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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: mild language, angst, sad bang chan (because yes that needs a warning), heartfelt moments, mentions of physical abuse (it isn't done but it's like implied?), oh and inaccurate wording possibly... words: 5,719 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL taglist:@q1sng, @sp00ky-spr1te, @yumiblogs, @muddy-waters, @ilysunki, @qtieskz, @axel-skz-main, @skz-codeeee, @danielle-peaches, @morningstardada, @lizzetmv, @txa-r a/n: it's the final part! i didn't win no Pulitzer prize for this series so idk why i am so emotional! i posted this series' part 1 a while back trying to transition from fictional characters to real people. I honestly didn't know where it would go, would anyone like it? Would it even be good? so many questions clouded my mind but i posted it anyway. The amount of love, hearts, reblogs, comments and requests to be tagged made me feel...idk, i can't even find a word to describe it!! all i know is i felt like i had little purple hearts popping around my head with every notification i got for this series. I really hope this final is worth the build up for the past 5 parts. Thank you all for reading and for enjoying this crazy rollercoaster of a series. I hope to make more including all our favorite Stray Kids. ENJOY!

“are you still viewing?” the TV asked as you wrapped your lips around another spoonful of ice cream. You grabbed the remote and pressed the center button and snuggled deeper into the mound of blankets that covered your legs and tummy. The next episode of the random drama you decided to watch started where it left off in the previous episode.

You could feel your phone buzzing somewhere under the maze of blankets, your hand dug around trying to find the smooth surface of your phone case or at least where the buzzing was coming from.

After finding your device you saw it was Felix calling, you tapped the green button and pressed your phone to your ear. “hello?” you mumbled trying to pause your show. “hey, whatcha doing right now?” Felix asked nervously.

“watching dramas.” you replied and pushed your spoon back into the carton. “what’s up?” you sighed and pressed the pause option. “well, we ordered some sushi for our game night tonight and wanted you to join us.” Felix replied calmly. “uhm-” you looked around at the table covered with candy wrappers and three ice cream cartons. “maybe another time Lix” you smiled against the phone. “I just-” you sighed. “please.” you could hear the facial expression he was likely making on the other side.

“fine, but I better get at least three of the Tai Sushi” you grumbled and pulled the blankets off your legs. “i’ll be over in about 30 minutes” you promised and hung up.

“so much for forgetting about them” you thought to yourself as you pulled out some clean sweatpants and a shirt. “maybe I'll just tell them tonight that I think it’s best we go our separate ways” you mumbled to yourself as you pulled your shoes on. “and give them back their phone.” you looked at your default phone screen.

You called a cab and headed over to the dorms. It looked pretty quiet for a “game night”. You walked into the building and headed straight to the dorms. You knocked the door and waited for a minute. You knocked again and waited with still no answer. You grabbed your phone to check the text message Han sent you about where they were, “we’re at the dorms, just knock” the text instructed. You knocked again and with the sound of the seal to the lock breaking the door opened.

Chan’s face appeared out of the darkness of the room. “oh-uhm” you stepped back and swallowed the dry lump in your throat. “I was looking for uhmm-the guys” you stammered. “i think I got the wrong place.” you lied and turned to leave.

“y/n,” Chan called out to you stopping you in your tracks. You felt your heart swell, it was the first time in a long time since you heard him call your name. It still sounded so sweet coming from his lips. You turned to him and saw him more out of the door like he was ready to follow you if you didn’t stop.

“I don’t know if you are but-” he looked down at the floor of the hallway, “-I'm ready to talk if you are.” he gulped down his nerves. “another time Chan” you frowned and turned away, you took a few steps but stopped again.

Chan turned to go back inside when you turned back around, “actually” you called out. Chan stopped and looked back at you. “we can talk.”

Chan opened the door wider for you and let you inside the dorm. You found a spot on the couch, and watched as Chan locked the door behind him. “you want a water or something?” he asked as he entered the living room. “no, I'm okay” you declined.

Chan sat down across from you on the recliner couch, it was quiet at first, making you feel like this was a mistake. “i’m sorry, for the quiet” Chan spoke up breaking the awkward silence. “i really don’t know how to approach this.” he cleared his throat.

“it’s okay” you replied. “how are the new songs coming along?” you shifted in your seat. “i don’t want to talk about that.” Chan replied honestly you bit your lip and nodded in understanding. “let me start off by saying-I'm sorry.” his voice cracked a little bit. “for my actions that caused the chain of events that happened since that night.” he sighed.

“it’s not an excuse for being an asshole, but you know what happens when I get into the music.” Chan added. “yeah.” you nodded. “it wasn’t an issue the previous times, and I guess I'm trying to wrap my mind around why it was a big deal this time?” he sat up straight.

“because the previous times I wasn’t around to see that angry side of you.” you replied honestly. “i know I seen you upset before and-” “so you jump straight into leaving?” Chan interrupted. You sat in silence thinking over both rational and irrational versions of ways you could have handled it.

“you really hurt me y/n” Chan admitted. “we used to talk our problems out, no matter how small or how bad.” he reminded you. “i know but-” you sniffled “if you knew then why did you leave? Just walk out?” he interrupted with his eyes now full of tears daring to break free. You stood up and walked over to the window.

“i’m sorry.” you wiped your eyes. “i was scared. Like I said that was a side of you I never experienced, so I panicked” you added. “then you threw your headphones with a full force and I just kept thinking-” you gulped. “do I have to worry about something being thrown at me?” the tears rolled down your face rapidly that they began to hit the floor.

Chan’s eyes widened and then the tears began to roll down his cheeks. “i would never physically hurt you y/n you know that right?” his lower lip trembled.

“i know, but-” you nodded, your face swelling up from the tears that were streaming down your face. You choked out another sob, immediately Chan ran to you and for the first time in weeks, he wrapped his arms around you in a safe and protective way.

He rested his lips into the crook of your neck, you could feel his soft lips touching your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss, like he was trying to kiss the pain away to make it better, similar to someone kissing your paper cut to make it stop hurting.

The both of you held each other closely, turning into a sobbing mess from the weeks of bitterness just melting away. Neither of you noticed that the dorm door was open and a figure stood against the frame watching the both of you. Changbin stood by the door silently, he looked down at his shoes and kicked at the specks of lint on the floor. He looked up again and felt he was about to cry too, instead he pushed his feelings down and walked away not trying to ruin whatever was going on here.

Chan pulled away from the embrace first, his eyes were swollen with tears, as were yours. You both looked at each other before bursting into giggles while wiping your faces with the sleeves of your shirts. “i’m sorry Chan” you looked down at your feet. “for everything I caused.”

Chan nodded and smiled “it’s going to take some time honestly. to get everything back to what it was.” he looked at the door that was opened suddenly. “but-I'm tired of fighting. I'm willing to move on, if you are.” he looked back at you. “move on?” you looked at him sorrowfully. “yeah.” Chan nodded. “move on.” he confirmed. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you a bit and that it squished any hope of rekindling but you nodded in agreement. “to moving on” you lifted your fist. Chan smiled and broke out into a soft chuckle as he shook his head. “to moving on” he bumped his fist into yours.

You loosened your fist and Chan did too, instinctively you both laced your fingers together, you took a deep breath and flashed him a weak smile. Chan cleared his throat and pulled his hand away, immediately shoving it into his pocket.

“well” you sighed and stepped back, “i think I'm all cried out” you joked. “same” Chan teased back. “since there is no sushi party here, I'm going to go and get my own sushi and continue packing” you laughed.

“packing?” Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “we finally are on good terms and now you’re leaving?” he teased but with a worry in his tone. “don’t worry.” you laughed. “i am moving out of my friend’s apartment, I found a place of my own.” you replied. “it’s time to start piecing my life back together.”

Chan nodded in agreement, “i think we all need to do that.” he replied. “maybe if you’re not busy tomorrow you can help me move to my new place? I have a lot of stuff and no vehicle” you added. “of course.” Chan replied “i’ll ask the boys to help out too, after our recording session though” he added. “of course, the music must always come first” you shrugged earning a weird look from Chan. “sorry that sounded bitchy” you squeezed your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “yeah, you did.” Chan joked. “but you’re right, the music will always come first.” he teased. “so tomorrow?” you turned to face Chan as you both approached the opened door. “tomorrow.” he confirmed. You quickly gave him your friend’s address and told him if he forgets Felix knew where to go. “okay, got it.” he assured you and leaned against the open door. “Chan?” you looked up at him through your eye lashes. “hmmm?” he hummed acknowledging you. “i’m glad to be back in your life.” you smiled weakly. “same” he replied.

“well. see you tomorrow.” you mumbled softly and stepped out. This would have been the time when Chan would pull you into his body and press never ending kisses to your face, telling you how he doesn’t want you to go and that he isn’t going to breathe until you’re with him again. Instead, you were sent off with a smile and wave followed by the door closing.

The next day, Chan was in the recording studio setting up for the group to start recording their tracks. Han and Lee Know were playing some kind of game that required slapping one another’s hands and the rest of the group hadn’t arrived yet. Changbin walked in and dropped his bag on the floor loudly earning the looks of Chan, and the two on the couch.

Chan looked back at his laptop and continued what he was doing. Changbin walked over to the couch and asked the two if they could step out for a minute and not let anyone else inside. “maybe I should stay, for-reasons" Lee Know looked over at Chan not knowing what tension was built up between these two and if it would come to blows.

“fine” Changbin agreed, “but only you” he looked at Han who sighed and got up to leave the studio. Changbin walked over to Chan and stood behind him, trying to figure out how to get his attention. Chan must have felt his stares and looked up and turned around making eye contact with him.

“Hyung, can I talk to you?” Changbin cleared his throat, easing the tension by using a less threatening way to call Chan. “sure.” Chan put the headphones he was holding down on the table gently, giving Changbin his full attention.

“uhm-so you and y/n?” he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. Chan sighed in annoyance. “we are good-just friends but good.” he replied. “is that all?” he picked up the headphones again. “Chan-” Changbin touched his hand to stop him from putting on the headphones which would end this entire conversation. Lee Know immediately tensed up, ready to step in if needed.

“what?” Chan asked again displaying his annoyance. “you want my permission to date her now?” Chan asked dropping the headphones again on the table. “no” Changbin replied innocently. “then bring the rest of the guys in so we can finish this.” Chan replied and turned away. “There is something I am trying to say can you just listen?” Changbin snapped back. Chan sighed and turned to face him fully.

“then say it, I'm listening.” Chan gestured. Changbin broke the eye contact and looked at Lee Know before taking a deep breath. “you’re my brother Chan” Changbin looked at him with sympathetic eyes, “you know i would never do anything to hurt you intentionally or unintentionally.” he added. “yes, for a moment, I did have feelings for y/n, but I would gladly throw those feelings away if it means we can get back what we had. I-I miss my Hyung.”

Chan could feel his face soften and his cold exterior melt away, no longer was he looking at Changbin as the guy who was trying to date his ex-girlfriend, but he was looking at Changbin the younger boy who he befriended immediately when he was putting together the group. He remembered the highs and lows that Changbin stuck through with him, the Changbin that was his little brother, who he picked for this group because he loved and cared about him so much and he knew he would contribute massively to their success. Changbin who helped produce songs to help Chan so he wouldn’t overwork himself. Chan looked away to keep from crying and looked at Changbin and nodded in response he shot Changbin a quick smile. “we never lost what we had.” he assured him. “like you said, we’re brothers. Of course, we are going to fight.” he chuckled to keep his voice from cracking. “even when we do, that doesn’t mean I am going to stop loving you.” he assured him.

Changbin smiled “i missed my namdongsaeng” Chan opened his arms, Changbin stepped forward with his arms expanded, the two wrapped each other in an embrace and squeezed tightly. “i love you Changbin” Chan patted his back and pressed a firm kiss against the side of his head. “i am glad you are here with all of us, and for what it’s worth, choosing you to be in this group was the best decision of my life” “ah-I love you too” Changbin squeezed him tighter. “I wouldn’t want to be in any other group.” he laughed, he could feel the tears of happiness fall from his cheek and he wiped his face on Chan’s shirt. “let’s never do this again.” Chan pat his head and smiled.

“now that we are all in love with each other again, can we record this new song?” Lee Know interrupted. The rest of the boys walked in just in time and laughed feeling all the tension in the room clear up, the room was now filled with nothing but pure love for one another. They all gathered closely while encasing Lee Know in one big group hug, pressing him into Changbin and Bang Chan’s embrace.

After perfecting the recording Bang Chan exited, and headed straight to your friend’s apartment. He walked up the flight of stairs and knocked the door. You were reboxing everything in the next room that you almost missed his heavy knocks.

“hi, love” Bang Chan smiled as you opened the door to your friend’s apartment. “hey,” you smiled and leaned in to hug him. “so, what did you all need taken?” he asked looking around the living room. “Everything in the second bedroom” you smiled mischievously. “it’s a lot of stuff isn’t it?” Bang Chan sighed. “you’re the one to pout? We moved this stuff already.” Lee Know walked in griping.

You both rolled your eyes and shook your head, then exchanged smiles. “he doesn’t mean it.” Bang Chan shrugged. “i know” you replied with a smile. “i hope it’s okay, I asked them to follow me to help out.” “you know, I will never say no to them.” you replied “maybe you should one day.” Lee Know shrugged. “just go grab a box please” you playfully pushed him towards the second room.

The boys worked diligently and quickly clearing out that second room in an instant. Felix carried out the last box, you held the door open and watched him head down the stairs. You turned and took one last look at your friend’s apartment, for a few weeks it was your sanctuary, you cried here, got blacked out drunk here, and spent your worst hangovers here. Now it was time you made a place of your own to do all these things. You texted your friend and thanked her, letting her know she could pick up her key when she returned then locked the door. Locking away a part of your life you didn’t care to revisit.

You arrived to your new apartment with Bang Chan and Lee Know. The three of you walked up to the door, you looked for your keys and pressed them into the locks, breaking the seal to give you access.

“wait before you go in” Chan smiled and covered your eyes. “oh you know how much I hate stuff like this” you groaned. “shut up and just follow along” Lee Know replied as he opened the door letting Chan guide you inside. “3-2-1.” Chan uncovered your eyes revealing your newly refurnished apartment. “surprise!” the boys shouted.

“you’re kidding” you looked around in amazement. “well you can put your junk we brought over, where ever you want but this is from us all.” Lee Know replied. “we’re also not giving you the second key back” Han announced.

“I have an idea.” you looked at the boys. “we should have game night here.” The boys all agreed enthusiastically and went over who was going to buy what and what time everyone should meet back up at the house. Also, who was going to get Changbin, who for obvious reasons wasn’t there. Hyunjin, Lee Know, and I.N went to get snacks, Seungmin went to get some pizza, Felix and Han went to get Changbin and you and Bang Chan prepared the games.

“I think we should play monopoly first because Felix and Lee Know will get bored of it when they start losing and we can end it early” you suggested. “but if Lee Know starts winning we will be playing this all night” Chan replied.

“or” you grabbed the game and slid it under the couch. “we can say we don’t have the game” you shrugged. Chan smiled and shook his head. “okay, and I never seen it.” he added making you laugh.

“do you think they can convince him to come?” you looked at Chan. Chan shrugged in response. “did he not show up because of a me reason or an us reason?” you asked Chan. “it’s a-you reason” he replied honestly. “figured” you replied and put the rest of the games you were holding on the table. “what about you? Has he talked to you yet?” you asked and sat on the couch.

“Binnie is my brother” Chan replied. “i’m always going to care for him, I love the guy” he replied and put the rest of his games on table before finding a seat. “so I'm guessing you two made up?” you asked. “like I said, he’s my brother-I can’t picture a life without him.” he added.

You nodded and looked around at your apartment that was decorated with love by the boys. “can I ask you a question? And can you be 100% honest with me?” Chan sat up straight. You looked at him worried before agreeing. “were you in love with Changbin?” he asked with puppy dog eyes. You felt a light gasp escape your lips, this was the question you were unprepared for answering. “I mean, like before I first asked you out on a date, during the time we were dating, and during our break up...and now?” He shifted in his seat.

“I-I don’t think it’s best for me to answer” you chuckled nervously and pulled at the ends of your shirt. “so you did?” Chan replied. “Chan.” you sighed. You looked at him seeing he was just as nervous for you to answer. “Fine.” you sighed. “Before you ever asked me out, No. During the time we were dating? Of course not, I only had eyes for you.” you added earning a smile from Chan. “during the break up? Yes, but I didn’t understand if it was because I was mad at you or because he was just there when I needed him most.” you looked down at your feet. “that’s pretty shitty right?” you looked at Chan. “calling it love when it sounds like I was just using him?”

“as shitty as that is.” Chan replied. “we are our most vulnerable during times like that, but I said I wanted your 100% honesty.” He continued. “did you love Changbin? As more than a friend?” he bit the inside of his cheek. You could feel the heaviness in your heart as you shook your head back and forth with a no. The room was dead silent, just the hum from the fridge in the kitchen. “i loved him, because he was there, but I can’t say I was in love with him to where I could see him and I having what we did” you replied honestly. Chan nodded in understanding and let out a deep breath. “and now?” he looked at you. “no” you whispered and shook your head. “but I do miss my best friend.” you added with a weak smile.

Just then Felix opened the door using the spare key, Han followed behind Changbin. The look he gave you made you feel like you could shrink into the couch and disappear. “the rest of the guys aren’t back yet?” Felix asked. “not yet.” Chan replied and embraced Changbin by the door. “you excited for game night?” he asked. “sure.” Changbin nervously replied before walking into the living room. Han grabbed the game Uno and talked to Felix about how he was getting better at the game.

Changbin stood by the door, almost like he would bolt the second someone opened it back up. Seungmin opened the door and left it opened for the rest of the boys who all appeared with their snacks in hand. “i’ll get the kitchen set up, and everyone else pick a game.” Chan announced as he took some of the bags from the boys' hands.

“Sit down” Hyunjin guided Changbin to the Livingroom to the empty seat next to you. So much was happening, from I.N and Seungmin arguing over which pizza topping was the better choice, and Han and Lee Know fighting over who gets to shuffle the Uno deck, you looked over to Changbin. He stood silently against the wall, ignoring your glances.

“Binnie?” you spoke up earning looks from everyone except him. “wanna help me pass out some drinks?” you asked nervously. Changbin looked at you with disgust before shaking his head and walking out to the balcony.

Chan walked back into the livingroom and saw you sitting on the couch in disbelief. “do you want me to talk to him?” Chan offered, looking at you seeing how visibly upset you were. “no.” you replied and stood up. “this was caused by me, I have to fix it myself.” you smiled and touched his cheek gently.

You walked towards the sliding door and inhaled a deep breath before tapping the glass gently. Changbin was sitting outside on the patio chair looking over the city. “mind if I join?” you stepped out and closed the door behind you. Changbin looked at you, he gestured to the empty chair across from him.

You sat down and sighed, feeling your breathing get shaky. “Binnie?” your voice innocently called for him. He sat silently still for a good few seconds, eventually he bit the inside of his cheek and finally answered you. “what?”.

“are we ever going to talk again?” you asked. “we’re talking now.” he replied coldly. “i mean, in more than three worded responses.” you added.

Changbin shrugged and looked back at the city as the night was consuming the sky. You looked over at the city’s horizon and back at Changbin. “do you remember that night of the TWICE album release party?” you looked up at him from the corner of your eye.

