watched Jungkook peak at you in the mirror in curiosity as you called out, “Take a step back there bunny boy. Last time you got this close you ended up three fingers deep in me.”

“Funny you say that sense you were the one begging for it.” Your lips twisted into a pout as you whipped around glaring at him. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled with a shiteating grin on his face before pointing to your thighs, “Leave those.”

Squinting your eyes you rose them as you shook your head, “No, it’s hot and I’m wearing shorts today, that would just be embarrassing if not awkward to leave them.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to pout as his plump lips twisted frowning, obviously wanting you to having some sort of mark for showing except you didn’t do that. You’d rather die than do that. And it wasn’t him, it was just who you are as a person, “Besides if it matters that much to you I’m leaving the ones on my hips alone.”

You pressed the powder in place on your neck as you finished concealing the second on before moving to your thigh. Jungkook exaggeratedly sighed, flopping on the bed as he replied, “Not good enough, no one can see that.”

“That’s the point,” you replied dryly, “Didn’t you say it was better if Jimin didn’t know about what we did?” Come to think of it Jungkook did mention that last night, why would he say that if he wanted you to go out all marked up, “Also, wouldn't that make things real loud and clear to your dad?”

You watched him flop over on the bed as he huffed again not saying anything, looking like a broody child who had been told no. But when it came to logic and reason you had a point, and knowing you were right just amplified his brooding. Finishing you stood up before walking up, looking down at his sulking figure, “You know I’m right.”

“Shut up.”

His legs still on the ground, sprawled out and his arms over his head dramatically while laying down. He almost looked too cute for his own good but your mind was already in the gutter as you shrugged, “Well if it really means that much...” he suddenly popped up with parted lips and raised eyebrows at feeling you hovering over him hands on either side of his hips, “I can always make it up to you.”

Sighing he groaned, collapsing back on the bed as he closed his eyes, “We have to go in ten minutes.”

“Is that supposed to stop me?” You laughed letting your fingers trail down his hips making him stiffen slightly as they began to feather towards his thighs, “I mean unless you don’t want too. No harm done it’ll make eating ea-“

“Knees now.”

Watching the dent in his sweatpants begin to form as you laughed, a coy smirk on your lips as you sunk to your knees obediently. Letting your fingers trail his thighs palming over his length, feeling in twitch between the fabric as he stifled a moan, sighing with closed eyes before opening them, his eyes lidded and dark, hazy with the sudden lust as he commanded, “Go on babygirl, take it out, I know you wanna suck it.”

Curling your fingers around his sweatpants you managed to hook his boxers as well before sliding them down, his cock standing firm already aroused and ready for taking as you gently gripped the base pumping nice and slow as you took his tip.

Swirling and sucking it as you heard a string of small moans escape him, it was enough to get you rubbing your thighs together but you needed to stay focused. Ten minutes, you could do that.

Squeezing his base you pumped faster as you began to take him further in your mouth, which stretched in pain as you had briefly forgotten how big he was. Filling your entire mouth without room to spare he was already close to the back of your throat and you weren’t even half way down his length.

Feeling his fingers grip your hair as he began to force you to bob your head against his cock, “Mmm you’re such a good girl you know that? So willing to get on those pretty little knees to suck daddy’s cock.” As if your own arousal wasn’t enough you could hear painfully clear every word he spoke, “We have seven minutes so let daddy use your mouth, okay baby?”

You nodded, feeling your jaw began to ache and your eyes beginning to water as he stood up, quickly snapping his hips all the way down your throat making you gag as your nails dug down his hips.

The pain only motivated him to go rougher, as he roughly yanked your hair send a pain throbbing into your scalp as he continued to force his way down your small throat, your vision of him blurring from the watery eyes.

“You look so good taking my cock babygirl.” Jungkook praised quickening his pace, his voice strained and his grip on your hair tightened as his cock began to twitch again, “Keep gagging for daddy.”

It wasn’t hard to fill his request as he knocked in and out of your mouth roughly before feeling a hot string of release slip down your throat as he panted, running a hand through his hair as he let himself slip from your mouth, “Ah fuck you cant offer that when we have to go somewhere.” Jungkook groaned looking at his phone to check the time. Sitting back you wiped both your mouth and tears as you raised an eyebrow, looking awfully cocky for someone who had just got mouth fucked, “What did I do? We still have three minutes to spare.”

Extending a hand Jungkook helped you up, towering over you looking ready to take you against the wall despite not being able too, much to his frustration, “Yeah and it’s not enough time to take you over the dresser.” He huffed running a hand through his hair, “Later?” His expression softened slightly, as if suddenly unsure if you wanted that.

Shrugging you had went back to your pile of clothes, beginning to change, “If you’re still up for it, I’m not gonna say no to getting jack hammered.”

Jungkook had quickly pulled the shirt over his head, grabbing the white button up on the other side of the bed that had been abandoned, “I’m always up for it.” He smirked, eyes glued to your exposed body as you pulled the nice comfy dark plum panties up, “Nice ass by the way.”

Sighing you turned to face him, making that bunny grin appear as he finished buttoning his shirt, “What? I’m giving you a compliment. All I’m saying is you’d look better in a skirt.”

“Oh so you can try and get me off in front of everyone? No thank you.” You scoffed curving an eyebrow making his grin become more sheepish at his intentions suddenly being exposed. Making you realize that was exactly his plan as he gave you a wink, “And you think shorts would stop me?”

You puckered your lips together, squinting harshly as you crossed your arms, not saying anything despite your cheeks flaring with each passing moment, “Lets go, I’m starving.” You heard him bark out a laugh as you turned around resigned, unable to face him any longer at the idea of what he wanted to do. You wouldn’t have blew him had you known he was gonna try and repay the favor sooner than later.

“Your complexion looks so radiant Y/n! I knew this trip would be good for you,” Your mother chirped out smiling at you broadly as you glanced up from your plate, “You work yourself too much.”

Who was gonna tell her your complexion was post sex skin? Clearing your throat slightly as you gave an impish smile trying to force the vivid flashes from your mind, “It’s been nice, I won’t lie but I’m not gonna get carried away. You know I’ll be back at work soon.” You tsked as you leaned back in your seat, giving her a playful, but knowing look. Everyone seemed to resent the idea of you going back to work but it was work, what could you do? Even your mother sighed slightly, looking mildly saddened by your words making guilt gnaw in your stomach. This was her fairytale ending, not yours.

You weren’t interested in being whisked away into the high glamour and fast paced life of the rich. It sounded fun but was it really? Could it really beat pizza night and 3 am drunken shenanigans with your friends the rare moment you all had the night off. Could it really beat the electric neon light arcade room you loved visiting so much at dawn when you wanted nothing more then too sleep? Or the shitty bed and breakfast you stayed at when the weekends got too rough at your dads. There was so much more to life than wealth and power.

“Ah don’t worry about her Emi, she needs to make her own path in life. I quite admire that.” You couldn’t help but smile at Seung’s words as you shook your head, nodding towards him in agreement, at least someone seemed to understand, “Say you wouldn’t mind letting the girls keep us company today, would you Hwan?”

Hwan had those steel eyes that never seemed to melt, looking calculating before shrugging altogether though looking as if he wanted to say no. Did this guy ever cut loose? “Depends if the owners want the meeting to be private.” He glanced to Jungkook who had wedged himself between you and Jimin.

He had continuously fiddled with your thighs beneath the table, even now he stroked a long finger up the soft skin as you attempted to wrangle it beneath the white cloth, “Oh, he's quite the women lover, the more the merrier, you’ll be joining us, right Y/n?”

“Dunno,” you replied casually though your eyes looked ready to kill him as you grabbed his fingers beneath the table, squeezing them in a death grip as you gave a menacing grin, “Probably not, by the feel of it.”

No one else seemed to catch your innuendo or his slight wince, only for him to regain his cocky expression, leaning down slightly as the smirk coiled on his lips, “Feel of it huh?” You attempted to not jump in your seat at his fingers yanking from your grip to only squeeze the inside of your thigh harshly, “Come on, you’ll love it there,” You tried your best to not glare at him as his smirk widened, stroking the inside of your thigh higher and higher, “After all, you’re here to enjoy yourself, right?” This fucking brat.

Everyone seemed so oblivious to every double meaning of both of your words, Seung chimed in happily ignorant of your heated stares at each other, “Oh he’s right Y/n, it’s beautiful from what I’ve seen, you’ll love it there.”

Digging your nails into his hand caused him to jump back slightly, quickly crossing your legs tightly as you gave a sheepish smile, “Well I can’t refuse when you put it like that.”

Jungkook sat back triumphantly saying no more as breakfast continued on until you all eventually packed up to head out. You were positive Jimin didn’t know any better as to what you had been up too with his childhood friend but after feeling his tight grip curl around you waist, you had a distinct feeling he might’ve had some suspicions. Especially after the annoyed glance he gave Jungkook when he wedged himself in the seat between you both.

The trip to the business location was surprisingly painless, the entire trip was filled with chatter from both your mom and Jungkook’s mother, who you had quickly found out, despite her regal appearance she was incredibly soft spoken and sweet. Noting how Jungkook always seemed to have a soft expression when listening or speaking to her, only for it to harden when his father would join the conversation. They were definitely odd family dynamics but then again you remembered how bitter he seemed when talking about how controlling his dad was. You couldn’t necessarily relate, after all your dad was the exact opposite, he was utterly hands off your entire life unless he was provoked and even then that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

The estate was just as grand as everything else you had seen so far and even still it took your breath away, granted the more you looked at it, the more it sure did seem like some over glorified golf course, “Didn’t realize we were going to a mini golf course, I would’ve worn proper attire.” You snidely remarked to Jimin as you leaned close, you weren’t about to say that in front of everyone else but he seemed to always find your snarky comments amusing.

Jimin choked out a snicker as he shook his head, his black bangs waving as he glanced over at you in amusement, “Well the good news is it’s not. This is a getaway lounge. Loads to do once we get inside you’ll see.” Jimin handed you a flier as your eyes landed on the paper, opening it curiously only for your eyes to land on the prices. Who the hell could pay for this!?

“Getaway lounge? If you can afford something like this what do you people have to get away from?” You looked down in mild horror making him laugh again, obviously amused by your words.

Feeling an arm wrap around your shoulder loosely as Jimin shrugged, “Not necessarily a place to get away like it suggests. But sure does make a hell of a nice weekend off.”

“I’d say.” You scoffed out as you curved a brow, deciding to ignore his arm that had yet to remove itself from you. Finally getting out of the car you had put some distance between the both of you as you were guided inside the large building, “Anyways who’s spilling the bill for me if I’m gonna be doing stuff here?”

“Me of course, just call me daddy.” Jimin smirked down at you with a wink making your face curl inward sending him into a fit of laughter, it was so easy to tease you it was hard to resist the constant opening.

“Could you at least be honest and just say sugar daddy.” You groaned facepalming, your cheeks heating up despite you vehemently wanting nothing more than to brood in a corner, “Besides shouldn’t you be working a deal out or whatever with your-“ you weren’t sure what to call Jungkook and the others as you vaguely gestured over to them making Jimin give you an amused glance.

“Jungkook’s the broker here not me, I’m just here on visit. The owners a mutual friend of ours. My dad and Jeon are scouting for a new business contact which is why they’re here as well. Technically we’re all just observing the transaction.”

Suddenly coming along made a lot more sense as you nodded understandingly, before furrowing your brows as you tilted your head, “So shouldn’t you be...I don’t know? Observing?”

“I am from afar, it’s always more fun with company isn’t it?” Jimin leaned down slightly his lips tilting up as he curved an eyebrow, “Like you said, I’m practically your sugar daddy so my first responsibility is tending to you baby.”

You looked away from him, your face animatedly stoic despite the glow of your cheeks, “Don’t call me that.”

A deep laugh sounded from ahead making you glance up towards the noise, “Jimin that’s not very gentleman like of you.” You swallowed thickly closing your eyes, why the hell were there so many young rich guys? Not only that but this guy might as well have been carved out by god himself, his black hair was like silk and his cheekbones high set, eyes sultry and dark as he strode your way.

“Seokjin you’re one to talk huh.” Jimin replied snidely as he crossed his arms unimpressed, a hint of amusement in his eyes but his body appeared guarded. This must’ve been the owner of the property and the said mutual friend of him and Jungkook.

“Always,” Seokjin winked at him, obviously not taking him serious as he held out his hand to you, licking his lips as he introduced himself, “Kim Seokjin.”

Giving a sheepish smile you shook it as you fumbled out, “Uh- L/n Y/n, it’s nice to meet you! You...you didn’t hear all of that before- did you?” You backed up slightly feeling embarrassment washing over you after the look he gave you. He definitely had.

But Seokjin only gave a teasing smile as he stepped closer to you, making you attempt to practically hide behind Jimin, “I don’t judge. But I won’t lie- I’d make a much better sugar daddy if you’re ever in need.”

You had to turn away all together as he laughed, putting your hands in your face as you wanted to smash your head into the wall, seriously why was it always you? “Shit you’re right, she is cute to tease.”

“Seokjin she’s gonna file for sexual harassment if you keep it up.” A body suddenly stood in front of you, arms crossed and not looking as playful as his words should’ve been Jungkook gave a tense smile that didn’t meet his eyes, “Trust me, she would.”

“I’d probably lose if I tried.” You muttered under your breath as you fully turned to face them all again, glancing at Jungkook’s broad back. Always intervening now so it seemed, that probably wasn’t going to change for the rest of the week.

A bit odd though, you had a one night stand with him so his behavior was a bit possessive given the nature of your relationship. Or maybe he had just never been in a real relationship before or had an authentic friendship? It was difficult to tell. Peeping out from behind his back you’d definitely admit you felt safe from them behind him. And for that you’d give him credit, if he wanted Jungkook could easily come across as intimidating.

“For what? I was just throwing out a suggestion for her, she’s pretty cute- What? Don’t look at me like that Jungkook, not when-“ Seokjin had been cut off by the sound of the rest of your group noisily heading over, mainly the laughter coming from your and Jungkook’s mother. The conversation had seemingly been dropped at the sight of them as you had distanced yourself again from the three. You had all- thankfully- parted ways, Jimin just as he said kept you company granted you weren’t exactly alone sense you decided to stay with your mom and Soo Yun.

“I apologize we haven’t had a moment to speak Y/n,” You glanced up to the soft spoken voice of Soo Yun, she was so beautiful, it was obvious where Jungkook had inherited the majority of his good looks, his voice matched hers as well in angelic tone, “Jungkook’s been talking a great deal about you,” you furrowed your brows at her face suddenly twisting slightly, her eyes rather sad as she sighed, “Probably more than he should be. You’ll have to accept my apology on his behalf, he’s young and doesn’t really want to settle for his lot in life.”

Her words were odd, but ironically you vividly remembered the seamstress- Irene if you were correct, had said something along the same lines. What did everyone mean by that? You felt rather conflicted, Jungkook had warned you about Jimin but everyone who knew him, well it wasn’t necessarily a warning but it did make you wonder. You didn’t doubt those close to him for knowing how he must be. But the question was why? What was his problem? Pushing back thoughts of last night from your mind you gave a smile, “There’s no need to apologize! He’s a gentleman at heart, I feel like I should be the one apologizing honestly. I’m the only one who doesn’t seem to serve a purpose here.”

Soo Yun tsked at you, a warm smile etching on her thin lips, “I know you must feel like an outsider but please, don’t worry about it. I feel the same you know? I didn’t come from as low as your family but I definitely was never in this sort of class range.” She waved a hand as she mused her past, making you tilt your head in curiosity as she rambled on, “I’m incredibly lucky to have married Hwan but...” despite her words her smile was tense and didn’t meet her eyes, “To be honest money can’t buy happiness, it can buy a lot of things but not that. Even now I still feel out of place occasionally, that’s why I love your mother so much!”

She finally chirped out giving a beaming smile that could challenge the sun in brightness, “She understands how I feel and in return I do for her as well. I’m quite blessed to have met her and you both! I’m looking forward to the future you know? I know you aren’t interested in pursuing this life- and I can’t blame you. But I hope to see you in the future.” Soo Yun had gave you such a sweet and genuine smile you were positive your entire heart was going to implode.

She suddenly looked vaguely embarrassed as she ruffled her hair, “Ah I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear an old cat ramble.”

Realizing Jungkook had inherited that trait from his mother in rambling, she had the same classic look on her face that made you smile endearingly, “No! Don’t apologize, it’s okay, it actually makes me feel a bit better. Everyone keeps trying to suck me into this but, I’m just happy where I am in life you know? I don’t live on a grand scale but I wouldn’t trade my life for any other.” You felt your shoulders relaxing at ease, Soo Yun had such a natural charm about her, it was hard not to smile with her, no wonder her and your mother got along so well.

“Then don’t let others push you into what they want,” Soo Yun gave you an encouraging nod, “Stay true to yourself and you’ll always find happiness.”

You gave a happy hum as silence setting in thinking about her words. You couldn’t help but wonder about her, she seemed so sweet and kind but so sad. Maybe melancholy was a better way to put it, as if she genuinely understood your situation, or at least to a degree. You’d heed her words though regardless because there was no way on this planet she could have any harmful intentions.

Eventually Jimin had finally budged enough to get you to part ways with the moms as you bid them farewell. He was currently taking you to the sauna room, one of his favorite places to go and clear his head apparently, “So you’re telling me you can just rent out a whole room?” You curved an eyebrow incredulously as Jimin nodded.

“Mhm what else would you do? That would be gross sharing a room with a stranger.” Jimin said it as if it was obvious, weaving his way through the halls as if it was a second home. You supposed if you lived your entire life loaded that was a genuine statement.

Licking your lips you finally gave an amused grin as you chuckled, his words sounded so absurd he really had no idea, did he? “Boy what would you do if I ever took you to a public sauna?”

Not that you had ever been to one yourself but it made you wanna go just for the reaction. Jimin rolled his eyes despite the smile placing on his lips Opening the door to the room he gestured you inside, “But you won’t, will you?”

Noticing this wasn’t the sauna room but a changing room as you shrugged, “I won’t, probably couldn’t afford even the public sauna but that’s a broke kids life. Might as well enjoy premium while I have the chance.” Walking behind the changing wall as you called out, “We’re not actually changing in the same room right?”

“We are.” Jimin confirmed and you could imagine the smirk on his lips as you sighed. Peeling your clothes off, you found the complementary white bikini hanging with a silky white robe. Pulling the thong like material up before strapping in the halter top. Wrapping the robe around yourself as you called out, “Does that mean we have to walk out looking like this?”

Walking out from your side you noticed Jimin was already changed, robe in hand but obviously not wearing it, trying to keep your eyes away from his toned abdominal as he curved an eyebrow amused, “Y/n the door to our room is right there, unless you’re into nudity...”

“Shut up.” You groaned facepalming as he laughed, leading the way to the door up ahead as before opening it. Hot steam wafting out instantly opening your pores as you breathed in deep, your skin automatically heating as you stepped in taking a seat.

Jimin shut the door as he shrugged, giving you a cheeky look as he replied, “So you do? Interesting I’ll keep that-“

“I don’t!” You snapped out flustered, sighing annoyed as you crossed your arms, “It’s the opposite really. The last thing I wanna do is walk around a huge building in a flimsy robe wearing a two piece underneath. Sweat has begun to build on your brow and your body temperature had jumped significantly.

“Two piece huh?” Jimin licked his lips, eyes narrowing slightly as if challenging as he asked, “Care to display for me?”

Crossing your legs you squeezed them slightly as you have a cautious look, “Nah, I'm good.” Wiping your face as you fanned yourself slightly, pulling your hair up into a bun as you felt tempted to go ahead and take the robe off due to the steam making it stick uncomfortably to your body.

Jimin sighed dramatically as if your concern for sleeping with him wasn’t that big of a deal. And you supposed it technically wasn’t but it still bugged you. He sat down next to you, legs opened naturally as he glanced at you, “Still on about the whole us being legally related huh.”

“It’s a valid reason!” You shouted throwing your hands up as you glanced at him raising your eyebrows, what was this guys deal? Did it really not bother him that he’d address you as family- at least in public? “That is an extremely valid reason.”

You suddenly pressed your back against the wall as Jimin lunged, kneeling down as he caged you between his arms as you swallows thickly, lips smirking as he replied, “Yeah but they’re not married yet.”

“Oh my god.” You sighed closing your eyes, you couldn’t tell if your body was hot from his words or the steam. Sweat trickling down your neck as his eyes festered on it, tsking as he leaned in close, “How long have you been hiding those from me hm? Getting busy without me?”

You felt confused for a minute before realizing the hickies you had covered this morning. Shit! The steam had definitely wiped the makeup clean leaving them exposed as you gave a cryptic though sheepish smile, “Lets just say for as busy as I am I can make time for myself on rare occasions.” It was a vague answer, one that would allude to you having gotten laid before you flew to Dubai.

Jimin shook his head, his hand slightly creeping up the inside of your leg making your body stir, “Oh yeah? Wanna tell me about it kitten?” You swallowed at the sudden pet name, what you should do is tell him to stop, that this was a bad idea and you should go. But out of morbid curiosity and arousal you stayed put, swallowing once more, “Well, it was good. Amazing actually, I came five times.” Your lips had twitched into a smirk.

“Five times huh?” Jimin mused, his hand massaging the inside of your thigh making core begin to throb in anticipation as he leaned in, “Wanna see if you can come six?”

This was your out, despite his predator like words it was also said as an ask for consent to go further. If you had any common sense- any decency you’d back out right now, “If you’re good enough.” Except at this point in your life, what wasn’t a mess? Might as well add one more thing on the list. Jimin’s lips coiled into a full smirk as he undid the tie of your robe. You quickly discarded it feeling temporary relief as your body was covered in a sheen of sweat but the heat of the steam had already overtook it once more.

Your mind was already hazy from it but Jimin’s hands on the inside of your thighs certainly helped, “Mmm kitten you’re already wet aren’t you? Look at you sitting there all excited,” You squirmed at feeling his hand abruptly grab against your crotch as if testing his words, wiggling as he slid it up your clothed slit, pressing lightly as the fabric glided back and forth with ease, “What a slut, already this wet and I’ve barely done a thing.” Jimin curved an eyebrow amusement written on his face as his hand continued to stroke your heat, fingers ghosting over your clothed clit occasionally though it never failed to make you bite your lip, “But you’re daddy’s little whore aren’t you?”

You nodded eagerly as you felt his fingers pull the bikini aside, letting his fingers coat themselves against your heat before roughly dragging against your clit making you moan out. Pinching the bud before hitting its sweet spot as you whimpered again Jimin’s gaze had turned merciless, “Tch What a greedy bitch, looking at you whining like a brat against me. Obviously he didn’t satisfy you enough. I’ve been waiting for this you know? That look on your face when I make you cum. Mm fuck and it looks good on you too.”

He dragged his fingers down your slit pushing two fingers inside you, your tiny walls instantly clenching around him as you gasp before swallowing harshly, pumping his fingers agile as he leaned in, “Go on, beg for your orgasm you little slut, go on. I know you wanna cum on daddy’s fingers.”

Eagerly you sprung into action quickly bucking your hips as you rode his fingers complying, “Please let me cum daddy. I’m daddy’s little slut that wants to cum! Please daddy please!” You continued to beg feeling him add a third finger in approvingly as you whined, “Daddy oh god, I’m so close please let me cum!”

Jimin finally leaned in between your thighs as he replied, “Go on kitten come on daddy’s fingers. Such a good girl.” You almost screamed at feeling his tongue make its way onto your clit massaging the bud before giving it kitten licks. Clenching your walls around his fingers you moaned loudly, feeling the grip in your stomach build before quickly releasing as you whined, continuously bucking your hips into his fingers wanting more.

Fuck getting laid so much had made your body dust off its high libido, “Please let me cum again daddy! Please! I- I need too!” You whimpered out as Jimin chuckled, slowingly down his fingers to a rhythmic pump, “What a greedy whore, another orgasm already?” His mouth attached to your clit again sucking it harshly making you scream. Toes curling as your walls clenched against bucking yourself into him as you felt your second orgasm reach its peak. Jimin glanced up at you from between your legs pulling his fingers out as he darkly asked, “Did I say you could cum?”

Your legs shook and you realized what would come next as he sat down, pointing to his lap, “Over my lap. Now.” Shaking you had wiped the sweat from your face though it seemed futile as the steam wafted more, crawling over his lap you felt a large bulge on your stomach, “Ass up.”

Lifting up your butt you gave it a small wiggle only for a sting to throb against it as his hand smacked down harshly, jolting you whimpered again as he continued to spank you, “Touch yourself you filthy slut, sense you wanna cum that badly go on.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes as he spanked you again harsher than the last as you obediently let your hand crawl under you and under the bikini band. Letting your fingers toy with your clit as you sobbed out, feeling another harsh spank against your ass as you brushed your fingers over your overstimulated clit, “Keep rubbing you bitch.” He snapped out with another spank.

Whimpering you felt the pressure in your core build faster as your hands slid against the bud faster, feeling another sting against your ass as you bucked your hips, “Daddy- I’m- im going to cum- please let me!”

“Go on I know you’re a greedy whore, cum on daddy’s lap.” Jimin sneered out his hand harshly landing another blow on your ass, before grabbing your tied up hair and yanking it harshly. With his permission your legs had begun to shake and your moans heightened as you hit just the right spot on your clit to let the orgasm wave over you.

With one last smack he gave you a moment to recover, “Are you ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Y-yes.” You nodded slowly getting up from his lap, legs shaky but complying regardless. Jimin stood up, swooping down to pick you up by the ass. His body was just as hot as yours and the sweat against his body made his just as slippery pressing you against the wall as his lips went to your neck.

A loud ring suddenly jolted you both out of the steamy moment as you gaped slightly. Groaning Jimin slowly pulled from your neck, holding you propped against the wall in one hand as he shuffled the other one into the pocket of his swim bottoms, pulling his phone out as he asked somewhat annoyed, “Yeah? Right now?” He sighed though his nose sharply, “Doesn’t matter, we’ll be there.”

He hung up, glaring at his phone before putting it away, running a hand through his wet hair as he sighed, “Come on kitten, we’ll pick this up later.” He set you down as you steadied yourself against the wall. Glancing at him confused before finally asking, “What? Who was it?”

Jimin sighed exasperatedly as he replied, “My dad, everyone’s eating lunch right now. Apparently they were getting worried about us.”

Leaning against the wall you closed your eyes before muttering, “For good reason.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints from you.” Jimin grabbed your chin, leaning down slightly as he smirked, “Come on, let's go before they start looking for us.”

Nodding you went to grab your robe before making your way out of the room. Wobbling back to your changing station as you sighed, glancing down at all of the exposed hickies that had once been concealed. At least you were smart enough to bring a smaller makeup bag in your pursue. You worked deftly with your fingers as you didn’t pack any brushes but you did a good enough job for now. Running a hand through your hair as you sighed.

Maybe that was a sign from god you shouldn’t have said yes to him in the first place.

But shit, he was really good. You closed your eyes, face heating up again at all the degrading things he said, fuck it was still hot though. Sighing you shook your head, pulling out your phone to update your friends on your latest fuck up.

Putting it away you stood up before making your way to lunch with Jimin. Ironically after what had just happened you both seemed to converse as if nothing happened in the first place and you were grateful for that. Going out onto the terrace where everyone was laughing you gave an awkward smile as you waved, your mother grinning back as she waved you over, “Where were you? We were all getting worried!”

Taking a seat around the table facing the entrance you gave a small smile, “Oh, we just went to the sauna, nothing major. For my first time I’d say I can see why people go.” That was such a blatant lie but it rolled off your lips like it was the truth, you couldn’t even properly focus on the heat because of Jimin.

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself!” Your mother shot back chipperly, genuinely happy to see you must’ve been enjoying yourself. And you definitely had, maybe a little too much.

Jungkook had been glancing at you appraisingly as if searching for any visible evidence for what you assumed was Jimin sleeping with you. You weren’t sure why though, he warned you not to get emotionally invested in Jimin right? Or was that just for sleeping with him? Would’ve been nice for him to at least clarify, “The sauna huh?” He echoed not looking incredibly impressed as he glanced at Jimin.

Who smugly shrugged, making you wanna wilt, if that wasn’t an unsaid ‘yeah I tapped that’ then you weren’t sure what was. Jungkook’s eyes were unreadable before he glanced back at you, “I’ll have to take you next then.”

You couldn’t look at either of them, an odd tension took over the table, for you at least as you felt two sets of eyes bore into you. Finally managing a tense awkward smile as you shrugged, “Yeah sure...” fumbling with your hands as you placed them in your lap. You were in for punishment big time. The bad news was that you weren’t sure from who.

The table was taken over by the leading conversation of the mothers thank god, Seokjin had sat at the table as well constantly chiming in making the women cackle and yourself included. Definitely a ladies man. Lunch was almost over when it happened.

The double doors of the terrace opened as a voice sounded, “Jungkook! I didn’t realize you were visiting.” You felt confused by her low tone, long legs striding in with a big grin but somehow it look menacing, her heels clicked on the ground beneath as everyone turned to face her. Quickly taking the empty seat next to him Jungkook’s eyes had widened before they suddenly darkened broody, “Jae you didn’t tell me you were telling here.” You felt confused for a minute at his tone, it was casual but in a way was guarded.

Jae- as she was called, laughed hooking her arms around his despite him not budging, “Sorry baby but my friends convinced me last minute-“ her eyes had somewhere along the lines of her sentence placed on you, as if sizing you up in one breath before she gave you the world's most intimidating smile, “Oh I’m sorry how rude of me to not introduce myself.”

You felt tense at her words, they were charismatic but also felt like they had a venomous undertone. Pulling your drink to your lips as you kept a poker face, she leaned forward slightly before a smirk curled on her face, “I’m Kang Jae, Jungkook’s fiancée.”

You spat out your drink coughing harshly as you raised your eyebrows, unsure if you actually heard her correct, “His what!?”

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Girl Meets Evil - Chapter 1

Genre: Action Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Angst Rating: PG-13 - M Warnings: violence, immoral and unethical behavior, smut (eventually), mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: mafia!bts / gang!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for VIXX. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: The outfit Jungkook wears to the club is from the Love Yourself Tear O version jacket shooting. Taehyung is wearing the Airplane Pt 2 MV outfit. Jimin is wearing the white denim outfit from Fake Love MV and Jhope is wearing the outfit from the Fake Love MV Teaser.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @jiminnies-baby @och-ako @lizardsocial @katebacks

Summary: How could something so bad taste so sweet? All you wanted was an iced white chocolate mocha no whip extra ice on a hot summer’s day.

SERIES MASTERLIST

After a night out with your coworkers Sunshine and Raven, some liquid courage, and a mental pep talk, you were finally sitting outside the winery in the fresh air and dialing Jungkook’s number. You stood there in the cool night air asking yourself were you really about to call a tech geek and flirt with him? Here you were, coming up with some lame excuse to go see him.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Jeon Jungkook?”

“...........Who wants to know?”

His response being a question to your own question threw you for a loop. Definitely not the response you were expecting. Blushing and starting to panic, the wine was making it hard for you to focus as you tried to stutter out in explanation,

“O--Oh. This is the girl from the cafe just earlier today. Cafe Fantasia? We bumped into each other? Y--You gave me your card.”