Changbin shifted his seat, that’s how you knew he knew what you were talking about. “We were about to-uhm-” you cleared your throat. “what’s your point?” Changbin replied annoyed. “well, we ended up not-”you cleared your throat “and do you remember what you said to me when I was half naked crying in your bed?” You looked at him fully catching his focus. He just looked away instantly. “you said Chan was lucky, because he and I had aejeong.”

Changbin didn’t speak, he just continued to look ahead. “Binnie.” you scooted closer to him. “well, I got curious one night as to what you meant, and I realized something after hours of research.” Changbin looked at you finally. “we always have Jeong.” you forced a weak and unsure smile. “we might not have it anymore but we always had wojeong.” you felt the tears roll down your cheek. “i ruined that because I was mistaking it for something more, when all you were trying to do was be kind to me.”

“I’m sorry Binn- Changbin.” you started to twist your fingers nervously. “i was so wrong to use your kindness and lead you to believe that I wanted something more.” Changbin scoffed and shook his head. “I want you to know something.” you touched his arm softly, Changbin looked at you his face softening against your touch. “and I am telling you this because I have never been more certain than anything else in my life, and that is I love you Changbin. You're my best friend, and I shouldn’t have tried to be anything more with the intentions of not pulling through with it, that wasn’t fair to you.”

Changbin stayed silent, you took that as a sign that the wojeong you had once shared was now replaced with miunjeong. “anyway, uhm-that’s all I wanted to say.” you stood up and hid your tears well. You walked back into the apartment building and rejoined the rest of the group.

Changbin walked back in and joined everyone a few minutes later. Game night continued, everyone enjoyed being whole again, no drama, no heavy drinking and mostly no arguing, apart from Han accusing Felix of cheating in UNO.

As the clock turned to almost 2am you stood by the door and waved off Hyunjin and Lee Know, you closed the door and sighed at the mess that was in the living room. You started to clean up by grabbing the glass bottles and taking them to the recycling bin. You started running the water for the dishes and turned to start gathering the dirty plates when you gasped in fright as Changbin stood by the entryway to the small kitchen.

“i thought you left with Felix?” you sighed feeling relief that it was just Changbin. “Felix decided he was going to jump in with Han, Seungmin and I.N.” he replied and started to gather up the dirty plates for you. “he just left me his keys and told me not to crash it.” “you don’t have to help” you assured him as he handed you the stack of plates.

“i want to.” he replied and started to reseal the snacks that were open. The silence was excruciating, but you didn’t want to push it. You walked over to the speaker and pressed play on your last playlist you were listening to, to fill the silence of the kitchen.

The song ended since it was only one minute left, when the next one began to play. Hold On by Chord Overstreet slowly began to fill the quiet space. “let me just change the song” you put the plate you were scrubbing back into the pool of soapy water. You pressed the button and Sasha Alex Sloan’s Dancing With Your Ghost started to play next. “uhm-” you nervously picked up the phone again.

“It’s okay.” Changbin chuckled. You nodded and turned back to the sink. You were rinsing the plate and turned to grab the next one when Changbin’s hand grabbed yours pulling you into his body. Your eyes widen, “wh-what are you doing?” you stammered.

“finishing the dance we didn’t get to finish at the release party” he smiled softly and twirled you outward, you slowly rolled back into his body, your back to his chest. You let out a shaky breath as you turned back to him, your arms wrapped around his body as you leaned against his chest. “why are you doing this?” you asked with your eyes closed.

“aren’t we just repeating history?” you looked at him. Changbin shook his head before leaning his cheek against your cheek. “this is my apology,” he mumbled into your ear and stepped away from you. “i don’t want to lose our friendship, our wojeong.” he stopped dancing enough for the song to finally end. “tonight, I realized that you have jeong with not just me, but with Felix, Han, Hyunjin, Seungmin, I.N and even Lee Know.” he chuckled making you smile for a second. “and I realized it wasn’t fair to hate you for having a stronger version of Jeong with Bang Chan even after everything we all went through.” he stopped dancing with you for a moment, the both of you stood still in one place. “I couldn’t hate you for having it for him when I was wanting that version of it from you.”

“you’re my best friend, and I really miss my best friend.” he dug in his pocket and pulled out your end of the matching necklace you both had. “you left this in the bathroom that night.” he showed it to you. “When I seen it on the counter, that’s when I knew, my real biggest mistake was pushing you and Bang Chan away.” you looked at the necklace and smiled remembering the day you both seen them at the mall and bought them immediately. “i would really love it if all of my best friends were in my life” he unclasped it a silent gesture of his invisible white flag.

You stepped towards him and turned around, you pulled your hair to the side and watched as the necklace lowered down in front of you, and turned back to face Changbin as soon as he clasped it shut again. “i missed you too,” you sniffled, you fell into his embrace, you let out a shaky breath as he squeezed you tighter. You opened your eyes and seen Bang Chan standing by the kitchen table looking at the both of you.

Changbin looked towards him too and stepped away. Fade Into You by Mazzy Star filled the awkward silence of the three of you in the kitchen alone. You turned back to the dishes and started to scrub them again. You could hear Changbin whispering something to Bang Chan, but you just wanted to avoid any eye contact if it would get ugly again.

Suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Chan standing awkwardly behind you. “uhm-” he cleared his throat. You blushed at his nervousness, and immediately knew what he wanted to ask. You wiped your hands with the dry towel and pulled him to the middle of the kitchen. You draped your arms around his neck and let him put his hands on your waist.

Changbin nodded in satisfaction and left quietly, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

You let out a shaky breath and leaned into Chan’s shoulder as he tighten his embrace around your body. You squeezed out a soft whimper trying to hold back any sob you felt building up behind your closed eyes. Chan didn’t dare say anything, instead he just held you closer, looking out at the skyline of the city to distract himself from crying along with you. “can I just stay here?” he chuckled while rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You chuckled and sniffled pulling away to wipe away any fresh tears that slipped down your cheek. “you’re always welcome to stay here.” you assured him and tousled his hair. This time he leaned in and pressed his forehead into the fabric of your shirt, cradling his face into your neck. “i mean forever.” he smiled against the warmth of your skin making you shake your head and chuckle. Chan straighten his neck back and looked at you, this time the sparkles in his eyes were made not from lights, alcohol or tears but from pure love he had in his heart for the people in his life.

You looked away because it was enough to tear you up again and you didn’t want him to worry.

You could feel his thumb and finger pinch your chin gently as he tilted your face up, slowly he leaned in and pressed a soft and gentle kiss to your lips. Your eyes were closed, the music was drowned out by a light hum. You could feel him pull away, he wet his lips again with his tongue and pressed his forehead to yours. The song changed one last time, Lord Huron’s The Night We Met softly blurted out the speakers. The both of you closed your eyes and slowly moved to the song, Chan’s arms on your waist pulling you closer and yours still wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t a confirmation but yet it wasn’t a rejection either, maybe it was a sign of hope.

All you knew was being there in his arms again, nothing else mattered because no matter which side the coin landed on, you knew that as long as you were in his arms, there would be a way the two of you would end up together...one day.

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(AN: Hello! Thank you for stopping by and checking out my fledgling fundie simblr. I’m by no means new to simblr, but because this blog and story is new, I figure an introduction is due.

So: hey, I’m Talia! I had another fundie simblr a few years back (it’s now inactive for a multitude of reasons), but like a certain someone, I have risen again! My fundie sims obsession was reignited over the summer after I joined a wonderful fundie sims-themed Discord server. Somehow they convinced me to make a new blog, and a few months later, here we are! In the intervening years I continued to lurk, so if you’re an active fundie simblr, I’m probably a fan of your story.

I’ve been playing the de la Cruz family for a while now and they have a special place in my heart- I can’t wait to share them with everyone else! Get ready for lots of God-honoring drama, mildly dubious baby names, and leopard-print modesty undershirts. Note that as the de la Cruzes are fundamentalists and this story is satire-heavy, there will be some viewpoints expressed that I very much disagree with. I’ll trigger tag certain sensitive subjects (e.g. physical violence, miscarriages) as ‘tw [thing]’ but fundie-typical bullshit will go untagged for the sake of my sanity.

Some basic housekeeping stuff to wrap up this far-too-long intro note: I have a queue full of posts ready to go, but I’m a busy student with unpleasant things like homework and AP classes, so I’m still not sure how frequently I’ll post. I’ll do my best to ensure that stays consistent, though, and if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to reach out via my askbox or DMs!)

PRAISING HIM!

Every Sunday, Praising Him! features a family dedicated to spreading the Word. Today we meet the de la Cruzes, a San Sequoian family of 16.

When Alejandro and Alina (née Fletcher) de la Cruz married at nineteen, they could not have imagined what would come next! Over the past twenty-six years, the couple has made faith the centerpiece of their lives, and has continued to “Praise Him!” through the ups and downs of busy family life.

Read more about their family below!

Alejandro, 45, works as a programmer at United Christian Publishers, and holds a Distinguished Degree in Computer Science from Foxbury Christian University. He began his journey into higher education not at 18, like many students, but at 26, shortly after the birth of his seventhborn, Cecilia! Owing to his unique circumstances, he chose to enroll in a six-year program that enabled him to work full-time as a freelance programmer in addition to his courseload. Though money was tight at times, the Lord provided, and Alejandro welcomed five bundles of joy (including a darling set of twins!) with wife Alina while enrolled at Foxbury. Whew!

Alina, 45, has chosen to fulfill God’s design for women by staying at home with her family. Raised in a devout household, she always knew He was calling her toward marriage and motherhood, and she says the “greatest blessing” in her life was the day she gave birth to her eldest son Gabriel, ten months after her wedding day and just shy of her twentieth birthday. In addition to raising and homeschooling the seven de la Cruz children who have yet to graduate, Alina is active in her church and in Institute for Strong Christian Standards (ISCS) circles, and enjoys spending time with her four (soon to be five!) beautiful grandbabies. A true Proverbs 31 woman if we’ve ever seen one!

You may recognize Gabriel de la Cruz and his lovely wife Esther, 23, from last summer’s print edition of Praising Him! At just 25, Gabriel is a rising star in the Christian legal world, coming to the aid of innocent Simericans simply trying to practice their faith. Ten months ago, they welcomed their first little girl, Abigail, and just last week they announced the upcoming arrival of their second child! Congratulations to them.

Althea Brown (née de la Cruz), 24, is following in her mother’s footsteps and proud of it! The young woman, who wed husband John-David, 28, three years ago, resides in Newcrest and is a content stay-at-home-mother of two.

Jasmine Booth (née de la Cruz), 23, known to friends and family as “Jazzy,” is enjoying the bliss of new parenthood alongside her husband of two years, Jason!

The first set of de la Cruz twins, Joshua and Sofia, 21, are both unattached and living at home. Sofia is pursuing a calling in missionary work, and Joshua is hard at work saving money and praying for his future family. “If you’re reading this as a young Christian woman,” Sofia jests, “have your father write into Praising Him! and I’ll set up a date with Josh!”

Caterina de la Cruz, 20, is diligently knitting, crocheting, sewing, embroidering, and cross-stitching her way through her season of singleness! Though she prays every day for her Prince Charming (nonbelievers need not apply!), she assures Praising Him! that she’s quite content to assist her mother in running the busy de la Cruz household in the interim.

Cecilia de la Cruz, 18, the only unmarried de la Cruz not living at home, declined to comment.

The rest of the de la Cruz children, who range in age from 8 to 17, are kept busy with homeschooling, ISCS conferences, music practice, and Bible study.

If you would like to get in touch with the de la Cruz family, click here to send a message!

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spnhunter4life · 10 months

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Summary: It's a typical night out for Emily. Friday night. A bar. Some of her closest friends. She expects to have a few hours of fun before heading home. She doesn't expect the handsome stranger that catches her attention so thoroughly, she just can't seem to look away. And she definitely doesn't expect him to look back.

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A/N: This story is very different from anything else I've written, so I hope people still enjoy! This is my attempt at a non-hunting AU. It's going to be pretty happy, relaxed, and drama free.

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“You’re coming out with us tonight, right?” Rose, my coworker asked. We were currently sitting at the table in the office building, eating our lunch. “Please?” She added, seeing my hesitation. “We all really want you to come.”

She had made plans with three more of our coworkers to meet up at a bar tonight.

“Alright,” I sighed. “I’ll come. But I can’t stay out too late. Some of us actually have to be back here in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You’re all about being to bed at a ‘decent time.’ Honestly, Emily, it’s ok to let loose every now and then. Live a little. You’re an adult. It’s ok to stay up late and have fun with your friends.”

“Of course it’s ok. But if you want me to be able to function in the morning, it’s not smart.”

“You’re just so… I don’t know. Responsible? It’s kind of disgusting. And boring,” Rose teased. She wasn’t being mean. We’d been friends for years, and it never failed to disappoint her when I prioritized sleep over having fun. It’s something she just couldn’t understand. She was a ‘live in the moment and deal with the consequences’ kind of person, whereas I tended to care more about not being miserable the next day.

That’s not to say I never stayed out late and had a good time. But when I knew I had work in the morning, it just wasn’t worth it.

“Yep. That’s me. Disappointment and killer of good times.” I checked the time on my phone and realized I needed to be getting back outside to get ready for the next class. I gathered up the containers from my lunch and threw them back into the bag I had brought them in. “I’ll be at your house at 7:30,” I told Rose. Then I walked out the door and started bringing up horses.

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I got done with work just after 6. I hadn’t updated the rider files from the last class yet, but I could do that tomorrow. I needed to get home if I wanted to be at Rose’s house at the time I’d promised.

“Come on, Bug!” I called to my dog when I stepped back inside the office. Her real name was Ziggy. Bug was just an affectionate nickname that I used a lot. I picked up her bowls that I kept by the door. I heard the tinkling of the name tag on her collar and the pitter patter of her tiny feet as she rushed over to greet me. She ran in circles around my legs, whining in excitement and occasionally stopping to jump up.

You’d think she’d been alone all day rather than in an office that always had one or two people around and where I came to check on her multiple times throughout the day. She even got to sit in my lap during my break. That’s just how she was though. Any amount of time spent away from me was utterly unacceptable.

“Let’s go home.” I picked her up, locked the door behind me and then carried her to the car.

The first thing I did when I got home was hop in the shower. It always felt good to wash off all of the sweat, dirt, horse hair, and mix of horse saliva and snot – walking in a dusty arena meant lots of sneezing horses and they usually got it all over me – I came home covered in.

After my shower I changed into a new, clean outfit and put some gel in my hair. I found some leftovers in the fridge that I heated up and ate quickly before finishing getting ready. I took Ziggy outside and made sure she had food and water before getting back in the car and driving to the house Rose and two of her friends rented together.

“Hey, Mandy,” I greeted the brunette who opened the door and invited me in. I wouldn’t go as far as calling Mandy and Rose’s other roommate Lindsey my friends, but we saw each other enough that we were familiar and comfortable with each other. “Is Rose almost ready?”

“Yeah, I think so. She should be out any minute.”

“I’m coming!” I heard Rose’s voice call from up the stairs. She hurried down, putting one of her earrings in as she walked. She looked me up and down, less than impressed with my outfit, I knew.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” She asked. I thought the jeans and band t-shirt I had on looked just fine. They weren’t going to win me any dates – especially when compared to Rose’s ripped skinny jeans and tank top, not to mention the effort she’d put into her hair and makeup – but we weren’t trying to meet guys. It was just supposed to be a night out with friends. I told her as much and she rolled her eyes and opened the door.

She only lived six blocks away from the bar we were going to so we were just walking. There was no point in driving there when it likely wouldn’t be safe for her to drive back. I knew I wouldn’t be staying as late as everyone else, so I wasn’t about to offer to drive. She could walk or get an uber ride.

“You really are no fun. Just because that’s not the goal doesn’t mean someone won’t catch your eye.”

“And if someone does catch my eye I should abandon my friends to talk to him?” I asked.

“Absolutely! On behalf of everybody, if you see someone you like, please do! I probably shouldn’t. I’m at least getting myself out there and going on dates regularly. But you? When’s the last time you actually went out with someone? I know I sound like a broken record here, but I’m going to say it again. Live a little.”

“It’s not like I refuse to date. I just rarely ever even meet single guys my age. And the few I do meet are usually not worth the time.”

“And what exactly would make a guy worth the time?” She asked. I just smiled.

“I don’t know. But I’ll let you know once I figure it out.”

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Our other coworkers – Lauren, Morgan, and Natalie – were sitting in a booth waiting for us when we got to the bar.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Nat exclaimed when we walked in. “And you managed to convince Emily to come! Miracles do happen.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” I rolled my eyes at the teasing.

“Don’t get too excited,” Rose warned them. “Grandma here doesn’t plan on having more than one or two drinks and she said she has to leave by 11.”

“What? Come on, Emily, we’re supposed to be out having a good time! You know, team bonding and all that jazz,” Lauren protested. “You can’t stay out later than that?”

“For the record, 11 is late,” I said. There was a round of groans from everybody. “It is! It’s already later than I’m usually up, and I still have to get home. And I have to be able to work in the morning.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Lauren answered.

“Yeah, but I’ve got work to do with the horses that I didn’t have time for this week.”

“Like what? Could it wait just a couple more days?” Morgan asked. She was the peacemaker of the group, and even though no one was upset, she probably figured she’d get ahead of things in case that’s where it was headed. “I’m not trying to pressure you. It’s just sometimes I think you work too hard. It’s ok to take a break.”

“Like I need to check Domino’s saddle. He seemed like he was maybe a little sore today and I just want to make sure it’s still fitting the way it should. Penny has decided that the east corner of the arena is terrifying ever since we planted that new tree there last weekend so I need to work with her on that, and I still haven’t gotten Finn desensitized to wheelchairs yet. And you might have noticed how dusty the arena is getting. I need to water it down. Plus, the waterers could all stand to be cleaned.”

“Ok, yes. All important stuff,” Nat admitted. “But it’s not like you have to be there at 8 a.m. You could go in the afternoon.”

“We’ll see,” I said. I wasn’t likely to change my mind, but it wasn’t worth arguing about now.

“That’s about enough talk about work,” Rose said. “We’re here to have fun, remember? Whattaya say we all get something to drink and get this night started?”

“Yes please,” Lauren agreed.

We left our booth and walked past the dance floor to the bar. The bartender was already busy with another small group of people. We talked while we waited and I turned my back to the bar, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. The other girls were absolutely going to want to dance tonight, and while I might participate for a short time if they really pushed it, dancing really wasn’t my thing. I was hoping to find someone I might talk to while they were busy.

“So, let’s be honest. What do we all think of Hannah’s new boyfriend? Think it’ll last?” Lauren asked. Hannah was one of two coworkers who wasn’t with us tonight. He’d come by the other day to pick her up after a meeting.

“Hmm. I’m not sure yet. We only saw the guy for about five minutes. But based on what Hannah has said… maybe. She’s not overwhelmingly excited about him, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work out,” I said.

“Mm, I don’t know. It’s a new relationship. If she’s not excited about him in the brand new, beginning, exciting part of it, how’s she going to feel in a few weeks? Or months?” Rose chipped in.