And it was like the difference between night and day. Suddenly his tone was much lighter and he even chuckled a bit from what you could hear on the other end. Feeling relief wash over you, the sounds of rustling could be heard before he said happily,

“Aaahhh. Yes yes. The cutie pie from the cafe. Yes, I remember now. What can I do for you?”

The way he asked had you blushing. It wasn’t helping that the wine was already making you warm under the collar. Shamelessly fanning your face with your free hand and grateful that he couldn’t see you through the phone, you replied with the lines you had rehearsed in your head about a dozen times since the night began,

“Well----It’s my laptop. I think it might have a virus. But I don’t know for sure. It’s just kind of acting funny. I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”

“Sure thing, cutie. Wanna set up an appointment? I could get you in on Saturday.”

You looked down at his business card because you were pretty sure he didn’t include Saturdays as part of his working hours. Frowning with eyebrows knitted in confusion, you spoke up slowly,

“But you don’t work on Saturdays.”

“I know. But for a lovely lady like you, I’m willing to make an exception to the rule.”

Okay......This was totally not how you saw this conversation going. You were supposed to be the one to flirt with him but it was like he had totally turned the tables on you. Was he openly flirting with you??? It was almost impossible to believe. It was only when you heard his smooth, deep voice on the other end of the line that you finally snapped out of it.

“Babe? You still there?”

“Uh---- Ye-Yeah. I’m here. Um.....Wa--What time on Saturday?”

You could hear him chuckling and your face only felt warmer still. He was laughing at your stuttering, wasn’t he? Aish. The jerk. He probably had a super smug smile on that stupid handsome face of his too. Trying to control your heart and prevent yourself from passing out on the spot, you finally heard him reply casually,

“Eh, any time after lunch will work. I’m going to be home all day so no need for a specific time.”

“Okay. I’ll.....I’ll see you Saturday, then. Thank you so much, Jungkook.”

“Anytime, babe. Have a good night.”

“Y--You too.”

The rest of the week went extremely slow. It was hard to focus on your work as you jumped back and forth between feeling guilty for lying and nervous because you were going to be in extremely close proximity to a really handsome young man. You just didn’t know how to read him. His appearance screamed bad boy but his manners.....Well.....you were pretty sure he was trying to flirt with you that night.

Finally, Saturday was here and you spent your entire morning trying to figure out what to wear. Did you want to dress to impress or just keep it casual? This wasn’t a date. This was literally you lying so you could spend a couple minutes with him. Because if he really was a tech geek, it wasn’t going to take him very long to realize you had lied or that you’re just really dumb.

“Should I do something with my hair or leave it alone? Gah. This is stupid! How old am I, anyway?”

Finally steeling yourself up and settling for a dressy casual look, you decided to just blow dry your hair and let it fall however it wanted. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a date. Those were the words you chanted to yourself as you stared back in the full length mirror. You’re just there to spend enough time with him to see if maybe he’s someone you’re interested in pursuing.

You weren’t getting any younger and to be completely honest, you were lonely. You were bored and lonely. Sunshine and Raven could only help cure that boredom for so long when they had lives of their own to live. You had moved away from family so they were miles and miles away.

What did that leave you? With no one. Not even a pet dog or cat. So now it was time to start looking for that special someone before they were all picked over. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

After walking to your car in the apartment complex’s parking garage, you had talked yourself out of doing this at least five times. To boot, when you finally climbed into your car, you realized you had completely forgotten the laptop. That would have made you look real good, wouldn’t it?

Dear god this was a horrible idea. How were you going to function when you saw him? If you couldn’t even get this far, how were you going to handle facing him and even more so......being in the same room as him???

Then it hit you. Finally having grabbed your laptop and plopping it in the passenger seat, you sat there with both hands on the steering wheel as a dreadful thought entered your mind. What if he just expected you to drop off your laptop and pick it up several days later? What if you were getting all dolled up for nothing?

You were on the verge of crying in frustration as the tears threatened to well up in your eyes. You felt pitiful. Downright pitiful. Was this really your life right now? Sniffling and trying to pull yourself together, you decided to follow through with your plan and hope for the best. At least you could say you tried.

After punching in the address printed on his business card, it didn’t take you long to realize that, one, his office was located fairly close to where you lived and, two, his office appeared to be.....an apartment building? Perhaps his apartment was also his office? Blinking in utter confusion and curiosity, you decided to drive a bit further to find a parking spot on the street and just walk from there. It was a nice day after all.

With your laptop clutched to your chest, you managed to find Jungkook’s room number and tried your best to knock without revealing how nervous you were. Dear lord this was happening. You couldn’t remember the last time you tried to flirt with a guy. To say you were rusty would be the understatement of the year. Heart pounding in your throat, you watched the door open only to reveal.....well....Not quite what you were expecting.

“Ah! Cutie pie! So glad you were able to find me. Come on in.”

“J-Jungkook. You’re still eating. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

There he stood with a smile on his face despite mid chewing on what you could only assume was his late lunch. You should have known you would come at a bad time. Why? Because that was just the way your luck ran. As usual, he was dressed in all black but a lot more casual this time around. Plain black t-shirt with black basketball shorts. Shaking his head, he swallowed and quickly waved for you to come in.

“Ani ani. Don’t be silly. I was just finishing up, actually. Come on in and let’s take a look at that laptop.”

So much for looking all cool, calm, and collected. Suddenly feeling extremely warm, you did your best to step forward and through the doorway. You were happy you could take a minute to distract yourself and bow your head as you timidly slipped your shoes off. During this time, you heard him close the door behind you and asked casually,

“Can I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water, orange juice, Coke. Or I could brew up some coffee.”

“Um.....I’ll take a bottle of water, thanks.”

The last thing you needed right now was caffeine. You were already jumpy and jittery enough as it was thanks to your fried and frazzled nerves. Taking a timid seat on the couch, you sat there trying not to bounce your leg while your laptop was still clutched to your chest like a teddy bear. Looking around, you took a moment to soak up your surroundings.

A soft R&B tune came from the fancy sound system he had surrounding his huge screen TV. It was more than obvious that he loved his technology. No wonder he was a tech geek who worked on computers and stuff. The apartment was decorated in a nice, clean minimalist look and it screamed Jungkook. Shades of black, white, and gray. Looking over to your right, you could see a diffuser releasing scented steam and surprisingly, the smell didn’t give you a headache.

You had no idea Jungkook was such a........sensual guy? Was sensual the word you were looking for? The soft music combined with the aromatherapy......it all just seemed really sensual to you. Not behavior you’d expect from a guy who dressed the way Jungkook did. But then again......they always did say never to judge a book by it’s cover and that was exactly what you were doing.

“Here’s your water. I sort of turned it into ice water. Hope that was okay.”

“Oh---Of course! That’s totally fine. Thank you, Jungkook ssi.”

You blushed when you heard him softly snort in amusement while taking a seat next to you. You were grateful that he kept a safe distance so that your thighs or feet weren’t touching. Taking a couple sips of your water, you were actually quite pleased with the fact that it contained plenty of ice. It would help keep you cool as much as possible. Carefully setting your glass down on the coaster located on the coffee table, you timidly handed over your laptop.

“Ah, yes. The laptop that’s acting funny. Let’s take a look here and see what we got.”

Gosh what if he realized you were fibbing? That this was all just some lame excuse to come see him? You were once again trying to keep your leg from bouncing like a jackhammer as you watched him flip open your laptop and turn it on. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to make sure it was fully charged before bringing it over.

While he worked, which you had no idea what he was doing, you couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. In fact......It was pretty hot. Sexy even. Especially when his eyebrows would furrow together in concentration. His doe eyes quickly flicked all over your laptop screen while he worked.

Unbeknownst to you, he was simply running a few different scans; looking for viruses. This wasn’t the first time one of his clients swore up and down they had a virus when really they just had a bunch of junk on their hard drive that was slowing their computer down. While waiting for a disk defragment to finish up, he leaned back into the couch and asked casually,

“Enjoying your weekend so far?”

You decided it would be best to take a drink of your chilled water before answering. This was the first time since he started working that you’d have to speak. Holding your glass in your lap as if it would keep you grounded, you smiled a bit timidly and nodded.

“Yeah. I am. How about you?”

“Eh. It’s just another day. I don’t usually do a whole lot on the weekends.”

“Oh? Gosh. I seem to be busiest on the weekends. That’s usually when I get to run all my errands and clean my apartment.”

Realizing he never asked to know such information, you immediately blushed and quickly ducked your head to stare at your glass, suddenly finding it quite interesting. Knowing you weren’t looking, Jungkook allowed himself to sport a wide bunny smile of amusement. You were just too cute.

“Well, I must admit, my apartment didn’t look this clean when I first woke up this morning.”

He chuckled softly while he started using the touch mouse pad once again on your laptop. Suddenly looking up from your glass, you watched him with amazement as he just continued to smile in casualness. Did that mean he cleaned up the place especially for you or was cleaning just a part of his Saturday morning routine? You tried not to think too much into it.

“Okay, I think your laptop is safe. I couldn’t find any viruses but I did clean up your drive a good bit. So if anything, it should run a lot faster and smoother now.”

Just like that, it was time to say goodbye. It all ended so soon. You were almost finished with your water so you couldn’t even use that as an excuse to stay just a little bit longer. Smiling and setting down the glass, you carefully took your laptop from him and couldn’t help but notice how his fingers brushed up against your own. Dear god your face felt so warm. So embarrassing. Clearing your throat, you carefully set your laptop to the side and started to dig around in your purse.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook ssi. How much do I owe you?”

You were surprised to hear him chuckling so softly and looked up to see him sporting a smile that you couldn’t quite translate. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his nose scrunched up a bit. He looked absolutely adorable, honestly. It was hard to believe he was the same man you bumped into at the cafe; looking all bad boyish and stuff. There appeared to be nothing bad about Jungkook at all. He seemed like a really nice guy.

“First of all, you really don’t have to be so formal. Jungkook is just fine. And secondly, I’ve been thinking about that and I was wondering.......”

Now it was his turn to be shy and timid. You watched him fiddle with the hem of his over sized t-shirt as he bit his bottom lip in thought; choosing his words as wisely as he could. Finally making eye contact with you, he said a bit sheepishly,

“I was wondering if you’d accompany me tonight. There’s this club I haven’t been to in awhile. Club Hope World. It’s a really cool place. It’s clean and strictly forbids underage drinking and they have a lot of fun dance battles. It’s a really great time but I didn’t want to go alone. I know you said you’re busy on the weekends but I----”

“I want to go.”

It was completely silent in the apartment as the two of you stared at each other. Jungkook stared on in shock and surprise while you sat there staring like a deer in the headlights. What did you just say? Did you actually say you’d go? To a club??? You hadn’t been to a club since your college days. Granted that wasn’t too long ago but still. Smiling sheepishly and trying not to fan your heated face, you repeated a little more confidently,

“I want to go with you.”

That seemed to snap the poor boy back to reality as he blinked his doe eyes and cleared his throat. Adjusting himself in his spot next to you, he soon sported a bright smile and replied with eagerness,

“Great! I’ll pick you up later tonight. Here----Let me put my number in your phone and you can put yours in mine. Then you can just text me your address and I can let you know when I’ll be picking you up.”

The whole thing felt like a dream as you both handed over your cell phones and started adding each other into your contacts. Was this really happening? Were you adding your number to a guy’s phone? And was that very same and very handsome guy putting his number in your phone??? Yes. Yes he was. Wow! Talk about a score! By the time you had your own phone back in your hands, you were smiling like an idiot.

“Cool! Now all I need is your address.”

Duh. Of course that’s what he was waiting on. Trying to pull yourself together and get your head out of the clouds, you focused once more on looking him up only to find he wasn’t there. That’s odd. You scrolled up and down through the J section of your contact list and eventually looked up to say softly in confusion,

“You’re not in here. Did you just not hit save?”

“Oh I’m definitely in there. Scroll down to your S’s.”

With knitted eyebrows and your expression one of confusion and curiosity, you did as he said and scrolled down to the S section of your contacts. Instantly you were able to point him out. Without being able to control yourself, you snorted softly and immediately covered your mouth before saying in amusement,

“Super Hot Tech Guy? Really, Jungkook? Aigoo.”

You were shaking your head while he just smiled and that bunny-like nose of his scrunched up; clearly pleased with himself. Not that you were about to tell him, but you actually liked the title. It fit him perfectly. He was super hot and he was a tech guy. Smiling like an idiot once more, you started to send him a text that would contain your address. After hitting the send button, you looked up at him and announced happily,

“Should be pinging your phone any second now.”

“Hmm......Yep! Got it!”

Due to......reasons, Jungkook immediately recognized two things about your address. One, you didn’t live that far away from him. Not quite walking distance but it was a very short driving distance all at the same time. Two, you lived in the shadier part of this particular area. Good thing he didn’t live far away, then. Part of him wondered why you would live in such an area. Perhaps it was all you could afford.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up later tonight. It’ll be well after dinner hours since that’s when all the fun starts. But don’t worry, I’ll text you before I leave here.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jungkook.”

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you’d need every second of precious time you could get between now and then to help prepare yourself for what was to come. You’d have to pick an outfit, do your hair, and maybe even look into putting some makeup on. Good lord you didn’t know which was more nerve wracking. Getting ready to meet him today or getting ready to go clubbing for the first time in like three years.

“Thanks again, Jungkook. I really appreciate you taking the time out of your weekend to look at it. I hope I didn’t disrupt your day.”

He softly snorted once more while watching you clutch your laptop right back to your chest like you had done earlier. Your cheeks burned as he flashed you that charming bunny-like smile. Shaking his head in amusement, he said casually,

“You did no such thing. If anything, I should be thanking you for practically dragging you along with me to a club just because I’m lonely.”

‘But I’m lonely too, Kook.......I’m lonely too.....’

“Ani ani. I’m happy to go. Since my friends both have stuff to do this weekend, I’m pretty much lonely too.”

“Oh? Well then......that just means I have you all to myself then, doesn’t it?”

Dear god you were gonna pass out from overheating if he didn’t shut the hell up. With a soft laugh and clutching the laptop even closer to your chest like some kind of security blanket, you briefly bit your bottom lip before saying a little too quickly and an octave too high,

“Well I should go. Thanks again for everything.”

“Not a problem, cutie. I’ll see you later tonight.”

You didn’t risk saying anything else as you practically power walked to the door where your shoes were. All you wanted to do was stuff your face in a freezer to help yourself cool off. How on Earth were you going to survive tonight? Then again, you had asked yourself several times this morning how were you going to survive being in the same room as him and here you are barely surviving that.

While your back was turned as you slipped your shoes on and gathered your things up, Jungkook could only smile and silently laugh as he watched you. You really were the cutest thing he had ever seen. It would be fun playing with you. That’s for sure. So easy to fluster. After waving you off, he smirked to himself but a sense of fondness and endearment was there settling somewhere in his chest. Perhaps you were playing with him.

“I just did that.........I really just did that......”

You sat there in your car still parked on the side of the street as you took a few minutes to process what the hell just happened. A super hot tech guy just asked you out. His number was in your phone and......Your mind was just blown by all of this. Here you had been panicking all morning long that you weren’t even going to get two minutes with him and now you were going to a club with him. Life really did work in strange ways.

Indeed, you spent the whole afternoon trying to prepare for this one night. Clothing. That was going to be the hardest part. Ever since you graduated from college, all you did was work. Work, work, work. All work and very little play. Your job was wonderful but honestly you were being extremely underpaid if you were to be true with yourself.

So your biggest task for the day was to pick an outfit that didn’t make you look like you were heading for a business conference. That was proving to be harder than you anticipated. Clothes were scattered everywhere to the point where it looked like someone had ransack the place. You would try something on but then immediately take it off and this process repeated for quite some time. Just when you were sitting on your bed and about to make an emergency run to the department store, something caught your eye.

It was a cardigan. An old cardigan you had saved from your college days. It was too pretty and too expensive for you to just give away or to drop off at the local charity store so you kept it; hidden deep within the confines of your closet. It didn’t exactly scream club night but it also didn’t scream business conference either. Not to mention you really didn’t want to spend money on clothing if you didn’t have to. You could make this work after all.

Finding a black, sleeveless dress shirt to where the fabric cascaded down your chest, you put a crap ton of deodorant on before slipping your arms through the sleeves of your cardigan. It was a deep maroon color that accented your complexion perfectly. Now for some pants. Pants, pants, pants......Most of your bottoms consisted of pencil skirts or dress pants. Crap. You were so close to completing this outfit. You couldn’t fail now.

“A-ha!”

Just a little further down the row of clothing, you found an old pair of skinny jeans. They were black and ripped in the knees a bit because that’s the style you were in to back in the day. But could you even still fit into them? Why were they still hanging up in the back of your closet? Perhaps it was a sign that you were meant to wear them tonight? Either way, you held your breath as you slipped them on and thank the good lord above they still fit you.

There. The hardest part of the mission was over. Or so you thought.

Your hair. What should you do with your hair? This was starting to look and sound like this morning all over again. When all you had to do was work your life away, appearance was pretty cut and dry. You figured it would be pretty hot inside with all the bodies dancing around and such, so perhaps your typical bun would work? Maybe you could spruce it up with some curls hanging in your face? Yeah. That could work. Let’s do that! You got this! It’s all under control now.

After some bobby pins and tons of hairspray, you had your hair perfectly in place just like every other morning when getting ready for work. The curls that framed your bare face seemed out of place but you were trying your best to seem.....casual? You stared back at yourself in the mirror and that’s when the second guessing started up again. The self-doubt and wondering if this was such a good idea.

“No! I’m doing this. I got this far. He asked me. That’s got to count for something. I can do this and I will.”

After the small pep talk, you then decided to try and eat something before applying any makeup. No sense in putting lipstick on if food was just going to wipe it all off. Not to mention make said food taste like lipstick. Gross.

After downing a bowl of ramyeon, you brushed your teeth and used a ton of mouth wash before finally getting around to putting on some makeup. Deciding there was no need to go all out since it’d probably be dark in the club, you kept it pretty simple. Just your usual routine for when you got ready for work. Once finished, you stood there in the mirror in your bathroom and took a deep sigh of relief.

“I’m ready.”

Just like he had said, Jungkook arrived super late and you wondered if you were even going to make it the whole night through. Being someone who worked themselves to death, you weren’t exactly night owl material. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday. At least you could sleep in if needed. You had received his text and a little less than 10 minutes later, he was parked out front waiting on you.

‘Wow. He looks amazing!’

‘Oh god. She’s too cute.’

There Jungkook stood, leaning against the passenger side door and ready to be a gentleman and help you into his car. His attire for the night was pretty simple yet literally flashy all at the same time. He wore a v-neck white t-shirt and black jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. Over the t-shirt he wore a deep red jacket that sparkled under the night lights. He looked like the pride and glory of Satan himself standing there all dark and confident. You couldn’t help but notice his hair was styled and he himself wore a bit of makeup. Dang.

You were too cute in his eyes. Clearly you didn’t get out much. What with your cute cardigan and your hair all up in a tight, neat bun. In fact, you wore your hair just like that the day he not-so-accidentally bumped into you at the cafe. Although he noticed you tried to mix it up a bit by letting some hair fall into your face which appeared to already be driving you nuts as you tried to tuck the soft locks behind your ear.

“Well don’t you look adorable.”

“Th---Thanks. You look really nice too.”

Curse you and your stupid stuttering. You gripped your clutch purse with white knuckles as you flashed him a bashful smile. This was going to be a long night that was probably going to leak into early morning when your butt would normally be in bed sleeping. Oh boy. You blinked when he suddenly leaned off the car, which was actually super nice by the way, and lifted his hand to reach out to you. Your heart pounding as you tried to figure out what he was doing.

“Just one thing I noticed here......”

The next thing you knew, your hair was falling and cascading all around you as he took out every bobby pin and the hair tie that was holding your perfect hair bun in place. Your mouth hanging open as he came back around to smile at you while holding all the hair accessories in his hands. Wow his hands were even pretty.....

“Jungkook!! I worked hard on that! Why’d you do that!?!?”

“You need to lighten up and let loose a little, cutie. You’re too uptight.”

Squaring your shoulders and folding your arms across you chest, you sported a loud pout before saying stubbornly,

“I am not uptight. This is just my unique style, okay?”

“Props for loving yourself but you’re too pretty to be dressing like your grandma. Come on. I know someone who can help us.”

You didn’t know whether you wanted to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl or punch him in the throat. He had just complimented you and insulted you all in one sentence. However, as he stood there smirking and opening the passenger door for you, you grumbled and muttered while climbing in,

“I don’t dress like my grandmother.”

Having no clue where he was taking you, you decided to focus on his appearance once again. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that he was actually wearing color. Not to mention that makeup. Dang. You wondered if someone had done it for him. Having nothing else better to do, you decided to try and get back at him by saying with a bit of attitude,

“I can’t believe you own something other than black.”

Your initial response was a soft snort of amusement. Sneaking a glance, you noticed his nose was scrunched up in that adorable bunny-like fashion and it made your heart leap. How could one man look so devilishly handsome and adorably cute all at the same time?? How?!

“If you can believe this, yellow is my favorite color.”

It was like staring at the biggest, loudest oxymoron you had ever laid eyes on. Jungkook, a man who was dark and mysterious, loved the color yellow? Yellow, one of the brightest colors imaginable. It just didn’t make any sense. Trying not to grin too much, you asked as casually as you could,

“Do you ever wear yellow?”

“Nah. I don’t think it looks right on me. I prefer sticking to dark colors.”

Now long over Jungkook’s little stunt of undoing all your hard work on your hair, you watched as he drove you both through a part of town you were unfamiliar with. Eventually, he parked along the side of the street and turned the engine off. With a wide smile and mischievous glint in his dark doe eyes, he announced happily,

“We’re here.”

Deciding it’d do no good to ask questions, you simply rolled your eyes while unbuckling yourself and climbing out. Once he had locked the car, he motioned for you to follow him up to a small and quaint looking storefront. It appeared to be a beauty boutique of some kind. Oh boy. You knew where this was going. So much for all your efforts to look nice. You totally didn’t dress like a grandma.......Did you???

Walking in, you listened to the bells chime against the door and took a moment to soak the place in. Yep. It was definitely a beauty boutique. There were two salon stations to the right and a couple mani pedi stations to the left. The decor was very......unique. You could only imagine who the store owner was and what they looked like. You jumped a bit when your date called out casually,

“Taehyung-ah! Get out here!”

“You brat! How dare you address me without honor......Ohh.”

Oh dear lord.

The man standing before you was......different. You didn’t know how else to say it without sounding rude. His attire screamed Arabian Nights with how baggy they were. Granted he pulled the look off really well. Glasses were perched on his nose but you had the distinct feeling those were just for looks as well. His eyes were sharp as they took you in; feeling like he was staring into your very soul.

“Tae, I need your help.”

“Yes I can see that.”

“I’m taking her to Hope World so.....work your magic, will you?”

“Ooohhh. Hobi hyung’s dance club, huh? You got it. I’ll fix her right up.”

“Yah! Will you two stop talking about me like I’m not literally standing right here?!”

With the two of them chuckling, you pouted and watched the male named Taehyung reach out for you and gently took both of your hands in his. Lifting one up to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles, he said with a charming smile,

“Don’t worry, love. You’re in good hands now. Come. Follow me to the back.”

Before following him, you looked over your shoulder to see a very smug looking Jungkook as he winked before turning away to lounge in one of the salon chairs. Jerk.

While you watched Taehyung flip through racks and racks of clothing, occasionally pulling an article out to inspect it only to put it right back, you noticed that he definitely had a natural talent for stuff like this. You could understand why Jungkook brought you here. Speaking of, it was Taehyung’s question that brought you out of your little daydream.

“So how do you know Jungkookie?”

“Oh um----We bumped into each other at a cafe and he gave me his business card. I had him check out my laptop earlier today because it’s been acting funny.”

“Hmm. What a fortunate coincidence for you, eh?”

You pouted when you realized he had just called you out on your lame and pathetic attempt to spend time with the boy. Had you really been that obvious? What if Jungkook realized it too? What if he knew all along your laptop was fine but was just playing along to......Ugh. You felt like such a loser. Your self-esteem now successfully shot all to hell, you suddenly turned on your heel and started to make your way out.

“Hey whoa whoa whoa. Don’t be like that. I was just teasing. Get back here. I have a job to do.”

You wanted to fight back. To rip your wrist out of his hold. But upon looking into the male’s eyes, you could spot sincerity and so you stayed. Silence followed as you watched Taehyung pick out piece after piece and you wondered how he could tell your sizes. Perhaps he was just that good. As he finally picked out a leather jacket, he said casually,

“Okay I think we’re ready. Be a doll and take these and try them on. The dressing room is just on the other side of this curtain here.”

Nodding in understanding, you carried the somewhat heavy pile of clothing and stepped through the curtain. Dang. There was a full length mirror on all three walls. Taking a deep breath, you placed the pile on the bench in front of you and started to shed your own clothing. Not gonna lie, you were a little hurt because you had put so much effort into your ensemble. In the same token, you knew darn well these weren’t clubbing clothes. So you couldn’t be too upset. But still, your pride was wounded.

“How do I look?”

“Like you were made for my little Jungkookie. He better have tissues ready because his nose is gonna bleed all over my damn floors.”

That wasn’t exactly the response you were expecting. Heat crawled up your neck and burned your cheeks to the tips of your ears. In all honesty, you had stared at yourself in the mirrors for quite a good few minutes before stepping out. It was like......playing dress up. Or putting on a Halloween costume. You looked so different but you knew it was you staring back.

“Thanks, Taehyung ssi.”

“Pffft. Please. You don’t need to use honorifics. It’s the punk outside who needs to use them. Come on. Let’s blow his mind.”

Feeling a smile spreading on your face, you nodded and allowed his hand to rest on your lower back as he guided you down the hall and back out into the open room. Your boots made soft thuds as you finally stood at the end of the hallway where the lighting of the store could wash over you.

Jungkook could have sported a boner right then and there. Had he not known how good Taehyung was at his job.

“Shit.”

There you stood looking absolutely perfect. Black boots that came up just over your knees and tied up the back. Legs clothed with super thin black stockings. Cute charcoal gray mini skirt that ruffled and came to your mid thighs. Black halter top that hugged your cleavage in all the right places but still kept things conservative. But his favorite piece of the whole thing was that jacket. Black and leather with belt straps and studs in all the right places.

Dear god he was in Heaven. It was like you were his dark angel here to take him to a sinful kind of paradise. Yet the shy smile and blush brought him back to reality. You were still that adorably shy girl who worked way too much and didn’t play enough. Hopefully tonight he’d change all of that. It was then that you shyly turned to the other male and asked timidly,

“What do I owe you, Taehyung ssi?”

“Oh my god. Get her out of here before I keep her all to myself. And take some pointers from her while you’re at it. She has way more manners than you do.”

“Will do. Thanks, Taehyung-ah.”

“Why you little bast---”

You were stunned as everything happened so fast. One second you were standing there watching the two boys interact and the next you were being dragged out of the boutique listening to the muffled cursing of one Kim Taehyung. You watched Jungkook snicker while he unlocked the car and once again held the passenger door open for you.

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say you enjoy messing with him.”

“Oh absolutely. And I can get away with it because I’m the baby and he loves me.”

“The baby?”

You watched him climb into the driver’s seat and start the car up once more. While he buckled himself in, he grinned and nodded while saying casually,

“Yeah. In our group of friends, I’m the youngest so that makes me the baby. Actually, the club we’re going to is owned by one of them. Hobi is a nice guy. If we’re lucky, he’ll be there and you’ll get to meet him.”

Nodding, you watched him put the car into gear and you were once again on the road. Seeing as how you didn’t get out much, you hadn’t really heard of this Club Hope World. You could only pray that Jungkook was right in saying that it was clean and strict on the rules. You were a good person with morals and you didn’t want to associate with things like underage drinking.

“Oh, and I meant to tell you, I’ll be the DD for tonight so try whatever you want. Hobi has some really nice cocktails. I don’t know if you like that kind of stuff or not but just throwing that out there.”

“Gosh I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a cocktail.”

“Well then tonight’s the night. Have whatever your heart desires, cutie. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

You looked over just in time to see Jungkook flashing a wink in your direction and you immediately turned your head to look out the window; blush burning your skin. Getting drunk definitely wasn’t on your list for tonight. It was hard to tell what you’d do or say when you’re sober around him, let alone drunk.

It seemed like in no time at all, he was parking the car once more and helping you out like a real gentleman. You noticed his eyes looking you up and down once more and couldn’t help but smile. It was a mixture of pride and bashfulness as you liked his staring but it was also making you shy. It had definitely been awhile since you were out on the dating scene. But then again.......was this a date?

When it came time to enter, you were shocked how Jungkook jumped ahead of everyone else while tugging you along with him. You could hear the scoffs and snide remarks from people as your broad shouldered companion pushed through the crowd towards the entrance. Your one hand immediately going to your purse for your ID, you watched in astonishment as Jungkook merely exchanged nods with one of the bouncers and was let through and you along with him.

“Pays to be besties with the owner. So what do you wanna do first? Want to dance or maybe try a drink?”

You looked around in awe. It was plain to see why the place was called Hope World. Unlike most clubs, this place was bright and full of color. Colors that made your heart happy and filled you with.....well.....hope. It was like walking into some kind of spin off of Candy Land. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You were glad you decided to see this through.

“Um.....how about----”

“Hey! Jungkookie! Over here!”

You look over to your left and despite all the people, you could make out someone, actually two someones, waving their arms up in the air in an almost desperate and embarrassing attempt to get the male’s attention. Looking back at your.....date? You notice him smirking in amusement before turning to look down at you.

“Come on. Meet more of my friends.”

It was amazing how.....comfortable....you were with having Jungkook’s large and warm hand on your back. It felt almost natural, really. Walking through the crowds of people, you notice how the two boys kept flickering their gazes back and forth between Jungkook and yourself. There was something about their smiles that seemed......mischievous.

“Cutie, this is Jimin hyung and Hoseok hyung. Hoseok is the one I call Hobi.”

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Oh god, Kook. She’s adorable. Where’d you find her?”

Hoseok, who you remembered Jungkook mentioning being the owner of the club, walked up to you and you were shocked at how okay you were with him gently squishing your cheeks together. It was an act of endearment for sure but it still took you a bit by surprise. Seems like this guy was quite the comfortable and social butterfly who could easily approach people. Strangers and acquaintances alike.

“At a cafe. We bumped into each other. Just so happens she needed my services. So she’s paying me by being my date tonight.”

Did he have to be so bloody honest????

Thank goodness for the different colored lights that hung from above. At least they could help you hide your raging blush. Looking over at the male named Jimin, you noticed him smiling a warm and knowing smile. It was almost like he was staring at you in fondness. Smiling back rather timidly, you listened to him speak up.

“Our Jungkookie is quite talented with technology, isn’t he?”

You nodded bashfully and subconsciously leaned further into the male who apparently was indeed your date. So did that mean Jungkook considered this a date? Gah. You were probably thinking too much into it. That is.....till you felt his hand leave the small of your back only to wrap around your waist in a protective manner. It was then that Hobi dramatically placed a hand over his heart and looked away while practically shouting,

“Oh my lord! They’re too cute! My eyes are burning!”