Morgan had just started to offer her opinion when I noticed the door opening out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see who it was out of habit. This wasn’t the first person to walk through the door since we’d been standing here. He was the first person that I gave more than a passing glance though.

If it weren’t for the well worn jeans and jacket he was wearing, I could’ve sworn he’d walked straight off the cover of some magazine. He was easily, without question, the most attractive man I’d ever seen in my entire life. In fact, the word ‘gorgeous’ came to mind. It wasn’t a word I usually associated with men, and yet, I couldn’t deny the truth of it.

I watched as he made his way past the tables and booths towards the dancefloor, heading – I assumed – for the bar. I also noted the appreciative stares of nearly every woman he passed. I couldn’t say I blamed them.

“Emily,” Morgan said, not for the first time judging by her tone. “What are you having?”

“Sorry,” I said, turning around to face the bar. “I’ll have a strawberry daiquiri.”

I tuned back into the conversation as we waited for our drinks. The topic had switched – much to Lauren’s annoyance – from Hannah’s new boyfriend to an old boyfriend of Lauren’s that we’d all really liked and were disappointed it didn’t work out with.

“New subject please,” she ordered.

I tried to come up with a new topic, but was distracted by the extremely attractive man walking up and leaning against the bar just a few seats away, waiting for the bartender to come take his order. I watched as he scanned the room, much as I had been doing a minute ago, only with an obvious disinterest. It seemed to be more just something to do while he waited.

His gaze made its way over to where our little group was standing. Like an idiot, I didn’t look away. I was so used to being the quiet, relatively unnoticed bystander that it didn’t even cross my mind that he might notice me. His eyes locked with mine and he smiled. I quickly looked away, feeling my embarrassment announce itself in a rush of heat to my cheeks. Was that a polite smile? Flirty? Smugness at my obvious staring?

I gratefully grabbed my drink when the bartender handed it to me and we all walked back to the booth we’d claimed earlier. I took a large drink of my daiquiri and focused as hard as I could on the conversation in an attempt to forget what just happened.

Unfortunately, despite my efforts, my focus was tenuous at best. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of the bar and the gorgeous man as one at a time, two different women sat beside the seat he had apparently taken for the night and flirted with him. I also watched as one after another, those women walked away disappointed.

“Who are you staring at so hard?” Morgan asked, the first to notice my inattentiveness. I was making an attempt to join in the conversation, but apparently I hadn’t done a good enough job participating. Or – the more likely option, I suppose – she had just noticed my staring. Frankly, I was being very rude. I’d barely looked away from the man in the last hour.

I watched in horror as the heads of every one of my colleagues turned in the direction I’d been looking in. Lauren let out a low, appreciative whistle. I heard Natalie breathe out a wow.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Rose said.

“Don’t you dare!” I hissed, grabbing her hand before she could stand up.

“What? Not for me, for you,” she clarified. “We’ve all been holding our breath for the day you finally meet someone. And I know you’re not going to go introduce yourself. Let me help you out.”

“No. Just because he’s good looking doesn’t mean he’s worth talking to. Besides, this is our night out. Team bonding,” I said with the smallest hint of put-on enthusiasm.

“I think I speak for all of us when I say we’d be ok with you bailing out on this one,” Nat said. Rose gave me an ‘I told you so’ look. “Especially for someone who looks like that.”

“Seriously guys, no. I mean it. If you go over there and talk to him then… I’m… just… I’ll leave,” I threatened. “I’d rather go home than sit through that.”

It’s not that I didn’t want to meet the man. I did. Badly. But I wasn’t ok with my friends going up to a complete stranger on my behalf. That was just sad. Plus, old fashioned as it was, my shyness meant I was a big believer in letting the guy make the first move.

“Ok,” Rose relented. “Sorry. I didn’t realize it was that upsetting to you.”

“Thanks for offering,” I said. “It’s just not why I’m here tonight. And I don’t know what I’d say to him anyway.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Lauren smirked. “Except maybe ‘my place or yours’. I think that should about cover it.”

“Moving on,” I ordered, which was met by a round of laughter from the group.

“Alright, don’t freak out on me now,” Lauren said as she stood up. “I’m going up to the bar, but I’m not talking to him. I need another drink. Anyone else?”

I’d already had two drinks and didn’t want another, but I did ask for water. Everybody else wanted another drink, so Natalie offered to go with Lauren and help carry everything back. I kept a close eye on them to make sure they didn’t talk to the guy. I watched as he stood from his chair for the first time since he sat down and turned to scan the room again. This time I had the sense to turn away before he caught me looking.

Lauren and Natalie came back with the drinks and when I looked back in the direction of the bar, I saw that he had moved to the dartboard.

We talked and laughed for another 45 minutes – I hadn’t looked in the good looking guy’s direction even once during this time – and I was glad that, despite my hesitations, I’d agreed to come out tonight. That is, until Rose decided it was time to start dancing. Everybody eagerly agreed and started shuffling off to the dance floor. Only Morgan noticed my reluctance.

“You coming?” She asked.

“Nah. You guys go ahead. I’m not really up for dancing.” The chances of me agreeing to it on a normal night were slim to none. I was not what you might call a gifted dancer and I always felt as stupid as I was sure I looked. But tonight there was absolutely no way I could build up the courage for it. Even though it had been close to two hours ago now, being caught staring by Mr. Leather Jacket left me feeling extremely self conscious.

“Are you sure? I’m sure everybody would come back if they knew you weren’t up for it. Or I can stay and talk with you.”

“I appreciate that, but don’t worry about it. I’m not going to be the reason the rest of you don’t get to do something you find fun on your night out. I promise I’ll be ok by myself for a little while.”

“Emily, Morgan, get out here!” Rose called. Morgan hurried over to join them. I saw Rose looking at me expectantly and I waved her off. She gave me a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look and came back to the booth.

“Come on!” She encouraged. “We’re dancing!”

“I can see that.”

“We’d like you to join us.”

“You know I don’t dance.”

“Of course you do,” she insisted, grabbing my hands and pulling me with her. “You just don’t love to do it in public.”

“That implies that I’ll do it in private. I can assure you, that’s not true either.” I pulled my hands out of hers and backed up to the wall. “I’ll just watch.”

“Can you please just come with? We don’t want you to be left out. I promise no one is going to be watching and judging you.”

“First of all, believe me, that’s what I tell myself. And I know it’s true, but I still can’t convince myself of that. Secondly, can you please believe that I’m being sincere when I tell you that I honestly don’t mind sitting back?”

“Alright, fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll let it go. For now. But you’re going to have to join us at some point.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything in response. She turned around and walked back to our group of friends on the dance floor.

“I’ll be back for you in a little bit,” she warned over her shoulder. I didn’t bother contradicting her.

I walked back to our table to grab my water and then, deciding I’d been sitting long enough, moved back over to stand by the wall. I leaned against it and watched all the people that were dancing. I felt a surge of jealousy at how carefree they were and how every single one of them seemed to be competent dancers. If I wasn’t so hopeless at it, I’d be more inclined to join.

After a few minutes of watching, I remembered my earlier idea and took another scan of the room, searching for a familiar face. I didn’t see anyone in the table area and turned my gaze to the bar. When my eyes passed over the good looking guy I’d been preoccupied with all night, I saw woman number three – or was it four? – leaving his side with a dejected look on her face.

I finished my search, not seeing anyone I knew in the crowd. I decided to steal one more look at the man, only to find him already looking at me. I froze, unsure what to do. He smiled and pushed off the bar, walking towards me.

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#end up here #supernatural #fanfiction #au #non hunting au #dean winchester #original female character #original characters #dean winchester x ofc

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aego-philautia · 6 months

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Philautia; (φιλαυτία, philautía) means "self-love". To love oneself or "regard for one's own happiness or advantage"...

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Howdy ho! Call me Aego💜🖤

Info under the cut!

This is my sideblog to my main art account(@aegos-eros) where i will rant about things and post shit post doodles

I’m interested iiiinnnn:

Vocaloid(Like. Very much.)

Other music(I listen to a lot of different things, just ask!)

Genshin(Also very much but I’m more chill abt it now I promise)

Drawing!(And by proxy, internet/youtube drama)

Japanese Culture

Cozy Things/Videogames

Idk what else to put tbh

I like purple too, as you can see

ALSO

Two years ago my brain latched onto this guy:

and hes been bothering me ever since SO ive decided to bestow upon him my ✨greatest honor✨: A deeply traumatized wife with an unnecessarily complicated and constantly changing backstory!

Aaand I somehow managed to simp for her too like a useless bisexual, so now I'm allowing myself to be annoying about them here. If you are only here for me losing my mind about life every now and then, then their tag is: #My Loves💜❤️

❤️❤️HERES THEIR YUMESHIP CHART💜💜

My apologies, but I am uncomfortable with sharing 😔

I’ll mainly focus on him when it comes to OC x Canon but I DO have other OCs and pretty much all of them have an OC x Canon ship(not all are romantic). I’ll mention them at some point if I remember.

💜More Aego Info💜

Im some kind of ace pls don't ask i barely even know tbh BUT I do still very much like talking about/making and interacting with NSFW things, don't worry I likely won't post/reblog any but if I ever do get the urge ill make a tag for it dw.

Minors can interact with my posts, just don't follow me please, Im not comfortable with it.

I'm pretty shy tbh, pls be patient w me or else ill cry this is a threat.

Still very happy to talk to ppl and answer questions tho! Especially about my oc x canon ship or anything I make or just about anything in general!

I also have inattentive adhd as well as social anxiety, and while I am getting much better especially recently, it can still get the better of me sometimes, so I deeply apologize if it seems like I'm ignoring u or anything! I promise I'm not I'm just a bit of a mess lmao

I typically try to refrain from discourse of any kind, it annoys me/stresses me out and I usually just ignore or block, but if I get over myself enough to speak on something I’ll tag it as : tw.discourse

^adding to the above point, I do not typically check blogs that I reblog from, and I also block freely, if you don't want me to interact w u/see me interact with questionable ppl, do inform me and ill deal w it as soon as I have the energy.

About oc x canon, I am also Normal™️ about other characters, I'm just really fixated on Kazu and have been basically since he first came out. If you want to know about them, just ask!

🌸TAGGSSS🌸

#My Loves💜❤️ (Oc x Canon shipping and art/writings)

#praise the son☀️ (posts abt MY BBY BOI MY SHINING STAR THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE my cat)

#dewdels (Exactly what it says on the tin)

#i must scream (me talking about things)

#oooh shiny (reblogs of things i like)

#tw.discourse

#goatluuvsqueue!!💜💜(queue ofc!)

More tags to be added as needed!✨

That's it that's the post, go crazy aaa go stupid aaaaa~✨

#My Loves💜❤️#dewdels #i must scream #oooh shiny #praise the son☀️#goatluuvsqueue!!💜💜

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

......

Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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The Things We Don’t Tell

Summary: You were sure your life was written and directed to fit a sketchy Rom-Com and nobody could convince you otherwise. First, your boss was too hot to be true, and burning with desire didn’t even begin to explain the tingling sensations he left on you. Second, your coworker (a.k.a. Ex-About-to-be-FWB) insisted in turning your life into a living hell, which wasn’t the exact kind of hotness you were into. And if having these two hot men around you every single day of your life wasn’t enough to prove it, maybe the threat of your slutty secret identity about to be busted would be… But you couldn’t let this happen.

WC: 7,5 K

Genre: Smut, Humor (?)

AUs: Office, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Bang Chan

(Not really a love triangle as Hyunjin is the Lead. However, Reader wants to Bang Chan)

Rebloggable Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Tag List

Warnings: Language, Thigh riding, Public space (Office), Exhibitionism, Possessiveness, Pet Name (Baby girl), Sir Kink

[If I forgot anything, please let me know! I’m kinda sleepy right now]

Notes: There will be at least one more chapter but I won’t do a tag list post for now, only if someone wants it, cuz I’m too lazy to think about doing it right now. This fic is an attempt to experiment with some writing style things that I’ve been wanting to try. I don’t think it worked, tho SUHAHUSAUHSUHA But that’s life

- I’ll quite possibly change the title in the future-

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You are a superhero.

Okay! To be honest, you may be exaggerating a little bit ─ a tiny harmless little bit ─ but that was how you felt every single day of your life, alright? You had this glorious and mysterious side of yours that you hid from everyone else in the world… That mask that you couldn’t let come to the ground and would fight for dear life to protect… That side to your persona that no one was allowed to meet… The fierce, bold, and dark aspects of your soul that—

“Y/N! I want those papers on my table!”

“Yes, sir!” You shrieked in an embarrassing (not even slightly bold) way.

— That you couldn’t show at your work.

Yeah… So maybe no one actually thought of you as a superhero, but you really believed someone should start to. Was there something that different between your life and those low-budget TV shows people seem to enjoy so much? You didn’t think so.

To be fair, sometimes you felt like someone wrote a questionable script and poorly directed your life to fit you as the leading lady of a sketchy rom-com. As if they just focused on checking out every point on a bullet list made up with rules for a successful superhero office drama that wasn’t even that good…

… And speaking of which…

Rule Number One: The stern (maybe kinda attractive) boss!

If you had to define Bang Chan with a couple of adjectives, you would choose undeniably beautiful ─ extremely professional of you because the right words to describe him were fucking hot ─ and committed. Fortunately, it wasn’t an “I have someone waiting for me at home and a bunch of kids I must put to sleep” kind of commitment, which would destroy your hopes of having this man one day. Unfortunately, it was an “I’m better than the header and gonna run this company by tomorrow night” kind of commitment, which destroys your hopes of a peaceful day at work.

Now, it’s not like you don’t want to do your job! It’s just that you didn’t sign up to be Bang Chan’s perfect little toy ─ definitely not the better words to describe it ─ and you didn’t expect to be joined by the hips ─ really? ─ with him or any of your coworkers. The thing is that Bang Chan wants to be on top ─ someone has to stop you ─ and he believes the only way to get there is to work as a team and be as perfect as one can be. In other words, Bang Chan wants absolutely everything and everyone to be neat, tight, and ready to be used ─ again… Not the better way to put your thoughts into words ─, but this just wasn’t who you were.

It also wasn’t the point right now.

The point right now should be the fact that Bang Chan was striding to his office looking like he owned the whole damn place… If this was a movie, the camera would be focusing on his expensive, black leather shoes before scanning all the way up to his waist in slow motion. The scene would zoom in on his fine ass only to go a little bit up and catch the shiny, black belt wrapping around his figure. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but you had a hell of a productive mind… You could think of a few things you shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.

Bang Chan didn’t seem to understand he was at work either.

He rolled his sleeve up in a sexy motion that should be illegal. It isn’t. You can tell by the way there are no cops bursting inside the building and arresting this gorgeous son of a bitch.

The lack of any authorities to stop this atrocious moment had you lowering your gaze to your desk ─ a vain attempt to ignore the way his forearms flexed as he gestured and ordered people around. If you were a little bit less professional, you would have some ideas of how he could do it in bed. With you. But you weren’t some kind of creepy perv who would be fantasizing about riding your own boss from dusk till dawn.

Not at all.

“Do you need me, Sir?” His secretary asks politely.

A question that you would love to ask him too… In a totally and strictly professional way, of course.

Rule Number Two: The (extremely unnecessary) nemesis!

The shiver running down your spine could mean only one thing: Hwang Hyunjin ─ your obnoxious coworker ─ was standing right behind you, just like a bloody damn ghost. There was no need to turn around. You knew he had his mocking eyes glued on Bang Chan’s figure, and you could feel the air shifting as he tilted his head in a silent sneer before leaning on your desk.

You refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence; painfully aware that he would flash a wide grin while looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. You wouldn’t give him the taste of seeing in your face that he was right; that you were staring at your boss as if you were a starving vulture. So you did the only thing you could do in this situation: You started to work. The sheets scattered over your desk wouldn’t walk by themselves to Bang Chan’s room, right?

And neither would you if it depended on Hyunjin.

The attempts to swipe the papers in your direction and gather everything you needed ─ to finally get rid of Hyunjin ─ proved to be vain as his hand took root on the desk. You pursed your lips in annoyance while glancing at his prominent knuckles and slender fingers; wondering if he would be so collected if he knew you wanted to crunch them. Probably not. But he gets off so fucking much on upsetting you that he might just want to take the risk anyway.

“What do you want, asshole?” You hissed; stopping your motions before turning around to stare blankly at him.

The face of an angel was the most accurate way to describe the sight in front of you. Plump, pink lips molded into a sweet smile and dark brown eyes morphed into cute crescents. None of those features fit his true self, though. Underneath the angelic façade, there was a demon called Hwang Hyunjin ─ who was resting his free hand on your shoulder for no reason besides driving you crazy.

It would be easier if he was just a pretty face, but Hyunjin had a good body too. The guy looked just like a model ─ slim, tall, and classy ─, and even though only his collarbones peeked out from down his shirt, you knew that there was much more than the eyes could see.

Well, you never saw it, but you had felt it.

As far as you could remember, each curve on Hyunjin’s abs was craft by God himself. The way his chest was built for you to caress would be forever craved on your mind. You might never forget how soft his lips were in contrast to his lap… How his thighs flexed just right when you pulled his hair… How reactive he was… How his moans sounded… And how he put everything to waste.

“Oh, nothing” He shrugged. As usual, his voice was just like sweet, hot honey; still, you could wipe the poison dripping down his chin, “I was just wondering if you had enough time to do your job while fucking your boss inside your head” He clarified sarcastically, cracking you a smile.

Sometimes you regretted not putting his mouth to good use… He really needed to learn how to shut up for a while and stop being so… Unbearable. The silence he met had him scoffing; body leaning even closer to the point his face was practically hovering over yours ─ smugness plastered all over it. You held his gaze to confront him; breathe mingling with his in a heated mix that matched the anger under your eyes.

Was he licking his lips as he stared at yours? Oh boy… He definitely wanted to get laid. It was your time to scoff as the frown on your lips turned into a smirk; eyes twinkling mischievously as you looked into his in a silent teasing. As if sensing that he was in trouble, Hyunjin tilted his head to look even more obnoxious than he was; face coming closer to yours to defy your newfound confidence.

“You know what? If you stared at him any longer, I think his balls might have fallen off…” He whispered in a tone loud enough for just you to hear “Unless he saw the way you were looking at him… Then I guess his dick would go straight up” He assured you with a ‘friendly’ pat on your shoulder as he finally let go of your papers and straightened his back.

“Are you saying it from experience?” You sneered; grimacing at him.

“Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you too?” He retorted gibingly; not even thinking twice about it.

“No” You tilted your head, trying to stay composed, “I’m reminding you that you couldn’t even kiss me without getting a boner… Just like a teenage boy” He arched a brow at your statement; pursing his lips as he hummed in wonder “I’m surprised you never came in your pants like the pathetic thing you are” He laughed; poking his cheek with his tongue before squeezing your shoulder in a silent warning.

“I must have been quite a sight if you can remember it so vividly” You pretended not to notice the way he sniggered, pushing away the urge to punch his face.

Nemesis was just a classy way to call him a pain in the ass.

Rule Number Three: The (plain and uninteresting) secret identity!

It would be impossible to miss the moment Hyunjin’s devilish smirk morphed into a bright, friendly smile. The snarky comment on the tip of your tongue was swallowed back in a bit; grimace dissolving into a wide grin as if you weren’t about to throw your fists at him. He giggled as his arms spread open before snaking around your body to pull you into a tight hug; holding you close and rocking your body side to side as a soft huff fell from your lips.