While you were a blushing mess and only wanted to hide in Jungkook’s chest, said male and Jimin exchanged matching looks with eye rolls and everything. Chuckling, Jimin nodded his head backwards towards the colorful floors of the club and asked Jungkook casually,

“Wanna battle? It’s been awhile.”

Looking up at the youngest male, you watched a smirk spread across his face and dang that was hot. You felt you were going to overheat as arousal stirred in your lower tummy. And then he was looking down at you and out of reflex, you gulped; suddenly very thirsty......in more ways than one.

“Want to watch me wipe the floor with this hyung?”

“Pffft. Please. Better have an ambulance on standby because I’m gonna break this delinquent.”

You were actually giggling behind your hand but the sounds died in your throat when you felt Jungkook give your waist a small and gentle squeeze. Looking back up at him in curiosity, you noticed his eyes and his expression took on a slightly more serious shade.

“Stay with Hobi hyung, okay? Don’t wander off alone.”

Well that was odd. Blinking up at him in curiosity and now confusion, you nodded all the same and you watched him visibly relax. With him flashing you a brighter smile, he leaned in and surprised you with a kiss to your forehead. Dang. You were gonna pass out for sure if he kept this up. Seeing your flustered state, he simply winked and started to follow his hyung over to the dance floor where the dance battles were held.

Immediately the crowd was going crazy as they recognized what was about to happen. You felt an arm snake around your waist and instantly tensed up. Looking over to your right, you quickly relaxed when you realized it was just Hoseok. His smile calmed your heart and you just knew his intentions were pure. He stared at you as if he were staring at a younger sister.

“You’ll love this. These two keep me in business. If you know what I mean.”

Curiosity and confusion filled you once more as you turned from the smiling club owner, to the two males standing a few feet apart from each other. Why was your heart racing? Was this what an adrenaline rush felt like? That very same heart skipped a beat when you noticed Jungkook flashing you another wink; almost laughing when some of the girls in front of you thought it was for them and they freaking swooned.

And then the music started. It was like watching an angel and a devil, yin and yang. Jimin was dressed in some kind of graffiti styled, off white denim ensemble while Jungkook was dressed in his signature dark colors. His jacket made him sparkle like the rarest jewel. You had eyes only for him as you watched him take his turn; seeing as how Jimin had won the coin toss to go first.

His body was so.....fluid. The moves he made. If you had tried to pull any of those moves off, you would have broken every bone in your body. But not Jungkook. And not Jimin either. You had to admit, Jimin was pretty dang good. But your eyes kept flickering back to your date. Even when all he was doing was standing there and grinning like a fool at his friend and opponent.

Jimin’s moves were more exact and precise while still being fluid. You could tell he had went to school for dancing. It was so obvious from the way his body moved and his hands caressed his own physique. You noticed that he was using his smaller body build to his advantage. Sometimes it paid off to be small. You would know. While you may have been extremely biased, you could appreciate Jimin’s style of dance.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s moves were more......strong? It was like he was fluid but his moves were rough around the edges. He was going at it harder than ever as it was his turn once again. It was a wonder neither one of the two didn’t pop a socket. You didn’t even know the human body could move like that without breaking something.

At one point in time, you heard Hoseok excusing himself to take a call. Granted you weren’t worried, but Jungkook’s words from earlier swirled in your head. He didn’t want you wandering off alone. But why? Maybe he just didn’t want to lose sight of you in the crowd? Hmm. Weird. Shrugging to yourself, you continued to watch but quickly became aware that you were in dire need of something to drink.

Taking a quick trip to the bar by yourself wouldn’t hurt. You’d be back before the dance battle was even over. Solidifying your decision, you made your way for the bar where all kinds of glass bottles were on display in the background. Hmm. Jungkook said you should try a cocktail. And he did say that he’d be your DD for the night. Smiling as you felt yourself slowly loosening up, you nodded at the bartender who you noticed sported cute dimples when he smiled back.

“What’ll it be, beautiful?”

Trying to ignore the flirty mannerisms of the bartender, you smiled up at the board instead. Gosh it had been so long since you had a drink. You wouldn’t even know what to pick. Quickly looking back down at the male, you smiled sheepishly and replied over the sound of the music,

“Something fruity. Surprise me.”

“One fruity surprise, coming up!”

It all happened so fast and you were completely unsuspecting; having been wrapped back up in watching the two boys still battling it out to see who would surrender first. You could see sweat pouring down both their faces as neither one refused to bow out. They both wanted to be the victor but someone was going to have to lose eventually.

“Here you go, babe. Enjoy!”

But you were still watching. No worries. The glass of fruity, alcoholic goodness would still be there. The bartender had moved on to another customer and you were still watching your date like a lovesick puppy. It was just the right amount of time for something to go wrong. Terribly wrong.

Deciding you had deprived your body of liquid long enough, you turned around and grabbed your glass before walking back to the crowd. Sipping the drink, you realized the guy behind the bar knew what he was doing. Wow! This tasted amazing!

When you returned to your spot in the thicket of bodies, you noticed Hoseok looking from panicked to relieved the second he saw you. Smiling apologetically, you allowed him to reel you in once more and from the way his arm was hung protectively around you, you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. No more wandering off for you tonight.

“I let you win.”

“Pffft!! You’re a terrible liar, Kookie. I won that fight fair and square. Didn’t I, cutie?”

As you continued to sip on your drink, you simply shrugged and smiled around the small straw. You could hear Jungkook hissing a yes in victory; saying something about his girl staying by his side no matter what. It made you giggle and you leaned happily against Hoseok. Wow. This drink was really really good. You could have three more glasses and be happy as a clam.

Eventually Jungkook took you off the boy’s hands and you were happily leaning against him; tipsy as you grind your body against his own. You really weren’t much of a dancer but the alcohol in this drink was now rushing through your veins and controlling you. Granted perhaps you were a lightweight, but Jungkook knew even just one drink couldn’t make someone this......intoxicated.

“How about we go sit down for a minute, hmm?”

“Nnnnooooooouuuuuuu. I don wanna!”

Gosh you were too cute. If he thought you were adorable sober, you were twice as much while drunk. Smiling at your pout, he gently shook his head and started to penguin waddle the two of you over to a table that was thankfully empty. The cute walk had you giggling with your head thrown back; nearly knocking him in the chin.

“Jungkookieeeee. I don’t feel good. I----”

And the last thing you remember was the drink slipping out of your hands and a pair of strong arms holding you up before you could fall. You were pretty sure it was Jungkook’s voice calling out your name but it was like your mouth was full of cotton as was your brain.

Then your whole world went black.

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Lifetime #14: A Thin Line - Jake x Cris

Summary: It’s a thin line between love and hate. With 2,139 lifetimes on La Huerta, not every go-round was roses for Jake and Cris. Lifetimes AU.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 1303

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this idea of playing with the other 2,138 lifetimes on the island for a while! Initially a drabble prompted by @brightpinkpeppercorn for “A kiss to shut them up,” it turned into smut, because it’s me. Sorry this took forever and I hope you like it! Jake doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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"Diego, I can't stand that pompous ass!" Cris fumed, pacing the length of the jungle suite. "He thinks he has all the answers and knows everything when it's very clear he knows jack shit!"

Diego sat on the couch, a nervous look on his face. He had never seen his best friend worked up as much as she was at this moment. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as his gaze darted behind Cris.

"You know, Princess, if you're going to wail on someone, you might want to make sure your door's closed next time," Jake leaned against the door jamb, a smirk on his lips. Anger laced his eyes as he glared at her.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned to face the pilot, placing a hand on her hip. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?"

"Too many to count, Princess.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to keep her composure. It didn’t help. Reopening them, venomous daggers flew as she glowered at him. "Why don't you get out of my room and go fuck yourself."

Diego quickly made his way to the exit. "I’m – a – just going to... please don't kill each other!" He ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jake marched over to Cris, until they faced each other with no space for a breath between them. "Go fuck myself?" He seethed.

Cris raised her chin defiantly. "You heard me. Go. Fuck. Yourself."

She tried to ignore the heat coming off him, instead willing herself to not back down from his hardened stare. From this proximity, she noticed the darkening of the blue in his eyes. Her tongue quickly darted out, moistening her dry lips.

The minute movement caught Jake's attention, his glare flicking from her eyes to her mouth and back again. When he met Cris' eyes once more, there was another emotion coursing through him: desire.

Her mouth parted slightly as she recognized it. Sure, she initially told Diego about her interest in Jake – if he wasn't such a royal ass. They stayed motionless for a moment more before her eyebrows raised in shock.

Jake grabbed both sides of her face as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. Her eyes fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside, tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth, grabbing handfuls of his black t-shirt, before pulling back. She looked at him, a dazed expression reflected on her face.

"Jake, what're you –”

He cut her off with a kiss even more passionate than before, his desire and longing poured into it. Her knees nearly buckled as she felt herself melt into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his shaggy hair, gently pulling it.

Jake groaned, the sound reverberating to her core. Cris pressed further onto him, roughly yanking his green bomber jacket down his arms before letting it drop. An animalistic passion awakened inside of him as he pulled off her red tank top; a growl left his throat when he saw she was not wearing a bra. He bent down, taking a breast in his mouth, raking his teeth over her nipple.

They stumbled onto the bed, their clothes disappearing along the way. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling his body on top of hers as he ravaged her mouth with his. The feeling of his calloused hands was driving her mad as he squeezed her breasts before taking a hardened bud between his lips. She arched into him as he found her soaking core, sinking his fingers past her lips.

"God, you’re so wet, Princess. You like this, don't you?" With a feral glint in his eye, he watched her closely, "You like it when I fuck you with my fingers."

Her legs spread further apart in response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

"If that's how you're going to play it, fine. But I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're going to be screaming my name.”

"Then put your money where your mouth is, Top Gun, "she challenged, her breath shallow with indignation still evident in her tone.

A cocky grin crossed his face as he ducked down between her thighs, throwing her legs over his strong shoulders. He licked his fingers before plunging two digits into her wet heat, followed by his unrelenting tongue on her clit.

Cris cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her nub, her hands tangling in his hair as she moved against his face. All thoughts were lost as his fingers curled in her, nearly bringing her to the brink.

He pulled away and started stroking his hard dick. "I don't think so, Princess. Not until I hear you say it."

"Goddammit, Jake,” she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. "I want you to fuck me."

The next thing she knew, he flipped her over, raising her hips until she was on all fours as he positioned himself behind her dripping sex. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt his head at her entrance, slowly sheathing himself in her.

Jake groaned as he slid in all the way. "Fucking hell, Cris. You're so Goddamn tight."

"You feel so good," she exhaled sharply, closing her eyes and relishing him inside her.

He steadied his breathing as he began to thrust in earnest, slapping her ass hard enough where he was sure his claim on her would be obvious when she wore her tiny bikini. The sounds of their bodies becoming one echoed throughout the room as he rammed into her, unforgiving in his pace as he fucked her raw.

Cris could barely contain the whimpers as he pounded her from behind, the sensation of his cock hitting her spot pushing her to the edge. She begged him to go faster and harder, not caring that she would have trouble walking the next day. With her climax nearing, she reached down to rub her clit, only for Jake to pin her arm to the bed as his other hand worked his magic on her bud.

His fingers slid over her button furiously, the added stimulation causing her pussy to clench around his cock as the orgasm racked her body.

"Jake! I'm coming!" She screamed out as he continued pumping, her walls squeezing his throbbing member.

His thrusts became sloppy as he could feel his balls tensing in anticipation. He pulled out of her heat as he finished himself with a grunt, his cum shooting all over her back.

He collapsed on the bed, inviting her to his nook, wrapping an arm around her as she laid her head on his chest. Silence reigned while they both caught their breath, minds blank from coming so hard. His hand gently traced lines up and down her arm, the gesture completely opposite of his rough demeanor not even minutes before.

She heard his heartbeat slow, returning to normal, while his breathing deepened as he relaxed in his haze. Not wanting to be the first one to speak, she fought the urge to say something. It was an internal battle she lost.

"Jake?" Her voice came out raspy, like someone who just had the best sex of their life.

"Hmmm?" His fingers continued their trail, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Where does this leave us now?" Her fingernails lightly scratched at his chest, the gesture making his muscles involuntarily flex.

Jake tipped her chin up, bringing her in for a slow, lazy kiss.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell enjoyed doing that a lot more than our usual fighting, Princess."

Cris hummed in agreement, mulling over his words. Suddenly, that damn nickname didn't sound so bad after all.

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the-everlasting-dream · 6 years

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Toska - Liam x MC [x Drake], TRR AU

Part 1 of Unfathomable

Summary: The day they turned the life support off.

A/N: I’ve been waiting to write this for the longest time (am I a sadist for wanting to torture my own characters?) We’re gonna cover the hard stuff in this series so please heed the trigger warnings and have tissues ready.

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: Grief, description of injury, trauma (various), violence (Liz very mildly grabs a doctor), major character death. Please do not read if uncomfortable.

Permanent tags: @chantelle-x0x , @choicessa, @meeraaverywalker , @drakewalkerwhipped , @quartzandarrow , @mfackenthal , @srawesleyghuewrites , @topsyturvy-dream , @enmchoices , @gardeningourmet @debramcg1106 , @alesana45 , @meladoridarcy, @blackcatkita , @tmarie82 , @annekebbphotography , @lizk77 , @jayjay879 , @tornbetween2loves @akrenich ,

Series tags: @mrsdrakewalkerblog , @ooo-barff-ooo ,

TRR only: @speedyoperarascalparty Drake: @fairydustandsarcasm

Toska

noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian

Roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause.” - Vladimir Nobokov.

Liam stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar. Today wasn’t going to be easy.

He stared into his own blue eyes hoping the reflection he saw staring back could give him some answer to the hundreds of thoughts pressed on his mind.

It had been almost eight weeks after the terrorist attack on Homecoming Ball that had shaken Cordonia, leaving the country in near chaos after the monarchy attacked in their own home. The last two months had been devoted purely to damage control and recovery protocols initiated to stabilise the country and deal with the devastating threat on the nation’s security.

Looking back on it, Liam realised that he’d had to make more hard calls and negotiate more compromises during his short time as king than any other monarch in Cordonia’s history. There were approvals that needed to be signed, protocols that needed to be approved, documents that needed to be amended, the list was endless…

Despite this a thousand decisions still rested on his shoulders and even more were on their way but none so grave as the one he had to make today...

Liam had seen his fair share of struggles between an attack on him and his family and his own mothers assassination but never in his twenty-nine years of life did he think he’d have to make a decision about his best friend’s life.

Drake had been on life support for almost two months now after taking a bullet meant for Elizabeth Richmond during the chaos of the attack on the palace during the Homecoming Ball. He’d been receiving around the clock care from the best medical practitioner’s Cordonia had to offer but late last night to inform him that there had been a drop in Drake’s brain activity in the past day.

The doctor had requested Drake’s closest family and friends to come to the hospital to discuss further options. She’d used a pleasant tone but something in her voice told Liam to prepare for the worst. After thanking her, he'd sat in silence at his desk, head hung, reflecting on what her words what this would mean. An unfathomable sadness had welled up in him at the prospect of losing his best friend.

This was Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

For as long as he could remember, Drake had been a permanent fixture in his life since they were boys. They’d gone through the gauntlet together many times over and Liam had always known without a doubt that he’d be able to count on Drake if he ever needed. If anyone could have survived taking a bullet it was him.

After what could have been hours - he’d lost all sense of time - he’d picked up his phone and dialled Elizabeth, knowing she’d be furious if he didn’t tell her. As the phone rang he wasn’t sure if she’d pick up at the late hour but she answered on the fourth ring.

‘Liam?’

He could hear the worry in her sleepy voice, he knew she knew he wouldn’t have called if it was urgent. Perhaps it was selfish of him to want to get it over and done with as he swiftly relayed the doctor’s message in as few words as possible. On the other end of the phone Liam had felt her silence growing heavier and heavier, he could practically see the tension wracking her frame as she listened.

He’s been about to ask if she was okay but stopped himself, her silence told him more than words ever could. He wanted to say something, anything, but his tongue felt like lead in his mouth.

What would he have said anyway?

She’d just been given the news that the man she loved might be on the brink of death. So they sat there until the silence got too much to bear and eventually Liam had heard her swallow hard and thank him stiffly, informing him in a voice laden with emotion that she’d meet him at the hospital tomorrow morning.

Now Liam stared into the mirror again, nervously adjusting his cuffs, unable to stop his mind from returning to her again. His feelings towards Elizabeth were… complicated at best. He cursed himself for the hundredth time, for being too blind, too stupidly in love to see that she was falling for his best friend.

Was it even love? he wondered. Was it love when he only got to see the side of her she presented to the outside world?

She’d revealed a little of herself in the little moments they’d stolen in between but between royal obligations, her scandal and his engagement to Madeleine, these moments had been few and far between.

On the other hand, Drake hadn’t been been bound by any of these and maybe that’s what had made all the difference. A difference Liam hadn’t realised until he was down on one knee, ready to offer Elizabeth the world, only for her to crush his hopes by admitting what he’d been too blind to see.

That, however, had not made him stop loving her. He loved her, god he loved her so much, almost as much as it hurt that she’d never love him same way.

That hadn’t meant it wouldn’t hurt. It hurt like a bitch to see the truth finally out in the open. But he swallowed. He swallowed his feelings and put on a brave face and told her he was happy for her, even though they both knew it was a goddamn lie. He had to be happy for her, for them.

This was Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

How could he feel anything other than happiness for the two people he loved most in the world?

A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts and Liam took a moment to compose himself as best he could before instructing whoever it was to enter. His eyebrows rose when the door opened to reveal Constantine.

‘Father.’ The word was meant to be a greeting but it came out more like a question.

‘Son,’ Constantine began, taking a seat on the chair in behind him. ‘I was hoping to catch you before you went to the hospital.’

Liam eyed him carefully. His relationship with his father had not been the same since he’d learn about his hand in Elizabeth’s scandal and he’d noticed himself keeping the king father at arms length despite his illness.

'I was just about to leave for the hospital.’ He announced, his meaning clear, tone communicating a slight irritation at the interruption.

’Then I’m glad I caught you,’ Constantine eased himself into the armchair and dropped his gaze to the floor, his demeanour pensive as he paused. 'Liam… son... I need to speak with you. It concerns the safety of Cordonia.'

Liam almost raised an eyebrow at the seriousness in his tone — for once Constantine had deemed sending threats to potential suitors a matter of Cordonia’s safety — but held his tongue and waited.

’Son, I’m sure you don’t need an old man like me to tell you that this country is headed towards chaos. The attack on the palace has made it seem like the monarchy is on the brink of ruin. And it is our job — yours particularly — to prevent this from happening. We should be projecting a strong image to the public in this time of distress…’

Liam frowned. His father was obviously dancing around the point he’d come to make ‘What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying… I think this may be a good time to consider choosing a wife. Perhaps Duchess Elizabeth. She’d be a favourable match, she’s gained an excellent understanding of our country, the media adore her and she’d —'

‘What?!?’ Liam interjected, feeling anger bubbling up inside him, not bothering to hide his disgust at Constantine’s words.. ‘Father how can you- how can you even suggest that?’

Not long ago the King Father would have given anything to see Elizabeth gone from their country and now he was pushing them to get married?

‘Liam…'

‘Father do you realise what you’re saying?’ Liam was pacing now, unable to believe his ears. ‘You despise her. In fact a few months ago, you spearheaded a plot to disgrace her and now you want to see her as queen? I’m sorry but I don’t follow.'

The King Father sighed again, rubbing absentmindedly at his chest. ‘Liam I know how it sounds but hear me out… I’m an old man. I’m not going to be around much longer and I can’t with good conscience leave this country without a stable future…' ‘

Are you saying I’m not stable enough?’ It brought Liam a slight pleasure to see his father shrink a little at his tone.

‘My boy that’s not what I-‘

’Then what did you mean?’

‘I’m merely putting forward Duchess Elizabeth as the best candidate for Queenship. The press adore her and its obvious to anyone that she’s got a way with the people that Olivia Nevrakis and Madeleine Krona will never have. We need to project a strong image of the monarchy to our people, let them know that in the face of tragedy, there is still hope.'

‘And you truly believe Elizabeth is the best way to do that?’ Liam offered hostilely.

It burned his tongue to speak of her in such a way, in a marriageable way after… well...

Constantine was already nodding. ‘I know I may have been wrong in the past and despite his best efforts to thwart her Duchess Elizabeth has seems to have some sort of… endurance that has gotten her to where she is.’ Liam watched the King Father, rub absentmindedly at his chest as he gazed off. 'Our country could use some of her enduring quality right now.'

Liam could hear the truth in his father’s words. He wasn’t wrong. He just didn’t know what had happened. That she loved Drake and not him.

He allowed himself a few moments to compose himself before speaking. ‘And what if I refuse?'

Shock splashed across the former king’s face. ‘Refu- Liam I don’t understand…. You love her, she loves you. I’m merely suggesting what would have happened months ago if it wasn’t for me… I can’t fathom why you’re being so resistant to this… This seems like the ideal situation for you. It's what you wanted right?’

It was. It was what he wanted. He’d laid in bed, thinking of it, dreaming of it every night since the day he met her and... even after the day she’d rejected him.

Suddenly he saw the entire future panned out before him. Elizabeth would be walking down the aisle in her big white dress for their perfect wedding, they’d become man and wife and she’d rule by his side from that day forward. He could picture her talking down stubborn senators and negotiating difficult reforms and after it was over, they’d bid farewell to the day in each other’s arms.

He could hear the laughter of the children they could have echoing through the palace and the pitter-patter of footsteps as they chased each other through the maze. He could almost feel the creases that would form next to her eyes after years together but he’d still think she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on as he kiss-

‘Your Majesty,’ a servant’s voice broke Liam out of his fantasy. ‘The royal motorcade is ready for you sire.’

‘Yes of course,’ he answered, immediately snapping back into his role as he straighten his collar and made to head to the door when a hand on his arm made him pause.

‘Think about it son. That’s all I ask.’

Liam could barely find it within himself to nod, rushing out before the tears could spill.

Though he’d come to visit countless times over the last two months, Liam never failed to be shocked at the sight of Drake lying on that hospital bed.

He gazed at his best friend, alarmingly thin and deathly pale under the flimsy material of the hospital gown they’d dressed him in. The bandages no longer covered his entire chest but were reduced to a small gauze patch over the stitched up bullet hole. Hundred of tubes connected him to various machines surrounding the bed including the ventilator which sat beeping quietly in the corner. Liam gulped at the sight of him.

This was Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

He knew Drake would have defended him tooth and nail if required but when the time came, he, Liam, had failed to do the same.

He couldn’t bear to look at his best friend, the shame was too great, and shifted his gaze over to Elizabeth, seated on the bed beside Drake, her fingers, gently brushing a few strands of hair from his face.

The way she looked at him, it was like rejection all over again and Liam could possibly fathom how he was going to convince this amazing woman to marry him. Elizabeth was never his to begin with and even if she did agree, Liam knew he would feel like the wrong man for the rest of his life, sealed as her husband only by the blessing of a priest and a few strokes on paper, nothing else.

Could he live with that?

Liam didn’t have time to dwell on it when a doctor appeared at his side.

’Your Majesty the healthcare team is here for the consultation.' He nodded once and followed her to a small conference room, Elizabeth following a minute later.

‘Your Majesty, Your Grace thank you for coming on such short notice,’ the head doctor stated.

Elizabeth leaned forward. ‘We came as soon as you called. You said there’s an update? How’s he doing?’

‘Well,’ the doctor began. ‘ As you know Mr Walker has been on IV and receiving extra oxygen in the entire time he’s been here. After the extreme blood loss he experienced following the gunshot wound, it was likely that he would have experienced some brain damage despite the blood transfusions he received. And according to His Majesty’s instructions we have been monitoring his brain activity hourly but yesterday we noticed an steep drop in brain activity. The subsequent neurological testing.’

She passed a piece of paper with the test results to them, ’Showed decreased sign in brain activity which usually means that while the basic brain functions like heart rate, digestion and sleep patterns have been retained, unfortunately the higher order functions have been lost.'

‘I-I don’t underst- I don’t understand,’ Elizabeth put in shakily. ‘What higher order functions?’

‘Capabilities like memory, cognition, thinking, attention, perception, language even have been lost.’

Liam couldn’t help but glance at Elizabeth, the strain of the doctors words hitting them both but her fingers remained wrapped so tightly around the sheet of paper, it began to tear.

‘Our medical team here can provide you with the results of the other tests we carried out,’ the doctor gestured to her colleagues but Elizabeth interrupted, her voice low and firm.

‘How long?’

‘Your Grace, once the higher order functions have been lost, we must declare the patient brain dead. We should discuss shutting off life support.’

The statement hit Liam like a boulder to the chest but before he could form a complete thought, Elizabeth was already on her feet, glaring down at the doctor.

’No!’ She shouted. ’No we are NOT turning off the life support! There’s got to be something you can do! You’ve-you’ve-you've fucked up the test somehow! He’s not brain dead! I-I-I refuse to believe that! You’re not doing all you can. I mean its the twenty-first century for fucks sake! There’s gotta be some sort of test or procedure you can do...’

The head doctor remained unperturbed by Elizabeth’s outburst and evenly replied. ‘We’ve exhausted all our options Your Grace. We’re are unable to comply with any advanced directive trying to require that Mr Walker be kept on life support after being declared brain dead. We cannot and do not usually provide futile care. It is generally accepted that once a person is brain dead, they are essentially dead.’

’No! No, you’re-you’re lying!’ Desperate tears streamed down Elizabeth’s face as she grabbed the doctor by her shirt in anger. ‘You have to do something,’ she screeched. ‘The man I love is in there and I-I-I need him to wake up so I can tell him that! You need to get him to wake up!’

‘I’m sorry Your Grace, there’s nothing more we can do for him,’ the doctor replied calmly despite her outburst.

Elizabeth let out a scream of frustration that shocked Liam out of his stupor and he immediately sprung to his feet, wrestling the doctor’s shirt from her hands.

‘Elizabeth, Elizabeth,’ Liam tried to look into her eyes, attempting to restrain her struggling form as she glared at the doctor, knowing that if he let go she might have pounced on her. ‘Elizabeth look at me.’

‘Liam do something!’ she yelled, trying to twist out of his steel grip. ‘You’re the fucking king. Order that bitch to do something! They just wanna let him die!’

She was stronger than she looked as she almost broke out of his grip, throwing her arm out to the doctor, nails flashing on empty air as she swiftly evaded her reach. Bastien and Mara who were in the room too came forward to help Liam restrain her but he shook his head.

‘Elizabeth listen to me,’ he commanded in his kingly tone. ’The doctors have done everything they can for Drake okay? Do you really think I would have let them leave any stone unturned? They’ve done everything. There’s nothing more we can do okay?’

It killed him to see her like this, with hot tears pouring down her as she struggled more weakly against his grip.

‘Liam please, please don’t let them do it,’ she begged, grabbing onto his lapels twisting the material between her white-knuckled hands as tears streamed down her face. The desperation in her voice was so deep it almost broke him as she implored him with big brown watery eyes.

‘Liam please... I’m not ready to let him go. Please I-I have to.. to tell him I-’ She cut herself off, drawing a huge ragged breath.

‘Elizabeth…’ Liam had never felt so useless in his entire life.

He was the king of an entire nation but even he was powerless to do anything. To see her like this was nothing less than excruciating but what was he to say? The doctors had already told them everything they could, he’d only be repeating their condemning sentence, driving the nail in deeper.

‘Liz…’ he began hesitantly, unsure of what to say, ‘…if I could do anything... you know I would...'

Though he'd attempted for a more comforting approach but he couldn’t quite hide the hopelessness in his voice. Immediately her knees buckled and he struggled to support her as she rested her forehead on his chest in a sign of complete and utter defeat. It was the single saddest thing he’d ever seen in his life. A woman so broken over the man she loved, she could barely find the strength to hold herself up.

Before Liam could bring his arms up around her body to provide what comfort he could, Elizabeth ripped herself away to burst out of the room.

'Liam, is-is there nothing..?’ Maxwell met him at the door, obviously having heard the entire exchange from outside but cut himself off when the king turned to look at him, his blue gaze holding the answer no one wanted to voice out loud.

‘Oh,’ the younger Beaumont dropped his eyes to the ground. ‘Please excuse me.’

Liam looked forlornly after his friend who could scarcely make it to the end of the hallway without bursting into tears.

His feet took him back to the room where Elizabeth was currently sobbing on Drake’s chest, arms clasped firmly around his neck as if she could bring him back by sheer force of will. It was only when Hana’s soft hand touched his arm lightly that Liam finally broke down into tears and though they’d never been close he accepted her hug.

This is Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

The only person who had been there for him in the darkest hour, always ready with a sarcastic comment, a glass of whiskey and a listening ear. Drake had given up a chance at his own life for Liam all those years ago and just when he seemed on the cusp of beginning afresh with Elizabeth…

Liam sobbed harder into Hana’s shoulder, not caring if he ruined her dress now — he’d buy her another one to replace it — but now he was just grateful for the company. Through the open door of the hospital room, Liam could hear Elizabeth’s words as she talked out loud.

‘— will always love you Drake,’ she was saying. ‘And only you for the rest of my life. You are the love of my life Drake Walker and my life’s regret will be not telling you earlier…'

Breaking out of Hana’s grip, Liam blindly stalked off, letting his feet carry him whatever direction they wished until he reached an open balcony somewhere in the hospital. The wind whipped at his face as he stared up into the sky, devoid of any cloud as if mocking him. It should be raining, storming, hailing anything to reflect the inner turmoil he was feeling. With a deep breath of cool air rushing into his lungs, he opened his mouth ready to unleash a bellow that would have echoed off the very mountain stops across the country but paused, painfully aware of the security camera trained on his every move, ready to capture visual footage of the king losing his mind as he yelled at the empty air.

Instead Liam did what he always did. He’d learned long ago that he was a king first then a man and because of that some of his human tendencies would have to take a back seat. Deep breaths, eyes closed, feet together until he felt the uncontrollable anger dissipated and his vision cleared.

That did nothing to soothe the ache of his heart, however. It still beat, however brokenly, pumping what felt like shards of broken glass into his veins.

This is it, he realised. This is the end. We’re really going to do this.

In the months that followed the attack, some small part of him had hoped that Drake would come out okay. Liam had placed him in the best hospital with the best doctors working around the clock with state-of-the-art technology to bring him back but the doctor’s words hollowed out his soul.

“The higher order functions have been lost, we must declare the patient brain dead.”

Dead.

This is Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

Drake of all people would be most likely to survive a bullet wound. So many things came bubbling up to the surface. They’d barely talked since Liam had proposed. He had Drake’s avoidant tendencies to thank for that.

God Drake had probably taken that shot, thinking that he, Liam, must have hated his guts for stealing the woman that they both loved. Knowing Drake he would have tried to fight his feelings for the longest time and knowing Elizabeth she wouldn’t have made that easy. So many things he should have done, he should have said.

Goddamn it if it was too late, Liam was going to say it now.

Rushing back, he ran into the very person he was hoping to avoid, Elizabeth and for a long moment they just looked at each other.

‘Savannah’s in there with Bartie,’ she informed him hollowly. ‘They’ve put his mum on the phone so she can say goodbye.’