If you didn’t know any better, your knee would be buried between his legs.

“Way to go, Y/N!” He chirped, loosening his grip to take a better look at your face; eyes smiling as if the both of you were the bestest of friends in the entire world, “You’re awesome! I’m so proud… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my teammate” He pursed his lips; dimples showing as he offered you nothing but affection in his gaze.

You did know better, though, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out who was standing behind your back as you opened your mouth to answer him: “There’s no one I’d rather be with!” You reassured Hyunjin in a sweet, mirthful tone; tilting your head to return the fondness in his look in an act worthy of an Oscar “We’re a team, you know? You can’t get rid of me so easily” He laughed wholeheartedly at that; ruffling your hair before leaning closer to you again, resuming the hug.

“We’ll see about that” He whispered in your ear, making you scoff.

“What are you gonna do? Cry to Daddy so you won’t work with me anymore?” You hissed back; breaking away from his hug with a tight grin before turning around to meet Chan’s gaze.

The surprise plastered over your face was millimetrically calculated; just like the way you pretended to be flustered as you stared into your boss’ eyes to see the pride shining on them. You brought the papers closer to your chest in what was meant to be an innocent, coy way ─ a technique mastered over the months you worked for him ─, and Chan seemed to fall for it as he giggled in delight. The poor guy had no clue all of this was as fake as your camaraderie towards Hyunjin, and he wasn’t about to discover it anytime soon if it depended on you.

Luckily, it did! You had taken some acting classes; just enough for your next words to be naturally convincing: “I’m so sorry, Sir! We’re just so happy that –” The words were deliberately drawled to give him enough time to interrupt you. Just like you knew he would. And it was a good thing that he did because you had no idea of how you were supposed to finish that sentence anyway.

You were a good actress, not a professional improviser.

“Don’t mention it” He cut you off giggly; detaching himself from the doorframe he leaned on as he watched the friendly scene taking place.

The amount of cuteness this man could deliver in his smile wasn’t fair, and it didn’t match the sensuality a simple gesture of his overflowed with, enchanting you. You gulped down as he gave both of you a silent order to follow him into his room, wondering if the duality he had in the office was remotely similar to what he could do in bed ─ a thought that shouldn’t be having a place in your mind right now.

Hyunjin seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly too, and as soon as Chan turned around to head to his office, he bumped his shoulder onto yours. The obnoxious action was followed by your elbow diving into his ribs; a retaliation that took you less than a second and, luckily, Chan ─ or any of your coworkers ─ didn’t seem to notice. Neither of you gave away your silent quarrel as Hyunjin closed the door behind him, smiling at you when Chan finally took his seat.

“It’s good to see that you guys have such chemistry” He confessed, and you had to suppress a scoff when you looked into his eyes. He had no idea… The chemistry between you two was enough to make you want to blow each other, “You know what I always say, right?” He boasted on a sing-song; much more at ease than he seemed to be earlier.

You weren’t about to put that on the line, though.

“You can’t have teamwork if you don’t have a team!” You warbled in unison.

“That’s the spirit!” Chan gurgled, heading to his desk in a visibly good mood.

What was going on? He wouldn’t be so happy just because you and Hyunjin were being friendly… Were you missing something? He didn’t seem in such a peaceful state of mind when he came in… It had to be something that happened after that. Perhaps he got some good news from his secretary? Or maybe… You narrowed your eyes as you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s hands fidgeting in front of him; his foot tapping the ground rapidly but quietly before moving slightly to step on your toe.

Or maybe Hyunjin had something to do with it…

“As I said in the email, Sir, I happened to hear some stuff around and… KQ managed to get an exclusive with Han Jisung” The sentence sounded just like a normal introduction to a report, but you knew it wasn’t. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to meet yours, glinting with anxiety and despair. He was informing you of what was going on, not Chan, “And as we all know, Jisung is a rising producer star, which is bound to raise their sales and might get in the way of ours…” He continued, swallowing dryly and widening his eyes ever so slightly.

He was definitely trying to warn you of something.

“Yes, I read the e-mail, Hyunjin” Chan agreed sternly; smile disappearing as his fingers intertwined to serve as a support for his chin. He looked classy and incredibly sexy, but your mind couldn’t afford to focus on it right now. You had to figure out what the hell Hyunjin suggested to Chan before blowing everything up, “You also said that Y/N might have the solution for this…” Oh, so that was it, you thought when Chan arched his brow; eyes connecting to yours.

And now what?

“So?” He encouraged you, detaching his chin from his hands so he could rest them on his desk “I’m waiting” He smiled gently; a closed-mouth smile that was supposed to calm your nerves, even though you could see how tumultuous his gaze was right now.

It was practically a silent threat.

In a normal situation, the predatory way he was looking at you ─ resembling a wolf when you were nothing but a sheep under his radar ─ would get you… Thinking.

Your job wouldn’t be at stake in a normal situation, though.

The pressure on your toes increased; the subtle way Hyunjin found to snap you out of your mind, despite your silence hanging in there for just a few seconds. It was obvious that he was freaking out just as much as you were, and you couldn’t help but blame him for this. Couldn’t he have told you about it earlier? What the hell was going on inside his mind?! Instead of taunting you about wanting to fuck Bang Chan, he should have warned you about that shit!

That’s not the time for this, Y/N.

The muscles on your face tensed as you tried to not give away everything going through your mind; lips twisting in a tight smile as you looked at Hyunjin: “Yeah, he was right” You answered calmly, even though your stomach was settled on becoming an Olympic athlete right now, “As I was telling him before coming here, Sir, I have someone in mind…” The relief washed over Hyunjin’s face; a genuine smile adorning his features as he withheld a sigh, “I happen to know I.N, and I think I can get us an exclusive” You confessed, shifting your gaze from Hyunjin to Chan.

“The writer?” He blurted out, astonishment plastered all over his face.

“Yeah… They’re a friend of mine…” You trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud “They’re in the top trending now since their novel will become a drama and…” You cleared your throat, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. There was just so much of acting you could handle for a day, “I mean- It’s… Adult stuff, right? But they never—”

“I know! That’s perfect!” He beamed, getting up from his chair to walk your way “They’ve never been seen! Nobody knows anything about them, Y/N” He laughed ─ he genuinely laughed ─ while clasping his hands together “Han Jisung is good, but I.N is better! This is hot news… FrontPage… How come you never told me about that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder “Rest assured that when I get my promotion, I’m gonna have you right here in this room” He promised you in such a serious tone that a shiver ran down your spine.

Rule Number Four: The (kinda horny) true self!

There was not a single soul in the office as you made your way down the hall; eyes focused on the mesmerizing view outside. The sky was colored in purple shades, so deep that you would have mistaken them for black if it weren’t for the dazzling, sleepless city and its dozens of skyscrapers lighting everything up. Not even the full moon would be able to compete with such a beautiful brilliance, but it wouldn’t be necessary either as your gaze was abruptly torn away from the night.

The darkness surrounding you didn’t allow your brain to connect the dots immediately, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened when you bumped into something. The surface was much softer than a wall, yet firm enough to have you wincing for the impact; eyes snapping to meet the unlucky bastard that stayed until so late. The moonlight kissed his skin just enough for you to recognize the sharp features of your boss; clenched jaw revealing popping veins that distracted you for a fraction of a second.

Your eyes trailed the path from his jaw to his neck, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted like; if you could savor it like the sins you wanted to commit with him. The closeness didn’t work in your favor, and the hint of his scent intoxicated your senses as you connected your gazes. Something must have given you off ─ maybe your hesitation, maybe the lust glinting in your eyes ─ because the next second, Cristopher had his hand placed on your lower back.

The warm sensation grew to a burning feeling as his eyes darkened while diving into yours; his stern, cold gaze contrasting to the feeling of his touch and sending a shiver down your spine. Could he have noticed the way your legs trembled as his grip tightened around you? The look on his face was indecipherable, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel too exposed and vulnerable to keep looking for an answer, so you averted your eyes away from him.

“Weren’t you supposed to come as soon as you got his answer?” The way his voice made its way to your senses had the embarrassment washing over you. The huskiness in his tone made you gulp down ─ throat dry from thirsting over him ─ and the calmness in his sentence alarmed you as it didn’t match the disapproval in his eyes “It’s so late that there is no one else here anymore” He added nonchalantly; mixed signals getting you confused to what he meant by it.

Was it just a way to scold you or was it an invitation?

“I’m sorry, Sir” Despite not having anyone around, you whispered the words as if you could be caught at any moment now, “It took me longer than expected, but we—”

“We?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut you off but the real reason why you couldn’t manage to finish your thoughts was the way he pulled your body impossibly closer to his “Were you with him this whole time?” He hissed right into your ear, letting his hot breath fan over your cold, sensitive skin in a silent threat.

“Working” You corrected, even though he didn’t say anything.

“Working” He hummed in agreement; hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear “As in how we work late at night?” He sneered, manhandling you to press your back against the cold surface of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the place “Or is it as in how he wants to work you on his desk?” He scoffed; soft huff almost as degrading as the way he held your cheeks with one hand and guided your eyes to his.

“Neither” You guaranteed breathlessly; voice quivering in excitement.

“Are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice his looks?” He narrowed his eyes at you; his knee making its way to the gap between yours before slowly rising to your thighs, “That you don’t know how much he wants to fuck you?” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “You better not, ‘cause I know you love it” He warned as he kicked your legs apart.

“He could never fuck me as you do” There was such seriousness in your tone that it had him chuckling, and he nodded in approval before burying his nose in your neck, “I-I’m yours only, Sir… I know my place” You promised quietly, trying not to give away how aroused his jealousy made you feel.

“Yeah…” His raspy laughter tickled your skin, and you muffled a whine as he grazed his teeth over your neck teasingly “But you like being reminded of it, don’t you?” He taunted, taking in your scent in a way that made you feel too small and helpless. He groaned as soon as you let a whimper fall from your lips, and you couldn’t help but struggle to stay still while knowing what was about to come, “Do I have to spell it for you, baby girl?” He snickered before sucking on the tender spot of your skin that he knew too well at this point.

“N-No” Somewhere inside your head, you acknowledged that your reaction was insanely humiliating. He just needed a couple of words spoken in a sultry tone and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence. That was the power he had on you. And you loved it. “Only yours” The rushed tone made him smirk against your neck, stopping his path of kisses for a second to look into your eyes “Sir” You panted; returning his gaze with just as much intensity as he had on his.

“Claim your place” His order was so tantalizing that you didn’t even blink before you finally let your knees give away, losing the support of your legs to earn the support of his thigh, “That’s right… You do remember your place” Somehow, this sounded like the best praise he could ever offer you, even under his amused tone, “But you have been such a bad girl lately…” He pouted as he caressed your cheek; hand stopping to grab your chin gently “And I don’t like bad girls… You know that, right?” He let his thumb reach for your lower lip, fiercely staring at it before grazing his finger on your teeth.

Your answer was as silent as his request; tongue welcoming his thumb before you sucked on his digit. He hummed in appreciation, pushing it inside your mouth as you looked at him with big doe eyes to show a coyness that wasn’t really there within you. The action was followed by a swirl around the tip of his finger; as if to leave in his mouth the taste of what he was missing and prompt him to give you what you really wanted: Him.

If he picked up on your plans, he showed it by giving like for like.

He didn’t say a word as he pressed his thigh against your heat; leaning closer to let his breath fan over your neck once more. He stood like that for what could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but nonetheless time enough for his warmth to creep into your senses. He was like a poison to you; the intoxicating presence clouding your better judgment and destroying any will you had to have him losing control. You didn’t even mind the way he scoffed as you started to grind his leg; brows twisting to shout out a needy plea for release.

“That’s a good girl” He approved, catching your earlobe between his teeth. The moan that fell from your lips was muffled by his finger and he didn’t seem to appreciate it, “I don’t hear you, baby girl” He complained, moving on to your jaw with a path of open-mouthed kisses that weren’t enough to distract you from his other hand “There’s no one here… Be loud for me” He allured you as his hand found its way under your shirt.

The temptation was great… Scream his name as he fucked you senseless in the office... No risk of being caught… Just you, and him, and your dirty little secret…

Your thoughts were all around the place, and you had no hopes of grasping them back as his cold hand brushed your side, contrasting to the warmth under your clothes. The way he touched you made shivers run down your spine; his slow, delicate motion enhancing your senses to every single second of his caresses. You held your breath when his finger finally managed to reach its destination; grazing over your nipple to have you succumbing to his wishes.

You fought it as you could, but you were never much of a fighter.

It was too easy for him to have you under his control, and he knew it. You could tell it by the way he chuckled as soon as you gave away how lost you were at this point. The moan that left your lips came all the way up from your chest, sounding crystal clear in the room as you let your mouth fall agape. Sucking on his finger and following his orders were the last concern you would have for this moment. The only thing worthy of your attention right now was the fact that you couldn’t get as much friction as you needed, and you had to do something about it.

So you grind on his leg for dear life.

“You’re so needy” The mockery didn’t have much effect on your mind anymore, so you just kept sliding up and down his thigh as if that was the only thing that could keep you going “You’re not even listening to me, are you?” He huffed in disbelief; thumb leaving your mouth so he could cup your face “That’s all you can understand, right?” He taunted, pinching your nipple to get your attention again, “Are you still there, baby girl?” He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

“F-Fuck me” Was the only answer he would get.

“Manners” He warned; licking the sweet spot next to your jaw.

“Fuck me, Sir” You corrected yourself; wrapping your arms around his shoulders to look for some support as you practically bounced on his leg, “Please, fuck me, Sir” You repeated, forehead resting on the crook of his neck as you clawed his back, trying to bring him as close as possible to you.

“Louder” He demanded, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was grinning, “Louder…” He instructed in a tone so low that you could barely hear him over the rustling sounds of fabric against fabric. Your breath hitched as his hand gently caressed your hair; moving some strands away from your face to take a better look at you. However, he didn’t get to see your teary eyes, “Come on, baby… Look at me” He asked in a tantalizing tone, alluring you to try and meet his gaze.

There wasn’t much you could see through your hooded eyes; vision too blurry for you to grasp what was going on inside his mind. You could tell he enjoyed it, though. He always did. That moment when he could pinpoint you had given up on your control, that you weren’t yourself anymore and would be willing to do whatever he asked… He lived for it, for that rebellious flame of self-control extinguishing from your eyes.

For who you become when lust overcomes you.

The grip on his hair wasn’t unexpected, and Cristopher offered you a small, wicked smile before you connected your lips. The kiss was messy and hurried; tongues exploring every corner they could find while your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes. Neither of you cared about anything else but feeling each other’s bodies as you ripped your shirts. The cold breeze hitting your bare skin wasn’t enough to cool down the heat consuming you, but it was enough to have you squirming and whining.

“Beautiful” Was the only thing he said before pushing your back against the glass and adjusting his grip to take your nipple between his teeth. The groan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, prompting him to answer with a grunt of his own as he sucked on your skin. The vibrations ran from your flesh to your core, enticing another moan that seemed to fall into deaf ears, “Louder, baby… I want him to hear you…” He pleaded, letting go of your breast just to grope it and give you a kitten lick on the next second “To know who made you like this…” He added before sucking on it again.

Perhaps it was the fact that he thrust on you, just to tease your senses and make you thirstier. Perhaps it was the fact you had to support yourself on just one leg as he pushed his hips against yours and you tried to seek for your balance by involving his leg with yours. Perhaps it was his hand sliding to meet your clothed core; finger pressing against your clit to add a delicious, needed stimulus for your orgasm.

Perhaps it was the words that slipped through his lips.

“W-What did you say?” You panted; hips faltering as you tried to keep riding him, but steading their pace as his finger circled your clit to goad you “M-Mhm… S-Sir” You cried; hand burying in his hair to pull it and translate the utter bliss waving down your body. The string of mewls and urgent pleas spilled from you like a chant, getting him more eager than before, “P-Please” You whined, even though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

“Hold it” He ordered; straightening his back to look right into your eyes, but failing as yours rolled back to your head. His hand made its way to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look at him with a soft shake to catch your attention “Look at me” It sounded like a warning; stern enough for you to try your best to focus on him, “You’ll only cum when he walks right through that door… Do you understand?” He searched for any signs of stubbornness in your eyes, but his smile showed he didn’t found any.

“W-Who?” You managed to ask; body trembling as you tried to hold every single string inside your mind in place, even though each one of them was ready to snap and unravel the crashing pleasure that was building up.

“Why does it matter?” He scoffed, quickening his pace as the unmistakable ring of the elevator sounded on the room “You love being seen, don’t you?” He chuckled, watching as your body shook violently and your knees started to give away to the sensations running down your body.

“Y-Yes, Sir” You could bet your voice echoed inside the building, and Christopher seemed to agree with you as he grinned in approval.

“So look at your guest, baby… And scream my name” He instructed, pushing your face to the side. The doors opened slowly, revealing the lights inside the small cubicle right in front of your eyes “Let him know who you belong to” He whispered in your ear; hand pushing your underwear aside so his finger could come in contact with your core.

The mysterious figure detached from the corners of the metallic walls to finally reveal himself. You met his eyes for a half of a second; enough time for you to recognize the one who worked with you every single day of your life. For the past few years. Someone who would be your partner for years to come, and who would witness and engrave your face in your most vulnerable moment.

You came hard; probably the most overwhelming orgasm you had ever had in your life. It was impossible to hold back your voice, and you couldn’t help but howl his name; legs shaking and body collapsing into your boss’ arms. You squirmed and whimpered as you tried to recompose yourself; letting him help you ride you out of your orgasm and occupying yourself by staring into your coworker’s shocked eyes.

“Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out, gripping his arms for dear life while the shame sank into your soul.

Rule Number Five: The (grateful and satisfied) fans!

And… Post.

Oh, well… You did it. Again. There was something about displaying your deepest fantasies for anyone to see that was kinda thrilling to you. Your heart raced inside your chest just like a drum ─ well, if a goddamn drummer decided to do a solo but was too offbeat, to begin with ─ and you couldn’t help but stare blankly at the page without a clue of what to do now. It was out there… Why didn’t anyone say anything yet? Was it that bad? Should you delete it?

Well… People have to read it before commenting, you know?

Yeah, right… You just posted it.

Chill.

You licked your lips before biting them; feeling the rush that was posting about your boss online when no one else knew about it. If you were being honest, the best part of this wasn’t having the chance to live your fantasies throughout your writing. No. The best part was knowing that only you knew the true identity of Christopher… Or what you really wanted to do to him while he walked down the hallway. The best part was that no one would ever figure out that you were the author of the bestselling novel of the moment… That this steamy romance between boss and employee was nothing but your rawest desire.

Who would think that the boring, shy girl from the office would be a smut writer? Who would think that you would have a horny, interesting secret identity? No one else but you.

And this was priceless.

Or maybe… It was priceless.

As far as you knew, every single thing you cherished about being a secretive horny bitch could go down the drain tomorrow. It would be all fine if it was just a… Well, actually everything would suck. How would you look at Chan’s face if he knew you were writing about having sex with your boss while he was your boss? What would you do if they decided to fire you because of it? What would you do with your life from now on?!

Don’t panic, Y/N.