‘I…uh…'

Unable to form words, Liam dropped into a chair outside the door and a beat later, Elizabeth followed suit. Liam thought of his father’s suggestion and how part of him wanted to desperately to act on it, if not for the guilt in the other half of him.

He wanted Elizabeth so badly, but not like this.

He wanted her to choose him, freely. Not like this…

The heavy silence lasted and she seemed to be mustering up the courage to say something. But what? There was nothing to say. They both knew what was coming.

She finally opened her mouth ‘Liam I’m-'

The moment was shattered as door creaked open and a tearful Savannah exited with Bartie wrapped in her arms. Liam shot to his feet. Whatever Elizabeth was going to say could waits he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

His best friend’s pale face has an eerie glow thrown across it but the fluorescent lights above and Liam inched his way slowly to the bedside chair.

‘I’m sorry Drake…’ Liam burst out, his voice laced with tears. ‘I failed you. I failed everyone, my parents, my country, my friends, my best friend… I am the king of an entire nation and I still couldn’t protect you.’ He reached out tot grip the other man’s hand, slightly colder than normal.

‘You’re my best friend. You should be here and I should be there. Those bullets were meant for me, not you. You should be here,’ he swallowed heavily, the words sticking in his throat.

‘With her. She loves you, so, so much. I know you love her. And so do I. I’m sorry I stood in the way of you two getting together. If I had known maybe I could have protected you, or-or-or,’ Liam paused, sobs wracking his body.

‘My father wants me to marry her,’ he told his best friend, voice barely above a whisper. ‘He said she’d make a good queen and maybe she would. But she was never mine to begin with. Her heart will always be yours. I still don’t know what I’m going to do. How can I marry the woman in love with my best friend?’ Liam squeezed his hand tighter.

‘I wish you would come back. Come back and take this choice away from me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if she’ll say yes. I mean how could she?’

His blue eyes rested on Drake’s face, silently begging, pleading for an answer but none came.

‘I’ll take care of her Drake,’ he vowed. ‘Even if she says yes or not, I’ll see that she’s always well looked after. She’ll never be wanting for anything. If I do ask her and she does say yes, I’ll be the best husband I can be. Elizabeth will always be yours, Drake and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to live up to your example.'

Liam felt a tiny part of the huge weight on his shoulders dissipate slightly and when a small knock reached his ears, his voice was steady enough to answer without breaking.

‘Come in.’

‘Your Majesty.’ It was the head doctor again. ‘We’re ready to perform the procedure, if you are.’

He wiped the tears that escaped with the back of his hand and nodded. The shuffling of feet indicated that his friends entered the room, Hana, Maxwell, Bastien, Bertrand, Savannah and… Elizabeth. Liam moved to vacate the chair he was sitting on but she made a passive motion, situating herself on the opposite side closer to Drake. She looked at him with such love and sadness that Liam automatically felt like an outsider, like this was a special moment he was intruding on. Her lips moved but he didn’t have to look to know what she was saying.

I love you so, so much.

Savannah came to rest her hand on her brother's shoulder while the other found its way to Liam’s, giving him a reassuring squeeze before addressing the doctor. ‘Will it hurt?’

She shook her head. ‘It will be like falling asleep. Once we turn the ventilator off, he’ll just stop breathing naturally...'

Elizabeth made a sound in her throat at that but managed to compose herself aside from the tears pouring down her face. Leaning in, Liam and everyone else watched her kiss Drake’s still form ever so softly before resting her forehead against his, her tears dripping onto his face until they looked like his own..

‘Do it,’ she commanded, giving the doctor the signal.

And just like that, is turned into was.

Liam marvelled at how quickly the process was over, how with a simple turning of a dial, a whole life was extinguished just like that. Nothing could have prepared him for this. As his mind replayed all the good memories of his best friend, Liam gripped Drake’s motionless hand desperately, not wanting to feel his shallow pulse fade out into nothing. Savannah began to lean on him more and more, gradually failing to support herself.

They all watched with bated breath as the gentle rise and fall of Drake’s chest slowly evened out and before it could fade out completely, Elizabeth pressed her lips to his again, one last time. In his distant hearing, Liam detected the steady sound of the heart rate monitor flatlining, cementing that it really was over now.

No one said anything — no one needed to, they all filed out, one by one in their own time, in their own way until it was just Liam and Elizabeth left, her quiet sobs the only sounds filling the room, while Liam could barely keep his suppressed.

Eventually, he too got up, more out of duty than anything but paused in the doorway to glance back at Elizabeth’s sobbing form.

'I’ll take her home,' Hana offered, noting his concern and Liam nodded in reply, not trusting himself to speak.

This was Drake. Drake Walker. His best friend and fiercest protector.

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I Want Desire [5] / Mark x Reader

OTHER PARTS: 01 - Got7 Mafia AU / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 - The End

Mark’s tantalizing looks and hurtful comments get the best of you, and you finally choose to take a step that might guarantee you freedom from the Tuans. But the most unlikely person of all is the one who attempts to make you regret taking this step.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Mark x Reader

Warnings: strong language, angst

Words: 5.8k

I tagged those of you – well the most, anyway – who requested a part five at the bottom of the chapter. Hope you enjoy! X

Just like you did almost every day ever since you moved into the Tuan house, you’ve been avoiding Mark again after the incident at the bar. Though usually, your avoiding wasn’t very successful. This time, however, it almost seemed as if Mark was avoiding you, too.

Adam, on the other hand, despite all the drama that happened at the bar, continued to stay in touch with you, texting every once in a while to check up. Talking to him was truly a breath of fresh air because you weren‘t obligated to reply to him right away and you could stop talking to him altogether if you felt like it. This wasn‘t serious.

Or so you thought.

ADAM: “So what color is your dress to the ball? I’m trying to choose a tie, ha x”

You didn’t know why but you felt your stomach sink at these words. Maybe a small part of you had hoped that things would take a turn for the better and you wouldn’t actually have to go to the ball with Adam, but from the looks of it, you had no other potential dates.

Y/N: “Light blue. Don’t worry though, anything you wear is fine :)”

Grace had found the dress for you. She sent you a picture yesterday and you said you liked it, so she bought it for you in hopes that it’d fit. Thankfully, it did. Sure, maybe it was a little too long, but you were going to wear heels, so the length wasn’t going to be the problem.

The real problem with the ball was that you didn’t want to go there. Adam, however nice he was, wasn’t your type at all. He sure looked like a bad boy, but he was a total softie. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that Adam’s sweetness borderlined on monotony. He was almost boring. He said the same things over and over again. He agreed with everything you said. He always let you walk first and was almost ready to lie down on the pavement so you wouldn’t have to step into a puddle.

He was the ideal guy for someone out there. But not for you.

You realized with a pang that maybe, after getting so used to the drama Mark brought into your life, you could no longer live a simple life. You craved trepidation. Excitement. Anxiety, even.

A sudden knock on your door woke you up from your dream world.

“It’s open!” you called out, standing up from the bed and fixing your jeans.

“Hey.”

There was the aforementioned anxiety that you had thought you craved. Mark brought it with him whenever he went. And now he was in your room. And so was the anxiety.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, realizing that you’ve successfully avoided him for two and a half days. That must have been one of the new records.

“I came to talk,” Mark said.

“Did Grace put you up to this?”

He laughed suddenly. “No, trust me, if my sister found out I was here, she’d have my head.”

“Is this worth the risk, then?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, I really hope so,” Mark replied and for the first time in your life, you saw him look somewhat close to uncomfortable. He was always so confident in himself. “Listen, uh, I kind of realized something.”

“Good for you.”

He squinted his eyes at you but didn’t say anything to this comment.

“The thing that I did the other day… that wasn’t very nice of me,” Mark continued, looking away from you.

“Which thing?” you asked, standing your ground. “I’m sorry but you’re going to have more specific.”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath before raising his eyes to meet yours again. “I came here to apologize.”

“Oh, I gathered that. But for what?”

Mark rolled his eyes, hoping you wouldn’t see this. You did.

“I think it’s obvious for what,” he said.

“I think it’s not,” you countered.

You didn’t know why you were pulling his strings like that. He came to apologize – that already was more than enough for you to actually forgive him. And yet, you weren’t letting him get off that easy. It must have been Grace and her constant words of encouragement. If it weren’t for her, there was no way in hell you’d stand here, glaring at Mark, while he tried not to let his temper overcome him.

“You’re playing hard-to-get,” Mark said then, giving in to his real self. “But I think you’re forgetting that I already have you. You’re my wife. Don’t make this marriage harder than it needs to be.”

Your jaw clenched at this accusation.

“Somehow, you always throw our marriage in my face in hopes of winning the argument,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “But guess what, Mark? I actually tried to make this work. You’re the one who wasn’t ready to accept your role as my husband.”

“You know what? I’m glad I wasn’t. Because now that I came to apologize, you started to act like a fucking bitch to me.”

Despite your cold appeal, his words still hurt. They hurt almost as much as the time he told you he didn’t expect that by “fucking you,” he’d be obligated to take you to Uchida’s ball.

“I’m glad, too,” you finally said, suddenly desperately wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt you. “Because, frankly, you’re full of shit. Fucking is the only thing you know how to do and that’s still debatable.”

That seemed to do it.

Normally, Mark was brilliant at hiding his real feelings. His eyes always looked reserved and you never knew what secrets lied behind them. Now, however, surprise was prominent in his eyes, as his lips slightly parted in shock.

And then, his lips formed into a smile and he started to laugh. You frowned at the range of emotions he just went through.

“That’s a good one, gotta give it to you, Y/n,” he said, his tone suddenly intimidating. “How long did it take you to think of this comeback? A week?”

If at first, you were almost excited to show him his place, now you were beyond done.

Turning your back to him, you snarled, “Fuck off, Mark.”

He laughed again.

“Try harder next time, baby,” he said. “And maybe one day your words will mean something to me.”

“That’s funny. I thought you came here to apologize.”

“I changed my mind.”

You were fuming now. You just wanted him out of your room but you knew that if you said something to that, he’d find what to reply, making sure he walked out as the winner of this fight, while you stayed here, angry at him and at yourself. So you stayed quiet and patiently waited for him to leave quietly.

Mark stayed for a few more minutes, expecting you to reply something but eventually, he realized that you weren’t going to talk to him anymore. Sighing loudly and rolling his eyes, although you weren’t looking at him, he walked out of the bedroom, after loudly slamming the door closed.

Almost as soon as Mark left your room, you found yourself knocking on his father’s door. You’ve had enough. You wanted out.

“Y/n?” his father opened the door, not hiding his surprise to see you. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

“Actually, yes,” you said and then took a deep breath. It was now or never. “I have something important to tell you. Do you have time?”

“Uh, yes, of course,” Mr. Tuan said, opening the door of his office wider to let you in. He was about to close the door of his office when he saw something and stopped. “Mark! Son, come here!”

Oh, lord.

After Mark’s attempt to apologize turned into another fight (what a shocker), he no longer bothered to avoid you. Whenever you ran into him, you’d glare, showing him that you still very much hated him, and he would smile like the piece of shit that he was, letting you know that he knew what an effect he had on your emotions.

Naturally, you tried not to turn to look at him, but that didn’t stop Mark from acknowledging you.

“What is she doing in your office?” he asked his father.

“That is none of your business,” his father replied. “Will you come find me after Y/n leaves? I have something I need to discuss with you.”

“Sure,” Mark replied. “But why is she—”

“Thank you,” Mr. Tuan said and then closed the door before Mark could finish his sentence.

Huh. So Mark must have gotten his attitude from his father.

Mr. Tuan pointed at a chair opposite from his desk and you nodded quickly before sitting down on it, while he walked around the desk and sat down in front of you.

“What can I help you with, dear?” he asked you.

You were forced to remember that, although he was the head of the Tuan Mafia family, he was also really sweet to you. Maybe this would go better than you expected, after all.

“I’m going to save both of our times and get right to the point,” you said. “I don’t think my marriage to Mark is working and therefore, I think it should be annulled.”

Mr. Tuan watched you for a moment and then leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling and obviously thinking about something.

“Why do you say that?” he finally asked you.

“There are actually multiple reasons,” you replied. “But the strongest argument against this marriage that I have was discovered recently. Do you remember the Uchida deal that you asked Grace and me to handle?”

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Tuan nodded, looking at you again. “You handled it very well, by the way. I’m proud of you both.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly and then cleared your throat before continuing. “Well, after we signed the documents with Uchida, he invited Grace and me to the ball.”

“Oh, right. Grace mentioned that.”

“Right. Well, he invited us with dates. Now, obviously—”

“Mark said he wasn’t going to go, didn’t he?”

“He—yes,” you said, surprised to learn how fast he caught on.

“Is that the strong argument you’ve mentioned before?” Mr. Tuan asked, not even trying to hide the skepticism in his voice.

You realized this wasn’t going to be as easy as it may have seemed a moment ago.

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “That’s not everything. Uchida, if I’m allowed to say, took a liking to me. I’d have to be a fool not to notice the way he talked to me. I was rather uncomfortable at the meeting but I like to think that I handled it professionally.

“I don’t want to go to his ball,” you said. “But I know I have to go. The fact that the ball is to celebrate the deal is just the tip of the iceberg. Our appearance at the ball is just as important for our deal to actually work out. Now, I know I could go alone, of course. But, like I said, Uchida makes me uncomfortable.

“So, I called Mark, because, well, he’s my husband,” you said, choosing to skip on the fact that the two of you had sex which lead you to believe that there may have been something more between you two. “I thought that despite our differences, we’d finally have a chance to truly bond at this ball. He said no immediately and followed up with an abundance of other insults that I will not name because I respect you too much. Long story short, Mark was the one who lead me to believe that this marriage will not work out. So, I feel like I’m wasting all of our times. Clearly, I’m not the one for him.”

This time, Mr. Tuan wasn’t as quick to reply. He considered your words for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“Have you told Mark how you feel?”

“With all due respect, I don’t think Mark is the type of person to talk about feelings,” you said, almost laughing at the absurd thought of giving Mark the satisfaction to know that he hurt you.

“Why not? He was a really sensitive child when he was growing up,” Mr. Tuan said.

“Uh, Mark and I found ourselves in a different situation after we had that talk on the phone,” you said slowly. “He… He caused a scene when I brought up the words that he said to me.”

“I see,” Mark’s father hummed. “Well, this is certainly a tough situation. But are you sure there’s no way to solve this? Maybe if the two of you talked—”

“We tried,” you cut in. “He came into my room just this morning. It all ended with another argument and, to be honest, I really had enough of them.”

Mr. Tuan sighed, then. “Well, alright then. I can’t say anything right now, but I promise you I’ll consider what to do about this. Trust me, Y/n, this family wants what’s best for you and if you’re really unhappy here… well, then maybe it would truly be better for us to let you go.”

A pang of excitement sprung in your chest and you had to restrain yourself from smiling.

“Say, have you found whom to go to the ball with, after all?” Mr. Tuan asked you then. “I wouldn’t want you to be alone around Uchida.”

“Uh, yeah, Grace set me up with one of her friends,” you said. “He’ll be my date.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Well, try to have fun there. I’ll give you my answer after the ball”

“Okay,” you said. “Thank you very much for taking your time to listen to me.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. You’re family, Y/n,” Mr. Tuan said, standing up from his desk. You stood up, too. “It would be really sad to see you leave us.”

“I can guarantee that I wouldn’t forget you,” you said with a small smile.

“We wouldn’t forget you, either,” he replied.

You felt much better after you exited his office. He gave you real hope that perhaps your life wasn’t over. Perhaps you could still leave all of this behind and continue somewhere else.

“Y/n,” Grace told you as the two of you were in her bathroom, getting your hair and make-up done for the ball that was supposed to take place in two hours. “Did you and Mark have another fight?”