You had everything under control… Tomorrow morning you would be going to Jeongin’s house and interview him as if he were you. No one would ever suspect you after that. You would save your ass, Hyunjin’s ass, and Chan’s ass. And that was it. The perfect plan. Nothing to worry about. Just trust Jeongin to follow your script and make sure everything would go as planned.

Flawless. Totally safe. Perfect.

That’s right…

You just need to take a deep breath and rela—

The sudden sound caught you off guard; eyes focusing on the screen once again so you could understand what was going on. All of your worries vanished away as soon as you saw the notification on the top of it; announcing that you had just got a message from a fan.

Finally!

The weasel icon was so familiar that you chuckled while opening the message; a smile plastering over your face as you let your eyes wander around the words. There was nothing more fulfilling to your writer ass than seeing the way Weasel always had something to say about your story. Sometimes, he’d give you some feedback on your style. Other times, he’d freak out about how much he wanted to “try those things out”, as he usually said. There were also times when he’d just get excited over the characters and their conflicts, which always got you laughing.

It was fun to talk to Weasel.

He was just as mysterious as you… There was no name to his face, and also no face to his icon, but both of you were friends anyway. He had been keeping up with your stuff from such an early stage that it felt natural to have him around and getting his feedback. It was so comfortable, that you didn’t even mind when he slid in your DMs, embarrassed to let anyone else know that your smut made him… Feel things. There was no need to elaborate on what he did about those feelings or those things. But it was kinda hot to know he enjoyed himself throughout your fantasies.

His fantasies.

Well… For the number of times that you used them to write your stories, it was some sort of shared fantasies by now. As a matter of fact, you never intended to make Christopher a jealous character but Weasel made the idea seem too hot for you to ignore. Sometimes, he’d open up about that girl from his work that he really liked and how jealous he was of the guy she liked and then… Well, it felt… Interesting.

The thought of being desirable to the point a guy would want to claim you as his like this? Not that Weasel did it. He actually just mentioned that he hoped she was into this as a kink. You couldn’t help but picture the way he would touch her in such a greedy way… The possessiveness blinding him for a second… The grip tightening… The mean words and the humiliation… Oh, the sweet humiliation that would crush you as he whispered how much you would cum for him… How he was the only one who could make you like that… How he would ask you to say his name… To tell him that you were his…

You could drink holy water and still be shaking just by picturing it.

“That was such a good chapter… I didn’t expect you to use her friend like that. I thought it was a given that she’d end up with Chris” You read out loud, chuckling when he reached for your DMs to talk to you “Will we get a threesome or something, miss? 😏” He joked on the next line and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this “I’m waiting for it”

“You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” You typed, smirking as you stared at his messages “No spoilers for you, though, baby boy… You’ll have to wait like everybody else” Teasing him was always funny, and he never failed to amuse you.

“I’m not the one writing porn online” He pointed out, and before he could write anything else you shot him.

“Yeah but you’re the one getting off to it” You retorted, getting a whole set of gasping and shocked emotes that had you laughing.

“I have no words to express how offended I am” You chortled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Alright, Drama Llama” Why was it so fun to mock him? You wished you could actually meet him offline and banter like this in real life “To fill your horny ass, I might write a dom!reader next time… I was thinking about torturing the 2nd lead a bit”

“First of all… I don’t think I want my ass filled, thank you for offering tho” Why was he like this? “And I was just joking” You frowned at that, confused by what he meant “Don’t you think that a threesome doesn’t go along with the characters? Her friend likes her a lot and Christopher is just a kinky son of a bitch… I thought he’d just show him that she was his and be an ass as usual”

“What do you have against Chris, dude?” You rolled your eyes, although he wouldn’t be able to see it, “He’s way better than her friend! At least, he does something about her”

“I have the 2nd male lead syndrome! You know that!” You chortled, very aware of this, “And isn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to do something about it?! I mean… I don’t want to be nosey but having a threesome is way out of character for them” He pointed out, and you had to admit he was right.

“No, you’re not nosey…” You sighed; shoulders dropping for a second “It’s just that I’m upset about something that happened at work today and you know that projecting my problems on those characters is my thing” You pursed your lips, staring at the keyboard for a few seconds before deciding to continue “Besides, I’m about to spend an entire day with a guy that kinda inspired the 2nd lead and… I don’t really want to think about a sex scene with him, you know?” You confessed.

“But thinking about torturing and having a threesome with him is easy” He mocked you.

“That’s because that threesome would never happen” You sent it before you could think about what you had just written.

“Ooohhhh!” Holy shit… The amount of emotes he had just dumped on that chat couldn’t be a good sign, “So having sex with this guy is something you want?! And that could happen?! ” Great, now you would have a Drama Llama-Weasel trying to get some juicy gossip about your inexistent sex life… WORSE! Your sex life with your nemesis! “Why don’t you go for it? I’m sure he’s into you if he’s anything like his character” Poor thing… He had no idea.

“Shut up, it’s not like that” You brushed it off.

“If you say so” You could almost hear him snickering, even though you didn’t know how his voice sounded like “I’ll just have you regretting this for the rest of the night” You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief. He was unbearable! “I have work early tomorrow but I’m gonna come back with questions, Miss… Wait for me”

“What I meant is that it’d be easier to happen than having a threesome, not that I want it to happen, moron” You defended yourself but he didn’t even get to read it as he logged off right away.

Great… He would never let you live it down.

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sins-of-a-spider · 2 years

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A continuation of my Intersex!peter AU~!! I got so much love on the last one so here are some more ideas for it! @professional-benaddict helped with a lot of this and inspired a second part! Please go check them out~ All of their ideas are to die for!

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Stephen is Peter’s number one supporter. He’s the man in Peter’s corner he’s never had before. All his life he had been terrified of doctors from such negative experiences. They kept pushing for surgery when Peter didn’t want any at all. But Stephen pushed back, fighting against cosmetic surgery that in the long run would only make his baby more miserable.

“Mr. Strange, i’m sure you and your partner would be a lot more happy if he went through with the surgery.”

“Does he medically need it?”

“Well- no but-“

“No, you don’t get to speak! Then he’s not getting it! You cannot dictate what he would enjoy more. And don’t you dare talk like I have any control over his body and decisions. If he suddenly decides that he wants it then I support him. But he doesn’t. He loves his body just like I do. I suggest you write your letter of resignation before you’re fired. And its Doctor Strange.”

Growing up every doctors appointment gave Peter such anxiety. The nurses and doctors would tell him he would be so much more better off if he got surgery. They never would truly give him a clean bill of health or tell him frankly if anything was wrong, instead giving him the run around. Eventually he stopped going completely.

Stephen understood why but wanted his baby happy. Of course he gets his most trusted medical companion to do a full checkup, Christine. She is the one to finally give Peter a full clean bill of health.

“Alright Peter, its all looking fantastic!”

“Y-yeah…?”

“Of course! I’ve never seen anything so well cared for. I’m glad Stephen brought you in so we could make sure.”

“And i’m glad I took him in. Thank you so much, Christine. This means the world to him.”

“No problem. Just keep coming in for annual check ups and immediately if anything changes.”

“O-o-of course…! T-thank you I just- I needed to hear that so badly…!”

He breaks down in relief. In celebration Stephen thoroughly explores Peter that night💕 and now that Peter knows he’s healthy his libido is 10x what it was before. Stephen can barely keep up but he’s never been happier!

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But eventually Peter does need a medical procedure. During his new annual checkups they find a cyst on one of his ovaries. He’s terrified to actually get the surgery done since he worries they’ll do more than medically necessary to him.

Stephen reassures him and is there holding his hand during the entire procedure, helping instruct the surgeons through it. At first he insisted on being the one to do it but soon realized he would never even be able to make the first incision. Just completely unable to hurt his baby in any possible way.

When Peter wakes up he has an extremely hard recovery to deal with but is excited to hear that it all went well. Stephen kisses him and finally breaks the bad news: no sex for a while. Peter being the drama queen he is, pouts during the entire recovery😂😂

“Just a little..”

“Peter-“

“No-no! Nothing crazy just like…. Your mouth.”

“Pete come on, i’m going crazy too you know.”

“I know! I know! Just- like… a little. Maybe a finger or two.”

“Peter intersex doesn’t mean you need to have sex all the time.”

“Not funny! I need you! Just like I need oxygen!!”

“……..”

“I can’t breathe! The world is ending! Its all going black!”

“Fiiiine. Only a little. Only my mouth.”

“YES!”

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Hope you liked it~ i’ll probs do a part three if this one goes over well too!! Let me know if you want tagged in the next one!

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salazarslytherin · 3 years

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dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

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summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

word count: 1.5k

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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adonis-koo · 3 years

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tease

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word Count: 8k

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“Are you having fun my sweet baby?” Jungkook leaned down whispering in your ear making a giggle escape you, looking up at him from your coloring sheet as you clapped your hands, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook had been trying his best to not disturb you, knowing that little space was still something very foreign to you and you struggled with letting yourself slip on many days though things were slowly getting better,

Jungkook would be there with you each step of the journey but he was glad for not just Yugyeom, but Hyerin as well who was more than comfortable with it and showing you that, it was okay, your mind, was just trying to help you cope and deal with stress in a way that wouldn’t be damaging.

Jungkook loved it, he loved seeing that bright smile that hadn’t been on your lips lately, and he loved knowing that you were enjoying yourself and your little friend.

Both you and Hyerin had been coloring at the TV, watching cartoons, eating snacks and drinking juice. Hyerin had even let you use one of her sippy cups! “Koo!” You whispered out looking up at him with sparkling shy eyes, your arms wrapping around him as you squeezed tight, flutters of shy giggles escaping you.

Jungkook’s smile was affectionate and fond as he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “Baby.” He cooed out, softly pressing another kiss on your face as he smiled, “I’ll let you get back to coloring, I just wanted to check in on you.” You whined a little but let him go before plopping back down with Hyerin who had been helping you with your coloring sheet. You began coloring with your pink crayon once more as Jungkook’s smile was fond before he reluctantly backed away back to the table where Yugyeom sat, “Thanks by the way, for letting us come over. She’s been...a little shy with the whole little space thing.”

‘It’s a process for everyone,” Yugyeom offered a small smile, leaned back in his seat as he shrugged, “I’ve heard all different kinds of reactions to girls finding out they’re little and hers is fairly common. It doesn’t seem like she slips often…?”

Jungkook rubbed his neck as he sighed, “It’s been getting better, when she first discovered it she was really reserved, but the longer we’re together, I think she’s getting more comfortable. I’m just confused because I can't tell if the only time she really slips is if she has to be in extremely stressful situations or if she’s just self conscious. She did mention to me the whole ‘daddy’ thing tends to make her uncomfortable, but she has no problems using it as a title in bed. Not that I mind, but even with that problem eliminated...” Jungkook hummed, tapping his chin before he shrugged a little, “It still seems like she holds back.”

“It could be both, but if she’s slipping more then before after you talked with her about it, I’d be willing to bet she’s just a little shy about it,” Yugyeom offered, humming as he tapped his chin, “I’d suggest asking around the dungeon but things are kind of intense over there right now...” His words lingered a little, making Jungkook frown as he looked at his friend, leaning back in his seat as he said nothing, making Yugyeom sigh, “Listen...you didn’t hear it from me but...Personally? I think the dungeon is involved in something illegal.”

“Illegal how?” Jungkook looked a little wary as he asked somewhat hesitantly, the last thing he needed was to get involved in even more intense affairs then he already was, but...what were the chances of them possibly being connected?

“I don’t know,” Yugyeom looked away, somewhat hesitant himself to part with the information, “Like...girls keep disappearing. Not regulars but a lot of people who are new, first timers, etc. And some I get,” Yugyeom held up his hands, “It’s just not always the type of thing for one time goers, but…” He rubbed his neck, “Between us? I saw a girl there one night and not two days later they had missing posters for her...I don’t know, maybe it’s coincidental. Mark said to not think too much about it.”

Jungkook said nothing for a moment, it could be coincidental sure but....”What do you think? You’re the one that’s gotten involved in stuff like this.” Jungkook sighed, heaving his shoulders at Yugyeom’s words, he didn’t know what to think. It was difficult to distinguish what his thoughts were and what his paranoia was.

“I think....” Jungkook’s thoughts lingered back to Cherry Bomb, “You have the right to be careful, I mean, look at what happened at Cherry Bomb…” His gaze was mixed between stoic and mournful as his gaze dragged to you, your hands clapping before wrapping them around Hyerin as you grabbed her penguin stuffie and making it talk, “I’m not saying there isn’t anything illegal going on or if there is at the dungeon. I’m not there enough anymore to really have a say so, and honestly?” He offered a weak smile, “I already have my hands full as it is with the investigation going on at work.”

“Strange things are happening lately,” Yugyeom puffing a breath, stretching out as he yawned, “I’m just gonna sit back and keep us here for now. Besides, Hyerin doesn’t seem too put out about it.” His lips curled into a smile as he gestured over to you both, “Sweetheart,” Hyerin jumped up, her eyes undeniably low and rubbed her eyes as she hurried over, “What time do you think is coming up?”

Hyerin’s lips immediately quivered as she shook her head, “No…! No sleepy time! Not yet!” She laid her head in his lap with a pout, not wanting to go to bed yet despite her eyes slowly falling shut in tiredness. Yugyeom offered a small smile, “Yes sleepy time, it’s getting late. You need to let them go home baby. I’m sure Y/n wants to sleep too.”

Jungkook’s eyes fondly rested on your figure which curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, you were yawning and rubbing your eyes as you laid your head down on the pillow, “Sorry Hyerin,” Jungkook offered a small smile at her whine, “But he’s right. It’s getting late and we have lots to do in the morning. Thanks for letting us come by, I think...it was good for her. You know...with everything going on.”

Yugyeom nodded, offering a smile as his hands ran through Hyerin’s hair who was sulking as she laid her head back in his lap, “Any time. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you both to play together soon baby.”

Jungkook got up from the chair he sat in, walking over before he peered over your figure, your thumb between your lips and your eyes heavy, “Baby, it’s time to go.” You shook your head with a whine as you sprawled out further on the couch showing your comfort making Jungkook chuckle, “Nu-uh baby, we need to go. Hyerin is getting ready for bed time. And so are you for that matter.”

“No Koo!” You whined, pulling the blanket over your head despite your eyes protesting staying open as a yawn escaped you, “Don’t wan’ go yet…!” You whined at hands being placed on you and wiggling the blanket off of you before picking you up. Your lips trembled and sulked but said nothing more as your cheek pressed against his shoulder, his hands wrapping around your bottom to keep you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“She’s getting cranky, we’ll see you later.” Jungkook chuckled at your sulkiness as he waved off Yugyeom and Hyerin who looked like she had already fell asleep, managing to open the door Jungkook walked out to the car before placing you into the passenger side, your lips pouty and plush despite your tired eyes.

Sitting in the driver's seat Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, pulling the hoodie over his head before handing it to you, “You look cold baby, put it on, we’ll be home soon okay?” You wiggled in your seat a little, still pouty but compliant as you pulled his hoodie on, snuggling down into your seat as you yawned again.

The drive was soothing as rain began to gently patter against the windshield, pulling the hoodie on as the distinct smell of cologne took over your senses and it was difficult to not let your eyes gently fall asleep.

Jungkook was lost in his thoughts the whole drive home before he looked over, a tender smile on his face as his brows furrowed a little, carefully caring for you inside the apartment. He wanted to do something for you, anything to see you happy and smiling again. Laying you down he covered you up before laying beside you, his eyes memorising every curve and texture on your face.

Anything for you to be happy, he knew you were putting on a brave face, taking the punches as best you could, but you were struggling, between what was happening at work, between you both and of course, giving up your own home. It wasn’t easy, Jungkook, more than anything wanted you to at least recognize that doing this wasn’t easy. He wished he didn’t have to ask you to do this.

But your safety was his number one priority...Jungkook frowned a little before setting it in his mind, yeah...he did want to do something to help you settle in. Finally a small smile appeared on his lips as he pulled you close, letting your body curl into his as he pressed his lips against your hair. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“It feels....weird tonight,” Your gaze flickered around, you and Jungkook had said you’d come in early to help prep things for tonight as it was the first night of SSU and lots of drinks would be served, tables would be full...or at least thats how it was in past years...you know...before a murder took place here, “Is anyone even gonna show up?”

“A small crowd is better than no crowd,” Jungkook shrugged, “Some people will, you’d be surprised. It is a strip club afterall.” You supposed he was right but...still...you just felt like, it was hard to pretend like things were normal when things were so tense, a lot of workers had ended up quitting and the few who stayed had been particularly quiet coming in and Jungkook had tried his best to ignore all the stares everyone had sent his way.

You felt bad for him in a way, Jungkook came to Seoul to have a new life, yet here he was all these years later getting dragged back down the path he tried his best to escape.

“What about you,” Jungkook perked up a little as he spoke, a grin on his face as he set the table chair down as you tilted your head, “For tonight babygirl? It's the first night of SSU. How do you feel? Nervous?”

Your smile was a little shy and appreciative at his support, he was clearly trying to lighten the mood a little bit and you were glad he was, “Well, I am a little nervous,” You pulled a chair from the table as you set it down, “But no more than I am any other night that I dance. I mean I already danced at Seasonella so this is pretty....mild in comparison.” You offered a weak smile, remembering the raunchy routine you did and not only that, but looking directly at Jungkook while you were at it, “Honestly, I’ll just be glad when we can breath.”

Finishing up at the table you backed up a little as you looked over the table with a nod, Jungkook only wrapped an arm around you as he pressed a kiss against your head, “You’ll do great tonight, you might as well be a soloist already.” You couldn’t stop your giddy smile at his affection and encouragement. More than anything, you just wanted this week to go without a hitch.

“Anything else you need us to do guys?” You called over to the bar where Yoongi and Taehyung were setting up for a night of overload drinks. You were still skeptical if it was really going to be crowded tonight, but it was like Jungkook said, a crowd was a crowd. Not to mention they were doing half off drinks tonight as well to try and entice more unsuspecting people to come.

“We’re all set here, good luck tonight Y/n!” Taehyung gave you a nod as you weakly smiled, you were hardly even concerned about the competition honestly, given everything that had even happened.

You nodded as you bounced a little, “Okay then I’m gonna head back and go get ready for the night, I know you aren’t supposed to be working tonight so…” You trailed off a little, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook smiled, snorting a little.

“What am I supposed to do, go?”

“No!”

“Then what’s with that look?” Jungkook laughed out, leaning down as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, “Me and the others are hanging out tonight and are here for extra help behind stage, so you’ll see me in and out of the back helping things go smooth. It gets a little hectic for all the stage workers around this time of the year.”

You breathed out a little relieved to hear he’d still be staying, leaning up a little you pecked a kiss on his lips that he let linger for a moment before breaking, “Alright, go get ready baby. I’ll be watching for you.” SSU was a competition and you had been to many dance competitions in your day. In some ways, it was hardly any different, skimpy outfits, questionable dancing, it was all just taken to an adult level.

The nerves however, were always the worst when it came to things like this, you made your way to the back where the staffing rooms were and towards the open vanity where all fillers got ready. You expected nothing less when you caught a few people staring at you and a few whispers. Who would’ve thought being associated with Jungkook would eventually be a bad thing.

Granted they used to whisper, just for different reasons. You had learned to tune most of it out but you still felt a lingering shred of doubt in you, they had an actual good reason to stare. After all, there was a dead body in your boyfriend's vanity room. Putting in your earbuds you found some music to distract yourself from your intrusive thoughts as you began on your makeup.

You still had another forty five minutes before Cherry opened and the night would begin.

This next week wasn’t a regular work week, all soloist’s got the week off because all fillers would be given the chance to perform, as a soloist. This was an exciting and nervous moment for most but given you had already been put in as a temporary soloist and been to Seasonella at that, there wasn’t much else for you to experience.

For once, you didn’t feel pressured or scared. You could do this, you just needed to get through this week. You focused on different colors and swirling your brush in pigments before blending them out over your skin, concealer to sharpen lines and give a clean cut. You’ve become much better with makeup since starting here.

And winged eyeliner was considered an easy thing to do within five minutes, even that sticky lash glue you had always given up on had become second nature to you and you spared no expense with glitter, contour and everything else under the sun. In fact, this had become one of your favorite parts of the job, just you, the mirror, music and a brush in hand. Time was consumed and what felt like minutes had turned into an hour and the competition had already started and just like Jungkook said he had made an appearance in the room, a headset on that he was talking through with other crew members as he gathered girls to get lined up at backstage.

It was comforting knowing him and all the others were here, even if they wouldn’t be performing tonight.

Pulling out your headphones you turned off your music before standing up, you’d be on stage soon and you’d need to get into costume. You were already dressed in your lingerie you planned to wear, it was your outer costume that was always a pain, especially when it was so warm in sweats and a comfy shirt, pulling off your clothes you began getting dressed in costume.

You were excited, you and Jungkook worked on this dance together and you were admittedly proud of it, especially given how quick you both had come up with it. Finishing up getting changed you sat back down in your seat, a smile slowly creeping on your face as you noticed how buzzing the chat was.

You shook your head, feeling your nerves a little soothed as you noticed the door opened again Jungkook’s eyes searching the room before a smile tugged on his lips as he gestured you over, standing up you set your phone in your duffel bag before grabbing your shoes and walking over with them in hand, “You’re on in ten babygirl, so we’re gonna get you lined up backstage. Feeling good?”

You walked beside him as you offered a small smile, Jungkook had pushed a part of his headphones off his ear to listen to you as you shook your head, “I’m feeling good!” You nodded, “Some nerves but that’s pretty normal for performances. I’ll be glad once I finish so I can eat, I didn’t want to be bloated on stage so I skipped dinner.”

Jungkook’s lips parted as he suddenly whipped around to stare at you in disbelief as you gave him a guilty smile, “Baby! You said you weren’t hungry! That’s not gonna do at all! We’ll all go out for drinks and something to eat afterwards. After the competition finishes at 10 we can go.”

“Are they closing early tonight?” Cherry? Done at 10? In what world was that possible? You raised a brow in semi amusement making Jungkook laugh a little.

“No, it’s gonna be lowkey afterwards, not a lot of people stay behind but there’s a few that want a few dollars. They do close at two though, I know, sucks that we aren’t working normally.” He wrapped an arm around you giving you a squeeze as you nudged close. Jungkook paused his words, suddenly pulling his headphone back over as he spoke into his mic, “Yeah? Not shocked, alright I’ll go help in room 3.”

Pulling off his headphones he offered a small smile, “There’s a meltdown fight over in one of the smaller vanity rooms, I gotta go do some damage control. Knock em dead baby.” He pressed a kiss on your head as you pouted a little, “Don’t give me that look! I’ll be back in time to watch, just you wait.”

“You should consider getting into more behind the scenes work.” You commented as he walked away, turning around briefly with that bunny smile of his.

“Why else do you think I’m going into videography?”

You shook your head, setting your shoes down as you lined behind a few other girls who were all waiting, you peered a little only to see that there was a large crowd out tonight. Your nose wrinkled a little, “You’d think it’d be a small crowd tonight.” The girl in front of you whispered as you offered a weak nod in agreement, “More money for us at least.” She offered a small smile of her own in encouragement.

She was right but you weren’t concerned with money, you just hoped the crowd was...just a crowd and nothing lurked in it’s midst. You had been telling yourself it was just paranoia but...it was difficult.

Maybe you should consider therapy.

You blinked at the sudden thought before shaking your head. Focus. The line went by fast and admittedly the night had been going just as fast as well. Solo’s never took long and it was typically group pieces that took up a lot of the night. No wonder they’d be closing early today. Eventually you were next up in line as you looked out from the side of the stage, hidden from the crowd. Who would’ve thought tits and half off drinks would get people back after a murder happened here.

People really were shallow creatures.

Setting your shoes down you stepped into them, immediately growing a good six inches as you bounced a little to get comfortable in them as you inhaled as the lights went out, the poles had been lit with LED’s toward giving you a good marker to walk towards, especially with you laying on the floor. Finding the pole you got down, laying on your back as you let your feet lay against the pole. Closing your eyes you took a breath as you waited a moment.

Your breath catching as the bright lights met your closed lids, the music started as you did just as you had choreographed with Jungkook, your back arching up before pressing it back to the floor, your leg slowly pulling to your chest before shooting back up the pole.

Your arms circing up above your head as you let your feet take little steps in the air before pulling to the left and lowering them as you pulled up. The crowd was large and your mind was raddled as you grabbed onto the pole to pull yourself up.

Swiveling around you let yourself drop down as you flashed a flirty smile at the sounds of cheers and whistles on beat, before you stood up, pulling the jacket off and tossing it aside, you could already see a few dollars floating as you grabbed back onto the pole, pulling yourself up. Admittedly the spinning still made you sick occasionally but you had done enough pole routines that you had gotten better with it.

This was one of your favorite songs even if it was EDM and Jungkook was skeptical, he had wanted you to try to do something a little more sensual but you told him you were positive you could pull it, on beat you fan kicked out before spinning around once more as you heard more cheers as you set your feet back on the floor.

Giving a teasing smile as you began to pop the button on your shorts as you leaned back against the pole before turning to face it. Jungkook said it was a bit dancy but you wanted to have fun for SSU and so with respect he let you do as you chose. Grabbing onto the pole you pulled yourself up, transitioning through various poses while spinning around.

The routine was going flawlessly and you found yourself having genuine fun. And in these moments, it felt like, you found yourself. Dropping down to the ground, you pulled your shirt off hearing more cheers as you rocked yourself to the ground, doing a backwards roll before controlling your way down before flipping onto your back as you began to wiggle off your shorts.

Another favorite part you had come up with that had Jungkook laughing when you asked, managing to get one foot out you kicked your other leg up causing the denim to fly out into the crowd.

Enjoying the blue lights that cascaded down and money fluttering in the air as you sat up, walking with dragging feet as you grabbed back onto the pole, your favorite part coming up as you pulled yourself up. Slowly spinning as you managed to wrap your legs around the pole as you went upside down. You were admittedly nervous about this, going with your hands would be difficult with little skin contact despite Jungkook’s suggestion of fishnets to try and avoid a possible slip.

Pulling the bows of lace out from your bodysuit mesh fluttered down as the lights went low causing your body to become a silhouette as you heard whistles and howls as your hands dragged up your body. Carefully grabbed in a reverse grip as you let your legs extend into a straddle before letting your feet find the ground, pulling the straps down on your body suit as you heard the crowd getting restless.

Closing your eyes as you gave a cheeky smile, pushing the bodysuit as you slid down the pole to your knees, folding out before rolling to your back as your legs extended into a straddle, before getting up to your knees as you parted them, finishing pulling off the body suit to show off the glittering rhinestone thong you’d never wear on any other occasion.

Standing up you let the material drop as you sashed back to the pole, dodging bills at your feet to not slip as you swiveled around the pole once more, finishing your routine strong as you ended in your original position.

Breathing out, you pulled off your shoes as two other people came onto the stage picking up money for you to get you off as quickly as possible and the next person on as you quickly grabbed your discarded clothes, grabbing what money you could as you bowed to them quickly before hurrying off stage. The other girls lined up congratulated you as you bowed, wishing them all good luck with a smile before making your way back to the vanity room.

You could hear the distant thrum of bass as you opened the door to the room, breathing in as you let your shoulders relax in relief, “How’d it go?” You looked over, surprised to see Chan Hee ask you a question, she was working on her eyeliner. Sitting in your seat a little ways away from her you grabbed the sports bra from your bag.

“Better than I thought, it felt...natural.” You offered a small smile, pulling the sports bra on as you adjusted the lower band, “Are you nervous?”

Chan Hee leaned back in her seat, a letter in her hands as she hummed, “No…I have nothing to be nervous over...Just... evaluating my options.” You tilted your head in curiosity, holding the crop top in your lap as you watched her in curiosity. The door however opened, Sejin must’ve been working backstage tonight as well as he flagged Chan Hee who stood up, tossing the letter down in her seat as she waved you off.

That was interesting, you shrugged to yourself as you pulled the crop top over your head, it was fitted to your body and snug as you pulled the high waisted jeans up and thigh high boots to match before grabbing an oversized flannel that might have been Jungkook’s. It was his fault he dumped his laundry into your basket…

Unless he did that on purpose...You glared down at the flannel before shaking your head, serves him right if he was too lazy to do his own laundry. You pulled it over your shoulders before grabbing your phone, making your way out of the staffing area feeling like this was luxury to get off work so early. It was crowded tonight and admittedly, you hadn’t seen it this packed since before Seasonella. Squeezing through the crowd you found the table everyone was sitting at as you felt shy walking over upon everyone's cheers in congratulations.

Jungkook had that proud look on his face as he scooped you into his arms in a tight hug, “You did so good up there babygirl!” he praised relentlessly as he pressed little kisses against your head as you giggled, embracing his warmth as you wrapped your arms around him, “There’s no way you aren’t leading this competition. I just know it.”

He kissed your nose making your smile become more shy as he sat you down next to him at the large table you and him had pushed together specifically for the group to sit at, “That was so amazing babe! The lighting, the music, the costume, just ugh!” Rosé gushed with a pout, “You’re totally a dance major, shame on you for trying to make her hide that!” She pointed an accusing finger at Jungkook.

He raised his brows laughing a little as he rubbed his back, “Yeah, yeah blame it on me. I just wanted to make sure everyone knows how sexy my girl is okay? Guess that little major of yours does help huh?” He whispered in your ear, making you shove him bashfully. You were extremely happy at all the compliments you were receiving because...well truthfully it was your first performance you had felt so comfortable with. Maybe because it was being able to incorporate more of your own style of dancing into it. It was fun and you were proud of it.

“Let’s not jinx anything yet! Not everyone has performed.” You looked out over the stage where another girl was dancing, she had gotten a few dollars here and there and a few whistles. But the atmosphere definitely wasn’t the same.

“Pfft, do we even need to watch anyone else perform?” Seokjin stretched out obviously being cocky for you, “You gave a whole show compared to them.” He waved a hand making your lips part at how dismissive he was. How did Rose even survive being trained by him?

“He’s not wrong,” Jimin chimed in, tipping his drink to you, “I mean, you probably made like seven hundred if they tossed twenties up there. Did you get a chance to see what they dropped?” You shook your head, you hadn’t been paying attention outside of trying not to slip on anything.

The stage went black drawing your attention and when it lit up Chan Hee was on, she was just as amazing as always, she had that grit and sexual appeal to carry her anywhere and you were positive she had made just as much if not more than you. And admittedly you enjoy watching her, she had chosen a track off Burlesque which was a great pick in your opinion.

After her performance Seokjin had declared your only competition was done and now he was in the mood for drinks making everyone laugh as you rolled your eyes lightly, going to get your stuff before everyone waved off Yoongi and Taehyung.

Yoongi’s gaze held yours a little longer than everyone else as you thought back to his words, ‘You should pack your bags and go stay with your parents a few weeks until this is all settled.’ You shook your head, not wanting to think about it any longer, how ridiculous, you wrapped yourself against Jungkook whose arm was wrapped around your shoulders as you all exited Cherry Bomb and made your way down to the lounge bar just not too far up the road.

The evening had been fun and it was the first time you had enjoyed yourself, in quite awhile. Everything felt...right. Like it was meant to be, leaned up against Jungkook with his arm around you, laughing amongst all your friends as everyone variously took turns talking about when they first became soloist’s and some of the mishaps they had, “You should’ve seen Hoseok!” Seokjin gagged out with that loud laugh of his, the type he had that he never used when he was on the floor, but genuine, “Him and Jimin had this stupid bet of who could get paid the most. Mind you, Jimin was still a trainee at the time!”

Rosé was smiling but shaking her head in dismay as she rolled her eyes, while Seokjin continued, “They both kept taking shots and by the time Hoseok got on stage,” He could hardly contain his laugh in turn making you giggle along with everyone else, “He finished the dance, but he ended up throwing up all over the girl he lap danced.” Seokjin wheezed out as everyone began laughing along, you could only imagine the havoc that caused.

Hoseok sighed, somewhat proud of the memory as he spoke, “I don’t have a single memory of that night.” For some reason that only made it all the more funny to you. It was hard to believe some of these things happened but then again...It was just so fitting.

“Sejin suspended me from work for three days.” Hoseok had a cheshire like smile as he shrugged, “But hey, maybe I did it on purpose. Twice before.” Your nose wrinkled, you had seen Hoseok tipsy a handful of times, the idea of him being full on drunk? You could see it, you didn’t want to, but you could.

“Ah don’t get me started on him, if we wanna talk about work suspension.” Namjoon pointed an accusing at Jungkook, making you straighten a little to look at him also, he only stayed quiet, a guilty smile creeping onto his lips, looking just as comfortable as before, “How many times did Sejin find you in the bathroom fucking a client when you were a trainee- or better yet, another worker?”

You immediately perked up, twisting fully to face Jungkook who had that dopey boyish grin on his face at the sight of your expression, just asking for him to give away details. “...Too many to count. My favorite was probably when I had three girls in the bathroom, two had come to the club together and one by themselves. Turned out they were all friends and they had gotten into an argument. I’m talking, they were ripping out chunks of hair, cat scratches, the whole nine yard.”

You couldn’t keep the glare on your face as you began to laugh, shaking your head as Jungkook continued, animatedly, “No really! I was so shocked at the bloodshed that I was just sitting there with my dick out looking like an unwanted sausage party.” And once again the table was filled with laughter as Jungkook grinned, “See that was okay, he didn’t care! But finding some girls strap, that she fucking threw at me!? In the morning after work, suspended for three days. Sejin is a weak bitch.”

“He had a suction mark on his forehead for four hours afterwards,” Rosé threw her head back at the memory as she smacked her thigh as Jungkook closed his eyes exasperated but his smile remained, “She hit her mark, didn’t she?”

“I thought I saw Jesus for a moment when she threw it like a ninja star after I said I wasn’t into pegging.” Jungkook laughed lightly, running a hand through his hair as he watched, that look of happiness on his face you loved looking at.

And for a brief moment, you realized that your days would start looking a lot like this permanently. Jungkook, just being himself and happy. You wanted to see him like this all the time from now on. Or at least, you could only hope. And if there was one thing you loved, it was to see him enjoying himself, he deserved it above anyone else, to have a moment to relax and not be so worried about the future.

You both were struggling, relationship wise, with the future, hell even the present sometimes. You liked having a break from it all, even if it was for a few hours at a time. Especially when it reminded you of why you fell in love with Jungkook in the first place. Getting to know him, you’d doubt he’d agree, but you saw him as a beacon of light and charm.

Jungkook was like the sun, he knew all the right things to say in a group setting, he was the person everyone wanted to have at a get together, he knew how to keep the mood going and could always make everyone laugh.

You used to be envious of him for that, but now? All you felt was admiration and love flow through your veins. Even if he was talking about past hook ups and dumb things like this, “You keep staring baby.” Jungkook whispered, making you notice the conversation had shifted from him to Jimin talking about one of Rosé’s incidents on stage.

“And?” You replied back with a whisper making a smile curve on his lips, his forehead setting on yours making you leer a little, but not backing away as his nose bumped against yours.

“And it makes you look angry,” Jungkook jutted his lips into a coaxing pout, his hands grabbing your cheeks as he squeezed them causing a noise of objection from you, “And you know I don’t like it when my baby is mad at me.”

You pushed his hands away with a bashful smile, not saying anything else and instead just curling back against him, resting on your head against his shoulder as you looked up at him with a whisper, “I don’t look angry!”

“You did for a moment!” Jungkook argued back playfully, leaning down a little as he whispered in your ear, “Is it because I was talking about other girls?” You backed against him with a smack making him grunt a little, “So it was?”

“Shut up!” You whined, collapsing against him as he wrapped both of his arms around you, kissing your head, “I wasn’t angry, I just thought it was funny.” Truthfully, you weren’t mad, because why would you be? Hook-ups were one time thing and you knew Jungkook had a lot of funny stories pertaining to them.

You weren’t really sure what Jungkook was going on about, unless…? He was just worried you would be, the thought made you smile, looking up at him you whispered, “Stop worrying! It’s fine.” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek, looking a little flustered at your words but said nothing more.

You nudged against his shoulder a little before making yourself comfortable as you turned back into the conversation going on, Rosé was curled up in embarrassment as all the others were howling in laughter, “So she leans up into this girl’s ear, too much to drink and she keeps calling me a het because I’m a man and I wouldn’t understand, says to this girl,” Jimin mimicked her obvious drunken movement at the time, “Do you like scissors? Because I know where we could go to get some.”

Seokjin in particular was wheezing, probably all too familiar with this sight as he fell back in his seat, laughter escaping you as well because despite Rosé’s enjoyment of champagne you had never actually seen her so wasted before.

“She was cute!” Rosé whined in justification as everyone laughed at her expense, “To be fair, she did say she was straight afterwards, even consoled me in the bathroom when I started crying. I was right though, women remain superior. No matter how much I love you all.” She pouted a little as she pointed at all the men at the table, “Except for you, kisses for you babe!” She giggled as you fumbled a little, her finger pointing towards you.

“Nope, no kisses allowed.” Jungkook replied, arms squeezing tighter around you making a noisy whine escape you as you tried to pry out of his strong grip, “It shouldn’t take you this long to find a girlfriend. So where’s she at?”

Rosé put a hand on her chest in mocking hurt, “I’m a stripper, of course I don’t have a girlfriend! I profit off men sexualizing me.” She collapsed in her seat with a pout, “What girl is going to come into Cherry Bomb looking at me as wife material instead of something her boyfriend is trying to cheat on her with!”

“A lesbian?” You replied, your brows quirked a little as you offered a weak smile in compensation at her whine, “It’s more likely than you’d think! Besides...you don’t seem too sad to be living the bachelorette life.”

“I’m hurt Y/n!” Rosé cried out making everyone snicker at her theatrics, waving her arms animatedly as she replied, “You’re right, I’ll just die alone...by myself...with no soft butch to hold me tight…” Her words were a little loud making you curl up as you covered your face due to the attention she was attracting.

Some people looked at her strangely but it was clear Rosé and nobody else cared, “Bullshit! You have girls left and right,” Hoseok called out, pointing an accusing finger at her as her brows shot up, speechless making you wheeze along with Jungkook and the others, “Yeah that’s right, you’re a hoe Rosé, you probably have more girls in and out of your bed then all of us combined.”