“Why do you ask?” you inquired as you tried to wrap a strand of your hair around the curling iron.

“I didn’t see you in the same room at first. Hell, the two of you weren’t even on the same floor at the same time ever since we got home from the bar that night,” Grace explained. “And now all of a sudden, you’re around each other again.”

“Trust me, I’d rather not be around him,” you sighed.

“What happened?”

You told her the story about how Mark’s apology turned upside down after you simply asked him what he was apologizing for.

“I’m proud of you for standing your ground,” Grace said, once you finished talking. “But, I must admit, it did take enormous courage for Mark to approach you like that. I don’t think he’s ever apologized to me before. And he’s my brother.”

“He didn’t apologize to me, either. He was just going to but he didn’t get there.”

“Because you didn’t let him.”

You stopped curling your hair and turned to look at her. “Are you defending him right now? I mean, I know he’s your family, but I thought—”

“I’m not defending him,” Grace interrupted you quickly. “You’re my family, too, and we don’t treat family like shit.”

You swallowed, looking away from her.

This was the second time a Tuan has called you their family. First, it was Mark & Grace’s father. Now it was Grace herself. You had no idea how you were going to tell her that you were planning to leave this house for good. She was the closest to a best friend you’ve ever had and you knew you’d break her heart if you told her you were thinking about leaving.

“Y/n,” Grace said, waving a hand in front of your face. “You okay?”

“Sorry, what?” you asked, blinking your eyes and returning to reality.

“You dozed off. What were you thinking about?” she asked.

“The ball,” you lied. “And how much I don’t want to go there.”

Grace groaned. “You’ve already said that a million times. Come on, let’s go. It’s time to dress up. Our dates should be here in about an hour.”

You sighed, following her out of the bathroom. Grace was going to wear a pantsuit but she insisted you wear a dress because, according to her, you made everyone go dizzy when you wore dresses. Even if the dress you chose for the ball was not in the slightest bit revealing.

After changing into the outfits for the ball, both of you added some finishing touches to your makeup and took the obligatory selfie before the big event.

“You look really good, Y/n,” Grace told you. “Please cheer up.”

“This is not a happy occasion for me,” you said, sighing.

“I know, but try to have fun,” she asked. “Adam’s going to be really upset if you keep sulking the whole night. I mean, it’s not your fault you’re upset, but… just try, okay?”

You almost groaned when you heard her mention Adam, but somehow you nodded and headed to the mirror to zip your dress up. Grace was coming to help you but then the door of her room shot open and she jumped away from you in shock.

“Grace, where the fuck is Y/n—?” Mark growled as he stormed into the room.

He froze, however, as soon as his eyes connected with yours. His gaze slid down the baby blue dress that adorned your body and you saw him gulp.

“I’m right here,” you said, already preparing for a yet another inevitable fight.

For a few more seconds, it seemed as though he physically wasn’t able to get a word out. He just watched you in shock, his eyes desperately locked on yours, as if he was trying to transmit a signal to you via mind power.

“So?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, not really understanding what caused his systems to glitch like that.

“I, uh—nevermind,” Mark finally said, shaking his head. “You’re on your way to the ball?”

Choosing not to fall for his fake niceness again, you kept your tone cold. “No, I decided I’ll be strutting around the house in evening gowns from now on.”

You heard Grace – who was watching the entire scene in silence – snicker at this, and even Mark smiled a little. What the hell?

“You need any help?” he asked, swallowing visibly.

“No, we’re good,” you replied.

“Actually,” Grace interjected. “I need to head out for a few minutes right now because of… reasons. Mark, would you mind zipping Y/n’s dress up for her?”

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Grace in utter shock. She was totally throwing you to the wolves on purpose!

She gave you a small smile and then exited the room, winking at you once she was out of Mark’s visual field and he couldn’t see her anymore. You tried to play it cool but you knew you were going to have to come up with a way to get your payback.

Still shocked, you turned to look at Mark, who was standing there awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself.

“Why were you looking for me?” you asked him, as you turned to look in the mirror, ready to attempt to zip up your dress yourself.

“Oh, we’ll talk about that later,” he said as you frowned at this.

Then, you saw his reflection appear in the mirror and a few moments later, felt his cold hands on your lower back as he tried to take the zipper from you to help you.

“You don’t have to—” you started to say but he stayed, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it up.

He watched your dress adjust to your body in the mirror and his movements were almost monotonous. Physically, he was there, helping you put your dress on, but mentally, he was in a different world as he watched the way your dress enhanced your best features and highlighted your glowing face.

“There, uh…” he started to say but then stumbled over his own words due to his dry throat. “There you go.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, not able to say it louder for some reason.

As you turned around to face him, you made the mistake of looking into his eyes, the same secretive ones. Only now they looked deep in thought. You were opening your mouth to say something, but Grace’s voice from downstairs beat you to it.

“Y/n!” she yelled. “Come down, Adam’s here!”

As you watched something similar to pain flash behind Mark’s eyes, you started to wonder who the fuck was Adam.

Oh, right.

You looked away from Mark, clearing your throat and walking around him to pick your purse from Grace’s bed up. Not knowing what to say, you glanced at Mark one more time, and exited the bedroom, heading down the stairs to see your date for the ball, while your husband helplessly watched you leave just like he did the time in the bar.

Needless to say, Uchida was the first person who greeted you and Adam at the door of his residence. He quickly shook Adam’s hand and then placed a lingering kiss on yours, while you tried to smile through clenched teeth.

After he finally let you enter the ball, you and Adam exchanged relieved looks.

“Uchida has quite a crush on you,” he said.

Despite what you told Mr. Tuan hours ago, you shook your head. “He’s just being gallant.”

“He’s watching you right now.”

Instinctively, you turned your head to meet Uchida’s eyes, while people walked all around him, a little upset that the host didn’t greet them. Quickly turning away, you sighed.

“Let’s get some drinks,” you said, knowing very well that you’d really need some alcohol in your system to endure this night.

And yet, the bigger part of your brain – the responsible part – only allowed you to have one glass of champagne, which, of course, didn’t calm you down at all. If anything, the slight intoxication caused you even more discomfort.

“You look like you’re really annoyed to be here,” Adam commented the same thing for the fifth time as he watched you give fake smiles to your other business acquaintances.

“I am,” you replied for the fifth time. “But I have to be here, no matter how much I don’t like—Mr. Uchida!”

“I was just making my way over to you to let you know that you look fantastic tonight, Miss Tuan!” Uchida said, giving you a sleazy smile as he tried to keep his balance. He was clearly already drunk.

“It’s actually Mrs. Tuan,” you reminded him again, smiling awkwardly.

“Oh, right, right, of course,” Uchida nodded and then turned to Adam. “You must be the husband of this lovely lady, then?”

“No, actually—”

Adam didn’t get to finish because a loud crash somewhere near the kitchens caused everyone to turn their attention to the source of the noise.

“What on Earth—” Uchida started to say but then a drunk, red-haired figure appeared from the kitchen, walking right into a nearby wall, pushing a waiter that was passing by and forcing him to drop the tray with champagne glasses. “Who is that?!”

You closed your eyes, immediately recognizing the drunk figure.

“That’s… my husband,” you said. “Would you excuse me?”

Both Uchida and Adam watched you walk down the venue. You were the only person in the hall of over two hundred people who was moving. Everyone else was frozen. Even Mark who kept swearing at the waiter who already looked like he was about to cry.

“Mark!” you yelled in order to get his attention.

He slowly raised his head to look at you and smiled once recognition dawned on him. “Y/n! I was looking all over for you!”

“In the kitchen?” you asked, trying not to start screaming and attract even more attention, although the entire ballroom was already looking at you, anyway. “Why are you here, Mark?”

“I need to talk to you about something,” he said, trying to walk around the waiter who was on the floor, picking up the broken pieces of glass.

Mark was extremely drunk. You had no idea how many drinks he consumed in order to reach this state but it had to be a lot. A whole lot because when you saw him almost two hours ago, he was sober.

He ended up pushing the waiter again as he tried to walk closer to you.

“Mark, for the love of God, just stop walking,” you said. “You can barely stand on your feet. Look at what you’ve done!”

The waiter moved away from him, trying to place the broken glasses on the tray. A few other waiters hurried to help him and soon, you felt people start whispering as they gave you and Mark unpleased looks.

“Carry on, everyone!” Uchida shouted across the ballroom. “Please, have some drinks! Dance!”

You sighed, hearing hurried steps behind you and knowing that Uchida was already coming towards you.

“What is going on here?!” Uchida’s angry voice asked when he, as expected, appeared by your side.

“Who is this?” Mark asked, squinting his eyes at the shorter man. “Are you the sly fucking bastard who keeps harassing—”

“Mark!” you shouted, cutting him off. You turned to look at Uchida then. “He’s going through a lot right now, forgive him, please.”

Uchida instantly softened once you looked at him. “I understand, but he needs to leave. I’m sorry.”

“No, of course. I’ll walk him out,” you nodded, smiling one more time and staring at Uchida until he took the hint and walked away, leaving you to handle Mark alone.

“Are you insane? If you blow this deal, your father will kill you!” you whisper-yelled.

“I thought the deal was already made,” Mark said, not realizing how loud he spoke when he was drunk.

“This ball is to ensure that Uchida doesn’t decide to break the deal off when we invest in his properties,” you whispered harshly. “Now get out of here, Mark. Leave before you cause any more damage.”

“Y/n?” Grace’s confused voice was heard on your other side.

You swore you were never happier to see anyone. Grace would know what to do. She’d know how to get Mark to leave.

“Thank God you’re here, Grace,” you said, watching her approach you and Mark. “We need to get him to leave.”

“I’m not leaving!” Mark yelled, forcing the people to give you looks again. “I came here to talk and I will do that!”

“Shhh, Mark, what the hell?” Grace asked, frowning at her brother, before turning to you. “Is he drunk?”

“Very,” you confirmed. “He says he came here to talk to me.”

“You can talk to her later, Mark,” Grace said, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go. You’re leaving.”

“I already told you, I’m not going anywhere!” Mark said, roughly getting his hand out of Grace’s grip. “Y/n, where’s that motherfucker that came here with you? I have a few words to tell him, too.”

In all honesty, you had no idea where Adam was and he was the least of your worries right now. If Mark wouldn’t leave, this entire ball would be a bust. You would have suffered through half of it for nothing. No, you couldn’t let that happen.

“Mark,” you said quietly, trying a different approach. “Please just leave. We’ll talk at home.”

“We’ll talk here!” Mark insisted. “Why the fuck did you tell my father you were leaving?”

You felt your stomach sink instantly. Even Grace raised her eyebrows at this and turned to look at you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you told Mark. “Go. Please.”

“I won’t go unless you come with me,” Mark said strictly.

“God, Mark. Now is not the time to be childish,” Grace said angrily, momentarily forgetting about his previous statement. “Do you want me to taser him?”

Sighing, you shook your head. “No. He already caused a big enough scene. I’ll just take him home.”

“Are you sure?” Grace asked, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah,” you said. “We’ll find a cab.”

“Okay,” she said. “Be careful, yeah? And… please don’t make any rash decisions, okay?”

Your stomach twisted again. You knew exactly what rash decisions she had in mind and you were starting to feel guilty about talking to her father before talking to her.

Nodding slowly, you grabbed Mark’s arm and pulled him towards the door of the ballroom. This time, he moved with no problem, still stumbling a little, but not fighting you anymore.

“Oh, almost forgot,” you stopped suddenly and turned to look at Grace. “Tell Adam I’m sorry, okay?”

Mark groaned at the mention of Adam’s name and tugged your arm, trying to get you out of here faster.

“Where is he?” Grace asked you.

“I don’t know,” you replied, looking at the few small crowds of people nearby. “Find him for me, please.”

“Okay, I will,” Grace nodded. “Stay safe.”

You gave her a nod back and slowly walked out of Uchida’s mansion with Mark holding on to you as if you were the one who could fall after tripping over a pebble.

A taxi driver pulled up as soon as he saw a pair of people exit the mansion and you pulled Mark into the cab first, climbing in after him.

You weren’t going to lie, you were really glad that you managed to escape the ball, but you still feared that Uchida might change his mind about the deal now that Mark ruined the night.

Sighing, you turned your head to look at your husband and were startled to learn that he was leaning his head on the headrest of the backseat, watching you intensely.

You turned away, not ready to talk to him after everything that happened today, and stared out of the window instead, feeling Mark’s piercing gaze that didn’t leave your face the whole trip back home.

When you managed to get Mark out of the taxi and into the bed in his bedroom, you felt exhausted. At least, he wasn’t fighting you anymore. He wasn’t even talking, he just allowed you to lie him down in his bed.

As soon as you took his shoes off, all while not able to believe that you were actually doing this for him when you knew that he’d never treat you this way, you stood up and placed a blanket over him.

“Sleep, okay?” you said. “You’re going to have a killer hangover tomorrow. Prepare for that.”

Mark just watched you, like he did in the taxi, and you were starting to fear that the alcohol messed with his brain big time and he was now left literally speechless. Sighing, you chose to let him sleep it off, and were about to leave his bedroom when he grabbed your hand.

“Please stay,” he said in a small voice.

Surprised, you turned around to see a different expression in his deceitful eyes. Desperation.

“What did you say?” you asked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I’m sorry,” Mark continued, his eyes still not leaving yours. “I’m sorry about the way I treated you. I’m sorry about everything.”

Your heart was now beating against your ribcage so loud, you were sure the people sleeping in nearby rooms could hear it. Mark was truly apologizing to you.

The initial shock you felt faded off when you realized that he was drunk. He didn’t mean any of that.

“Sleep,” you said again with a sigh. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

“No, Y/n,” Mark said, squeezing your hand that he still hadn’t let go. “I broke Grace’s mirror. And I think I broke the door of her closet, too.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “What? Why?!”

“Because you left and I didn’t tell you how much I wanted you to stay,” he said. “I was angry.”

“At me?”

“At myself. So, I had a few drinks,” he said, swallowing.

“That’s an understatement,” you replied. “You’re absolutely wasted, Mark.”

“No, I’m not,” he disagreed. “I’m just a little dizzy, but I’ll be okay, I promise. Listen… why did you tell my father you were leaving?”

You didn’t want to talk about this when he was drunk. Though you were sure you still weren’t going to want to talk about this when he was sober, either.

Deciding that you’d get this over with right now and would ignore him if he wanted to talk to you about this once he sobered up, you sat down on his bed next to him.

“We’re not going to work out,” you said. “You don’t even like me.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked as he watched you intensely.

You almost laughed. “Mark, you insult me whenever we talk. You treat me like absolute shit. I’m pretty sure that proves that you basically hate me. In fact, we probably wouldn’t even be talking about this if you weren’t drunk.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. Somehow, apologies rolled off his intoxicated tongue really easily. “I’m sorry I made it seem that way.”

“Made it seem?” you asked. “Don’t act like you’re just pretending not to like me.”

“I’m not,” Mark said. “I made it seem that way because I didn’t know what to do.”

“What to do with what?”

“With my feelings,” he said, making you even more confused. “I’ve never had them before. I don’t know how they work. I don’t know what people are supposed to do with them.”

“So, you expressed your feelings by acting crazy. Okay, then. I’m not entirely sure what feelings you’re talking about here, though,” you said, naively expecting him to explain what his drunk mind was making him say.

“My feelings,” Mark said. “I think I acted crazy because I love you.”

Your breath, all words, and even your heartbeat escaped you all of a sudden. You couldn’t do anything but watch him as he released your hand and instead brought it to gently caress your face.

“Please don’t leave me,” he said quietly. “I promise I’ll try to be better for you.”

This is purely fictional. Real-life people are in no way connected to the characters in this story. The characters have no relation to their real-life selves, either.

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