Rose’s lips quivered and opened and closed, not expecting to be called out before she looked at Jungkook who immediately held up his hands, “Don’t look at me, I have a ball and chain now!” You sharply looked up at him, that boyish smile appearing on his face as he kissed your nose, “My ball and chain.”

“That is not romantic!” You cried out as Jungkook only kissed your cheek as he leaned back away from you as you pouted quickly following suit to lean back against him because it was admittedly drafty in here and leave it to Jungkook to be a living heat radiator, he chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms back around you, making himself comfortable again, “Hoseok’s right, you’re the main whore of the chat now, congrats.”

“W-what about Jimin!” Rosé cried out, pointing a finger at Jimin who only snickered, “He literally just texted us four days ago he was into scat play for four hundred, how is that not whore behavior!?”

“Because baby, I don’t sleep with four different girls in three days. That’s top tier hoe behavior,” Jimin flicked his fingers at Rosé who sulked, “That was one time.” She mumbled with a sulk as she crossed her arms making you smile as you shook your head, “You know we used to compete for that title back when we first became fillers.” Rosé pointed at Jungkook who only smiled.

“And I won.”

“No the fuck you didn’t.” Rosé quickly replied back as they both stared at each other, “Who won.” She turned to Namjoon and Seokjin who both only exchanged looks.

“Jungkook, probably.” Rosé immediately groaned at Namjoon’s words as Jungkook only smiled once more, letting his chin rest on top of your head, “He was a whore, you might have slept with a lot of people but he was like a bitch in heat.”

“I wasn’t that bad…”

“In the morning, between dances, in the bathroom, after work, on days off.” Namjoon began listing scenarios off as he counted them off on his hands, “It’s like this man just discovered he had a functioning dick when he was twenty.”

“Okay! Okay! Shut up, I don’t want her to think I was a total whore!” Jungkook replied quickly, covering your ears making you wiggle as you grabbed his wrists, hearing him say something that was muffled making everyone laugh as you pried off his hands, “They’re just exaggerating baby.” He cooed out.

“You seem more offended by it then I do,” You laughed out as you turned to face him, that stupid smile on his face, not saying anything as he shrugged, “Which I don’t believe by the way. I’m sure it was even worse than what they’re saying.”

Jungkook’s lips parted in offense at your words as everyone howled out laughing, to be fair, it was the truth and it was Rosé’s turn to laugh in glee at Jungkook being left somewhat speechless and offended at your words despite knowing they were absolutely true, “Baby!” It was all Jungkook could say, making laughter spill from your lips, smiling in adoration as you wrapped yourself back against him.

You could at the very least, appreciate his somewhat reserved nature in wanting to talk about any sort of hook ups relating to the past, you didn’t care but you knew he was obviously not that comfortable talking about it. Especially with your relationship still being new. Everyone had enjoyed themselves the rest of the evening.

Laughter was shared as well as drinks in celebration of the first night of SSU and eventually everyone began to go home, you had finished waving off Rose and Jimin who were the last to leave as you yawned, curling up against Jungkook as you mumbled, “It was a nice night.”

Jungkook hummed as he looked down, a small smile on his face as he reached down, his fingers tracing your cheekbone as he spoke softly, “Mhm, you ready to go home baby?” Your lips lifted a little as you nodded.

Yawning Jungkook helped you up as he wrapped an arm around you, having already paid for your drinks and food. It was nearing twelve anyways and they’d be closing soon not to mention you were quite drowsy, it was always easier to keep yourself up and going at work. But after a few drinks and tummy full of food, you were ready to fall asleep.

The air was cool outside causing you to wrap your flannel around yourself more, there had been a temporary pause in the rain but you felt the occasional cool droplets on your skin, luckily it wasn’t too humid tonight.

Wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist you let out a small yawn as you leaned against him, walking down the sidewalk where Cherry Bomb was just up the road and Jungkook had parked the car in the back of the lot to the right. You jumped a little at the sound of a crash in the distance, it wasn’t terribly loud, just enough for a trashcan to be knocked over.

A little more awake you looked over your shoulder towards the empty alleyway, Jungkook paused a little following your line of sight, “What baby? See a stray?” You were a sucker for stray cats and it wouldn’t be the first time you made Jungkook find an adoption home late at night to take a cat too first thing in the morning.

You had even done it for a litter of stray puppies once when they were in a box in the alleyway right next to Cherry Bomb, sniffles, sneezes, watery eyes and all, you’d fight through any allergy if it meant your furry friends were safe. But what you heard...didn’t sound like a cat, you could feel a vague ugly feeling well in your stomach as you shook your head, “No, but it probably was something like that.” You didn’t have the interest in finding out. It was hard to believe, you used to not be afraid of walking by yourself at night. You edged a little closer to Jungkook as you both continued to walk, rain beginning to patter once more as you whined, wincing a little at the cool droplets pelting your hair.

“C’mon baby! Let’s hurry!” Jungkook laughed, letting go of you to grab your hand as he tugged you along, naturally your lips curled into a smile, your shoulders lifting a little at the cool rain drizzling once more as you, his bright smile reminding you once more that things were okay.

They were okay for one moment.

It was hard for you to comprehend what happened next, one moment you were hand in hand with Jungkook and the next your vision was blurry and rain was in your eyes, the feeling of being forced back and a cry escaping you at the sudden separation that forced you both apart. One moment you were upright the next your palms were throbbing in pain at being shoved to the ground, “Take them both and get them in the car.”

Your body was trembling in adrenaline as you looked up, rain splattering your skin as you cried out, “Jungkook!” He however, was busy, two men trying to wrestle him down onto the ground but he was far quicker and sharper than them both, a fistful of your hair was yanked and your face was shoved back against the asphalt as you cried out in pain, “You thought you could get away from me little girl?”

Was it rain or was it tears on your face? You squeezed your eyes shut as you sucked in a harsh sob at the pain aching in your scalp at the way you had been manhandled. Within seconds though the pain was suddenly relieved and you were hauled up and being jostled along, your thighs ached and burned and it was difficult to breathe.

Jungkook’s eyes were focused and his hair wet and stuck to his face and you could hear loud pounding footsteps catching up to you both, Jungkook had swerved you both quickly into an alleyway as you fumbled to keep up with his sharp decisive path. Knocking over trash cans and anything else you both could find as you both weaved through the narrow passings.

Your mind was so frazzled you could hardly think, hardly even breath, time felt as if it was extending further and further despite it only being seconds, minutes at most passing as you noted all of the debri must have slowed them down as no one was now tailing you both.

An opening had turned up in the alley way which had led straight to Cherry’s parking lot leading you to believe Jungkook must have been familiar with all the alleyways and led you both in a loop, rain was pouring down and you had only just realized how icy cold your skin was as Jungkook hurriedly ushering you into the car as he shut the passenger door before getting in himself. Your heart pounding out of your chest as Jungkook sped out of the parking lot.

You weren’t even sure how you were holding it together at the moment, what you did know was that not a single word was spoken between you both the entire ride home.

Note: :\ no thoughts just mc needing a real long hug after this

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Sophie did add Ben on Instagram! 🥰 yay!

And of course he didn’t recognise her! 😂 poor Sophie she would have been so confused!

Unless your planning a little one shot could we maybe get a Drabble on how all that worked out?

I noticed Anthony called Soph his fiancée so they’ve obvs got engaged really young too?

Please Molly! Ill send all the apple turnovers and rum and raisin ice cream!!

I can’t believe ASSD is over! I need more content!

Sorry if you’ve already answered this before but are we gonna get other stories like you did in BSCU?? Because I’m definitely stuck in that benophie bit that you wrote?

If not any head cannons for them to tie us over?

I think I'm done with ASSD for now if I'm honest. It was nice to explore a world for them where there was no drama and both of their families were happy and healthy but I am running a little short of inspiration for it. Maybe I'll get more in the future, but for now, it's done.

But let's check in with these guys seeing as I did leave their story in the epilogue

Thanks for the add! Do I know you?

Sophie stared down at the message a little in disbelief. Had the girl who'd wandered into the shop last week been pulling an oddly specific joke on her? It seemed odd given that she'd never seen the girl before, and she had seem to know about the boy who came in every morning.

Sophie had stared down at the piece of paper the girl, Katie, had left with Ben's handle on for at least twenty minutes before her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd slowly typed it into Instagram, waiting for it to load with her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling as she saw picture after picture there. Him with a gaggle of other kids who must be his siblings, given the similarities between them. An older boy always tagged as Bridger_toned, whose profile she clicked on to confirm that, yes, This was the brother who Katie seemed to be dating. Picture after picture of them cuddled up together very sweetly.

And She'd told herself that that was all she wanted. To confirm that these people were real, that this was a real person who had interacted with her. She'd shut her phone and ignored the way her stomach swooped.

Ben wandered in this morning like always, smiling when he handed her his bottle of juice and polo mints, handing over the money he had counted out perfectly. And Sophie had smiled back, waiting for him to leave like he always did, except this time he stared back at her... his brow furrowed.

"Do you ever... Um... Do you...? Um... Is there...?"

"Ben come the fuck on!" His brother yelled out from the door interrupting him.

"Sorry, Um, I have to go." He'd said just as awkwardly, and then she'd been left alone, with no fucking idea what had happened.

She'd sat down at lunch, with her headphones on, flicking through her phone, and somehow ended up back on Ben's instagram like she had every day for the past week. He'd seemed so nervous this morning, as he'd tried to get out a question and before she knew it she'd hit follow. All of her instincts telling her to take it back, but she hadn't, and by the end of the day she was staring down at the message.

Thanks for the add! Do I know you?

God she wanted to die of embarrassment. He'd probably been about to ask her if they were getting some magazine in sometime soon and now she'd humiliated herself. She closed her phone ignoring the message. And after an hour her phone had lit up with another notification.

I'm so fucking stupid! Katie just told me she gave you my handle. Shit, I didn't know your last name, and you look different with glasses on.

She'd laughed down at her phone, biting her lip, her fingers twitching to respond.

It's okay, I don't usually tell random customers my last name.

The response came back almost immediately, So I'm just a random customer?

They talked almost all night and when Benedict shuffled through the door he didn't even bother going to the fridge today, just walked right up to the counter, a nervous sort of smile on his face.

"Hey Sophie Beckett."

"Good morning Benedict Bridgerton."

He grinned at her and then took a deep breath, "Sophie do you maybe want to go out with me this weekend?"

And for the life of her she didn't know why, but she said "Okay."

#a slamming screen door #benophie #benedict x sophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #molly's asks and answers

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lebrookestore · 3 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Collab hosted by @heartyyjeno and @neojaems

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

Pairing: Qian Kun x reader

Themes: richkid au-ish, royalty au-ish, slight humour, ANGST, strangers to lovers, betrayal, suspense, drugs, murder, cruises, pride and prejudice

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, drugs, smoking, betrayal, drugging, making out, messed up stuff honestly

Wc: 17.1k

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem @vera-liscious @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @the-rooftop-fight @rueyins @kiri-ah @sly-merlin @alicanta77 @rouiyan @jae-dreamin @peachyyjaes @girlwithmightymuses-deactivated @jenoleemonade @radiorenjun

Summary: Many things can happen on a cruise ship, most of them are unexpected. Secrets are exposed, arrangements are brought to light and love can bloom- but when the secrets and arrangements clash, will the love survive? [loosely based on the Opera; Tristan and Isolde]

Playlist: here

Authors note: My first collab fic!!! I honestly really love how this turned out, and I hope you do too! Take this as a thank you for 400 as well, since I have literally nothing else planned rip. Thanks to Mina for letting me scream about this fic to her and feedback would be really appreciated! Without further ado, I present to you: Love Shot!

“Lady Y/n”, the woman greeted you, bowing respectfully. You smiled softly, touching her shoulder to indicate that it was alright. “Winter”, you said fondly, “You know I don’t care for formalities”, you reminded the girl, who nodded eagerly, and took your bags.

Sighing tiredly, you stood at the entrance, waiting for Winter to return and guide you to your room on the cruise ship, where you would be staying for the next three months. The air was crisp, more breathable than it was in the city. Crossing one hand over the other, standing up straight, you exude confidence and an air of authority, something everyone around you acknowledged and respected.

Your family was and would always be one of the most respected families in Japan. You had money, a name, and many many enemies. There was always someone on the prowl, ever ready to steal your family’s worth, to ruin its reputation. Your father had gotten the family estate when the wealth had been divided amongst him and his brothers, and that had only added up to your net worth. As the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, you had big shoes to fill, especially since you had no siblings.

You had had your fair share of bad publicity, and drama. Scandals always lazily floated around, and at this point, you welcomed them like an old friend. Added some spice into your otherwise very structured life.

A year ago, your father had died, leaving all the responsibilities to fall upon you. He had been found dead one morning in his bed, your mother shaking as she sat on the edge, looking on at her dead husband with a crazed look in her eyes. There were rumours and suspicions, but you decided to pay no heed to them.

And with all these new responsibilities, you made the news more times than you cared to count, and the way the media preyed on the tragedy, highlighting it, using it against you. Your mother was at her wit’s end, a broken shell of the commanding woman she was before. You heeded every request of hers, and fulfilled any wish, no matter how idiotic. Your life had changed, but at the same time, it hadn’t. You were still the same filthy rich girl from before.

Winter returned, a rosy hue on her cheeks as she greeted you once more. “This way Ma’am”, you grabbed her arm, glaring mockingly, “Y/n”, you asserted, “You’re never this formal Win, what happened?”

“It’s my job”, she said sheepishly, “And I’m a little out of it, please don’t pay any attention to it”

You wanted to prod her further but decided to respect her privacy, and silently followed her down the halls of the ship, studying your surroundings. It was clear the place was dripping with money, nothing you weren’t used to. With the gold plating and jewel-encrusted chandeliers, you felt more at home than on a vacation.

Well, it wasn’t really a vacation now, was it?

This was business, for your family. A set plan, rules and things you had to do. Even thought it was all arranged, you still had to look pretty and smile and be nice to him.

Stopping in front of a door, she fished out a pair of keys and inserted one of them into the keyhole, opening it and leading you into your room for the stay. It was one of the first-class cabins on the cruise, more spacious than the others. Bowing once again, Winter left you, promising to return to call you for dinner. Sitting down on your bed, you inspected the room, noting its features. It was all the same.

Deciding to get ready for the dinner, you unzipped one of your bags, picking through the garments you had brought along with you. You knew dinners were a big thing, especially if you were of your status, and today would be monumental, especially since you would be meeting someone, and that someone was very important. Finally choosing a silk dress, you slipped it on, retouching your makeup and checking your phone for any updates, you left your room making sure you had your keys with you. The hallways were pretty chilly, so you decided to turn back and get your pullover just in case.

Waiting patiently by your door for Winter, you checked your phone, reading over the message your mother sent you. A list of instructions, a code of conduct for the evening.

You had to impress them.

Once again, Winter showed up, still donning the rosy blush as she regarded you, and began leading you through the winding halls of the ship. She seemed to be very out of it, not completely focusing on the task at hand as she tripped over her own feet. You reached out, grabbing her arm and stabilizing the girl.

“I’m sorry”, she squeaked, “Forgive me”

“Be careful Winter”, you said, “And stop patronizing yourself, you’re never like this”

Flustered, she nodded a little too fast, “I’m sorry Y/n, just following orders”

“Whose orders?”, you asked incredulously. She rested her hand on the gold plated doorknob, turning to you.

“Your mother of course”, she said, before pushing the door open. Hushed whispers traveled across the room at your arrival, the room falling into silence.

Dinner was served.

Kun walked into the dining hall, his eyes dark and alight with amusement. He slipped his hands in his pockets, leisurely making his way to one of the tables. He observed the scene, taking note of the crowd. Jazz music played softly in the background, setting the mood. Clicking his tongue, he pulled out a chair taking a seat at the table he had chosen.

He wasn’t alone, there were two other men sitting there, and a woman. One was his brother, Chenle, who was six years younger than Kun. He looked intimidating for an eighteen-year-old, with a square-ish jaw and large eyes. They were set in a blank stare, as if he was used to this, and was tired of it. He regarded Kun with a nod, before going back to his food.

The other was his uncle, Akira, who was only ten years older than Kun himself, being the youngest brother from his mother’s side. He was dressed in an expensive suit, eyes covered with his dark sunglasses. He didn’t even acknowledge Kun, instead, he had his eyes trained on the door, presumably waiting for someone.

The woman was sitting next to Kun, his sister, Yuxi, younger than him by a year. She didn’t even spare a look at Kun, but he was used to it.

A server walked up to the table, handing Kun a menu, and bowing respectfully. He was wearing a white suit, in pristine condition, hair slicked back, shoes polished to the point of reflection. Kun studied the boy, who seemed a few years younger than him. His tag read ‘Heesung’, and he looked bored out of his mind.

“Heesung”, Kun said, “I’d like a glass of Dom Pérignon please”, he requested, to which Heesung nodded, taking note of it in his notepad. “I’ll come back with your drink and order”, he informed Kun as he left.

The doors opened, two women standing there. One was obviously the help of the other, dressed in a black and white uniform. She opened the door wider, exposing the other women to the crowd. She was obviously of some high status, the air around her seemed to hold some sort of authority. She walked down the stairs, her help close behind as she scanned the room to spot a table for herself.

You soon found the table you had been assigned to by your darling mother and walking towards it. You held your head a little higher, asserting a sort of silent dominance over them. Winter pulled out a seat for you, and you thanked her softly, turning to the man on your right.

“Akira, I suppose”, you said, lifting your hand up and shaking his hand. He smiled, “The lovely Y/n”, he said, “I presume your mother has told you about me”

He was handsome, you supposed, in an oldish way. You nodded, “Yes, she has”

“And I hope you are intrigued”, he suggested. You forced a smile, biting down the initial disgust at the older man. “Very much so”, you assured him, turning to the other two, “And you are”, you asked, desperate to avoid any further interaction with Akira.

“Yuxi”, the lady sitting next to Akira introduced herself, holding up a glass of some sort of drink, looking at the other two men.

“I’m Chenle”, the one on your left greeted, smiling slightly. You returned the gesture, looking at the other one expectantly.

“Kun”, he said, disinterest apparent in his tone. “A pleasure to meet you, Y/n”, he said coyly, leaning back in his chair and observed you. Nodding at his curt response, you waited in silence for the waiter to come and take your order. “So who are you?”, Kun asked, to which you blinked in surprise. “You mean you don’t know?”, you asked, not meaning to sound as vain as it came out. You were genuinely shocked at the fact he didn’t know who you were.

“Kun”, Akira warned, “I told you about the lovely Y/n”, he explained, “You know about the deal”

“Was I expected to know her?”, he asked, “To be fair, she's like every other woman here, just richer”

Your eyes widened at his blatant disrespect, as his lips upturned into a smirk, somewhat enjoying your obvious discomfort.

“Ahem”, Heesung interrupted, “Your order?”

Mildly put off, you asked for the meal you wanted, trying not to sink into your seat from embarrassment. If your mother was here, she would’ve given you an earful if you slouched.

Always hold yourself to a higher standard Y/n, she constantly reminded you, Head a little higher than the rest.

Ignore him darling”, Akira advised you. The nickname set a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Excuse me”, you said, “I’m not feeling well”, getting up, you called for Winter, asking her to get your food to your room.

You walked out gracefully, not missing the sly smile that Kun gave you.

Mornings were something you had always looked forward to. You woke up early on most days, while your mother was still asleep, to be alone with your thoughts. It was hard to think with your mother droning on about responsibilities, and things she wanted you to do for her. You had to mindlessly listen, and accomplish every task she set out for you. You were beyond thankful for Winter, who helped you, and single handedly kept you sane. She was your friend, more than a servant, which was why her sudden formality was confusing you.

While your mother wasn’t with you at the moment, you still decided to leave the confines of your bed, and explore the cruise in peace and quiet, perhaps get an early breakfast alone. You changed into acceptable clothing, casual instead of the finery you were used to and tired of, and headed out to the deck. The cool sea breeze was welcoming, making you feel refreshed. You sipped the tea in your hands, cupping the mug to provide some warmth to your fingers, as you leaned against the railing of the ship.

The floors were made of wood, giving it a rustic feel to it. It contrasted the marble interiors, giving it a simpler look. It was homely, more so than your own home. You smiled wantonly, the silence of the scene comforting.

You mother came to mind, as you remembered the deal, the entire reason why you were on this cruise, it wasn’t a happy vacation, on the contrary, it was a welcoming, an introduction to a new family, one you would soon be thrown into.

“You're alone”, a voice observed. You turned around to face the man from yesterday.

“Qian Kun”, you said politely, “It appears so”

You weren’t particularly angry at him for not knowing who you were, in fact, you would go as far as to say, you were relieved.

“Relax, I know who you are, I’m just teasing you”, he said, which destroyed all hopes of you being an unknown person. You raised an eyebrow in the question of his doings, to which he grinned, “Y/n Osaki”.

You nodded, looking down at your tea, not quite knowing what to say. You didn’t know Kun very well, but from the short encounters you had with him, he confused you. You studied him for a moment, trying to understand him. He seemed to be put together, content with himself, yet he took pleasure in trivial things, like getting a reaction out of you.

“Well, I don’t truly know you, other than the fact you’re this rich girl my uncle is interested in”, he quipped, standing at your side and looking out at the sea, not sparing you another glance.

“Uncle?”, you asked slightly horrified. Kun seemed to be around your age, so the thought of Akira being his uncle sounded very messed up, especially since your mother was also rooting for the older man.

Kun hummed in agreement, “he was ten when I was born”, he continued. You decided to ignore that fact, for now, focusing on the subtle dig he had thrown at you. “You’re rich too, or so it seems. Certainly, you’re wealthy if you can afford this cruise”

You hadn’t meant to sound vain or stuck up, but it was true. This wasn’t a cheap stay, especially since you knew they were staying on the first-class level of the ship just as you were. Your mother had told you almost everything about them.

He seemed amused, his dimples appearing as he smiled, “We’re comfortable”

You scoffed at the statement, deciding to take a sip of your tea instead of retorting. The conversation, if you could even call it that, fell into a silence. You tapped against the porcelain of the cup, looking blankly at the water.

He was attractive, dark hair splayed across his forehead, dark grey eyes, lips that seemed to upturn into a smirk easily. He had an easy going demeanor, with a touch of underlying darkness, you supposed. It piqued your interest, but you made sure not to show it.

“See you around Y/n”, he said, walking away, seemingly bored. You watched him disappear under the deck, and suddenly, you were all alone.

Alone with your thoughts.

“And school? How is that going?’, you asked, switching your phone to your other hand as you flipped the page of your book. Your brother bristled at the other end of the line, clearly not pleased with the turn of the conversation, “It’s fine”, he said, “Same old. Sungchan is still trying to woo that lower class girl”, he said this with a snicker, “It’s pathetic really.”

“Tsk”, you clicked your tongue, “Don’t belittle her, she’s smart”

“And not to our standard”, he replied, “Sungchan should know better”

“Shotaro”, you said in a warning tone, “Leave it alone, he’s probably just messing with her. You know how we do things”

“Of course, but it’s turning into an infatuation of sorts, he only talks of her! I’m tired of it”

“Maybe he’s in love”, you suggested, turning the next page. The line went silent, you didn’t worry too much as this gave you time to read a few paragraphs properly, instead of the skimming you had been doing. “And what is love Y/n, hmm?”

“Am I supposed to know?”, you bit back sarcastically. You could hear Shotaro scoff on the other side of the line, “You’re the one getting married, dear sister, and isn’t the eldest sibling supposed to teach the younger one?”

“I am not in love”, you said, “I do not need to teach you anything, pay attention in school instead”

“Love you too Y/n, goodbye”, he said flatly, deciding that if you were to talk of school, he was not going to have any part of it. You shook your head amusedly, placing your phone down and continuing to read. Shotaro was your brother, you were close to him, even with your constant bantering and seemingly formal conversation. It was just how the two of you had been brought up- in a very classy way. You had a reputation to uphold, and a family name to flaunt.

You shifted in your seat, hearing three knocks on the door. “Come in Winter”, you called out, and the girl walked in, holding a box that was wrapped in ribbon, a pretty bow sitting at the top. You placed your book aside, taking the box from her hands. “What is this for?” “Sir Akira sent it”, she explained, dusting down her generic uniform, “Hesaid he would like you to wear it tonight”

You raised an eyebrow at this, skeptical, but nodded. Winter made motion to leave, but you held her hand, “Sit”, you said with a smile, “Talk to me”

“Miss-”

“Y/n”, you reiterated, “Please Winter?”, she sighed at your request, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “You’re keeping your guard up, we grew up together, stop”, she sighed, “I know, I hate this too”

“Do you? This is my room, no one is watching here, now”, you moved over, patting your lap and she grinned, laying her head down on it. “Aren’t you going to open that?”

“Mmhh”, you hummed, pulling the ribbon, letting the cover loose as a pretty red fabric peeked through. You pulled out the dress, studying it.

“It’s pretty”, Winter observed, looking up at your skeptical face. “What happened?”

“I hate it”, you muttered, “It’s tasteful, sure, but I don’t want to wear it”, you folded it and placed it to the side. “I have several of these.” You wondered how Akira had gotten your size perfectly, let alone the similarity in your style of clothing so on point.

“You still have to wear it tonight”, she reminded you, prospering herself up on her elbows, “How’s your brother?” You glanced at her, picking your book up again, “He’s fine”

“Oh what are you reading?”, she asked, “Will you read to me?”

You nodded with a smile playing on your lips, opening the cover of Pride and Prejudice, leaning back and searching for the line you had finished on. The musty pages welcomed you back like an old friend as you indulged in the love story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. You read about the part, those five chapters where her feelings matured and her opinions changed over time for the man, who she had positively despised before.

You wondered if you’d ever fall for Akira, who you despised too, and was forced into marriage with. Maybe you were a lot like Lizzy Bennet, except you didn’t have a father to back you up.

Duty.

The Osaki Family was very familiar with this term, it was like every second day you heard it. With your family name came responsibilities, expectations and a warped sense of reality. Warped because your reality was very different from most people.

Duty came in different forms. For Shotaro, it was completing his extensive education and taking over the business side of the family, succeeding your father’s work. Your mother’s was to sit there and look pretty, the face of the family as of now, a sympathetic heroine of sorts ever since your father deceased. Yours was to extend family relations, and keep the prestige. You were going to take your mothers place, not something you were particularly looking forward to, but it had to be done.

It was your duty, after all.

The cruise was a way to get away from these duties, by keeping them at the forefront of your mind, replaying like a broken cassette tape.

“Y/n Osaki”, someone called out, and you looked up from your seat. You were sitting on the deck of the ship, reading in peace with your phone by your side in case of emergency. You recognized the woman as Kun’s sister.

“Yuxi, If I’m not mistaken?”, you asked, moving aside on the bench to give her room to sit. She crossed her legs, propping one hand on the backrest of the bench and smiling, “Tis I!”, her voice was cheerful, “I’m terribly bored of being surrounded by my brothers, so I thought I’d find you and talk to one of the female specimens”, she joked, causing your lips to upturn into a smile.

“Talking seems wonderful”, you assured her, “What would you like to talk about?”

“Anything honestly, something that isn’t about ‘who’s the man’”, she drawled, an unamused look on her face as she supposedly referenced her brother's banterring. Her eyes cast down to your book, “Jane Austen hmm? My brother loves that book”

“Which one?”

“Kun”, she answered, shifting in her seat, “He can argue for hours about whos the better character,” she smirked, stretching out her legs, “I love my family, but I’m tired of them”

“I understand that far better than you think”, you said, “I sometimes wish we weren’t related”

“You’re one to talk”, she snorted, “You have just about everything you’d ever need and more.”

“I’ll be losing it all in a little, I assume you know this”, you smiled sadly. She nodded, “Alright”, she said, “Perhaps you have everything except freedom”

Kun was tired.

In the event of having to deal with his brother and uncle’s ‘nonsense’ as he called it, he left the table at dinner to search for some quiet. He walked down the hallways of the ship, the soft rumbling of something he couldn’t quite make out reached his ears.

He passed his own room, and several others, before coming to the room he was looking for. It had a red door, washed out and dark so it didn’t really stand out. He pushed it open, entering a sort of mini hallway, with another door at the end.

He walked to that one too, entering a small, dark room. There were boxes and suitcases in there, all from his family.

But they weren’t all luggage.

He scanned the room, trying to remember something, it was like there had been an itch ever since he saw you. Like you had opened a door to a memory, but the memory was hazy, he couldn’t quite catch it. It was like a connection had been established, and he couldn’t quite shake it off.

He sighed in defeat, leaving the room and walking into the hallway once again, only to be met with you, donning a red dress, hair done up in curls. You startled, blinking on seeing him emerge from the side, “Oh”, you said, looking him up and down, “Hello, Kun.”

He took in your pretty features, wondering how you got roped into this.

“Shouldn't you be at dinner?”, Kun asked you, lips turning into a sly smile. You looked at him, seemingly unfazed, “Shouldn’t you?”

“Dinner is nothing special I can assure you that”, he muttered bitterly, “I take you're procrastinating getting there?”

You nodded, “As much as I enjoy your family's company, I am not entertained by your Uncle, no offense”, you rubbed the side of your arms, “This dress was given by him.”

“So that’s why he was talking to your servant”, Kun said, “Alright, let’s skip dinner then.”

“Skip it? My mother would-”

“We won't tell her”, he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We’ll make up a convincing story.”

You studied him, deeming him sincere and nodding, “Lead the way then”, you gestured, and he took your hand, smirking and leading you down the hallways, “There’s a lounge somewhere here”, he mused, “Ah here.”

The two of you entered a fancy looking lounge that definitely matched the entirety of the cruise ship. There was a bar at the end, and couches in the center. You took a seat, leaning back as he went straight for the drinks

. “Want anything?”, he called, taking a bottle down.

“French 75”, you requested, “You sister told me you liked Jane Austen?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “I do”, he agreed. “Why?” There was that odd feeling again, as if you held some sort of importance, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“I mean”, you looked over at the bar, “dinner isn’t going to get over anytime soon and we’re stuck with each other, friendly banter might help pass the time since I don’t have my phone or book with me.”

He hummed in agreement, “Which book are you reading?” “Pride and Prejudice.”

“High class families and their literature”, he hummed. “Alright, what about it?”

“You don’t seem very intrigued by the story”, you observed, taking the cocktail he handed you. “What do you think of Lizzy Bennet’s and Mr. Darcy’s relationship?”

“Lizzy Bennet, in crude terms would be considered a high class bitch.”

“Excuse you?”, you asked, slightly outraged in a playful manner. “She is smart and funny and has some brains, unlike the rest of the sisters.”

“She judged Darcy all too fast don't you think?” He raised his own glass to his lips, keeping his eyes on you as he spoke. “She blatantly disregarded his affections.”

You felt heat rush to your face, mostly in indignant anger, an urge to defend one of your all time favorite heroines of any sort of story. You had always stood by her. Seeing someone ridicule her, though you had invited him to do so, was irking. “She did not! He bitched about her family and confessed, expecting her to be okay with his idiocy?”

You asked him hotly, leaning forward in anticipation for his answer. He seemed amused by your irritation, “He’s a man of class, he’s going to judge a not so upper class family. I mean, you would know of this right?”

“Not if my family was belittled”, you said with a frown, “I see Darcy as the prick who refused to back down because of his goddamn pride.”

“I always thought Elizabeth was the one with pride, and Darcy held the Prejudice against her family.” His argument was strong.

You nodded. “I suppose you’re right, but Lizzy Bennet-”

“Can’t do any wrong?”

You muttered some not so ladylike things under your breath that your mother would’ve had your head for, glaring at the man who sat across you. While you were all up for playful arguing, being interrupted was something you weren't used to—nor did you appreciate it.

“Would you let me speak?”

He smirked, “I suppose you’re defending her because”, he looked at his glass, studying the clear liquid inside it, “you think of yourself as her.”

“I’m done here”, you said quietly, placing your drink down and getting up, refusing to look at him, knowing his smug expression would just irk you more. His accusation, while probably lighthearted, did not sit well with you.

“Goodbye.”

The sun was out the next afternoon, casting its golden rays on the deck of the ship, giving it a lovely, summery feel. Guests bustled and walked about, chatting in groups. A small band played their merriment off to the side, setting the mood with their joyful tunes.

Winter stood off to the side with the rest of the servants, a pensive expression on her pretty face.

You stood with the rest of the crowd, next to Akira’s family, returning the warm smile Yuxi sent you. Apparently, there was supposed to be some sort of performers on the ship to entertain the folk.

You sighed, watching the scene with a polite, yet bored gaze. You would rather be in your room reading, instead of out here. But of course, this was all done from obligation, you had to be there.

Akira shuffled to stand next to you, “I missed you yesterday”, he said, “I was looking forward to seeing you in the dress I got you.”

“I wasn’t feeling too well last night”, you fibbed, eyes meeting Kun’s for a fleeting second, “I appreciate the dress.”

You could feel Kuns smirk, even if you weren’t looking at him. Shifting on your feet, you leaned towards Winter, requesting her to get you a glass of water.

You were still so uncomfortable around Akira, with his easy smile and underlying words. You knew he was being nice because he had to. You were already his, whether you liked it or not. Shivering at the thought, you took the glass from your friend, taking a sip and trying to focus on the band that played a jazz rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’.

You wondered for a moment, how it would be if you weren’t from the Osaki family. If you were just another girl, instead of leverage for your family. Once Shotaro was of age and finished his schooling, he would take your fathers place, your mother would remain a shell of herself, useless and forgotten.

You would be like her soon.

Yuxi called Akira for something, giving you room to breathe.

“I hope you’re not still angry at me”, Kun’s voice came from behind, an amused lilt to his voice, “About our little miff yesterday.”

You turned to face him, shaking your head, “I’ll admit, my storming off was a tad immature.”

He frowned, studying you. “Why are you so formal all the time?”

The question took you aback, “Sounds like you have a stick up your ass, reminds me of my friend, Ten.”

“You literally just apologized to me, only to insult me once again?”, you asked, wondering how his mind worked. He was so confusing, one moment all proper the next he acted like a regular kid with a crass sense of humour.

A smile stretched out on his lips, “I never apologized Y/n”, he reminded you, “I only asked you if you were still mad.”

“Touche”

“Loosen up a bit”, he said, “Don’t be so high strung all the time.”

You raised an eyebrow at this, “Oh do tell me how”

He grinned, taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, “Let’s go then, I have an idea.”

“Oh hell no”

“Oh hell yes”, Kun smirked, “Are you telling me you’ve never had a water balloon fight?”

“You’re telling me this is a regular occurrence for you?”, you asked incredulously. He shook his head, “No, but it's fun, so lets start”, he handed you a bunch of balloons in a bag.

“How the fuck do you even have these? We’re on a cruise?”, your confusion was comical.

The two of you stood in an empty hall in the cruise, and Kun had locked the door so no one would barge inside. Somehow he had accumulated a bizarre amount of balloons all filled with water. You could foresee the mess that was about to befall you.

You silently wondered why the fuck you agreed to this madness. Maybe it had something to do with Kun;s pretty smile.

He shrugged, “Don’t question it. Yuxi me and Chenle fight this way when we want to get away from our Uncle”, he swatted you away, “Now go! Unless you want me to destroy you from the start.”

A challenge.

You never backed down from a challenge.

You thanked yourself for deciding not to wear that summer dress Winter had initially laid out for you, opting for some pants and a shirt instead.

Grabbing the bag, you hurried to the other end of the hall, hiding behind one of the heavy curtains and picking up one of the balloons, getting used to the weight in your palms. All you had to do was hit him right? Seemed simple right?

Wrong. So wrong.

As soon as you felt as ready and slipped out of your hiding place, you were hit on your leg, a cold wet feeling creeping up on your leg. The impact of the balloon made you stumble a little bit as you regained your footing, shooting Kun a dirty look. He smirked in response, “Pay attention L/n”

You felt another hit on your arm, realizing he had taken advantage of the fact you had been distracted. Narrowing your eyes, you flung your own balloon and gracefully missed him, the balloon ending up rolling on the ground sadly.

Embarrassed, you retreated back behind the curtains, grabbing two of your weapons, and scurrying to the other curtain before you could be hit again. Your left pant leg was soaked through, still smarting from the hit and your arm was damp, but your focus was on hitting your opponent.

He chuckled, “Hiding just prolongs this, you know that right?”, he was taunting you, and you scowled, coming out from behind the curtain and throwing your balloon, hitting his calf and making him grunt.

It was your turn to smirk, pleased at your successful attempt.

Your triumphant feeling lasted about for five seconds, until you were hit again.

Damn Qian Kun and his quick thinking.You staggered back and he walked closer, “Gonna stay behind those curtains?”, he asked coyly, “Okay, fine you need incentive.”, He threw another at you, making you whine at your own slowness. “Lizzy Bennet needs to be more forgiving”

He had brought up your argument. He knew it would tick you off, making you want to justify your own point of view.

“Mr. Darcy needs to stop being such a prick!”, you exclaimed, flinging your own balloon at him, hitting his side, making him wince, “And you need to stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m the stubborn one?”, he said, almost whined. Another water missile landed next to your foot, bursting and spraying you with water.

After a few minutes, the two of you were soaked to the bone, your clothes stuck to your skin uncomfortably, but a tired smile stretched out on your lips. His expression mirrored yours as he tried grabbing your arm. The two of you had finished all the water balloons and had been chasing each other around the hall like kids.

For the first time you actually felt like a kid.

You squealed as his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you down with him as he tripped. Falling into him, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him and entrapping you in his embrace.

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you struggled against him, “Leave me!”

He laughed into your hair, “Truce. Lizzy and Darcy are both idiots.”

“That's established!”, you said, “Let me go idiot”

He did, a wide smile on his face, “You’re more comfortable around me now”, he observed.

You realized he was right, you were more comfortable. You liked the smile on his face, the lilt of relief in his voice. The hall was wet in some places. One of you hiding places, the curtains had a big splotch of water on it, you silently wondered how the staff would react to the state at which it was in.

“I am”, you stated, “Not so strung up now?”

He snorted, “I destroyed you in the water balloon fight, I practically knocked you down from your high horse.”

He looked at the smile on your face, liking it. Even though your hair was wet and messed up, he thought you were beautiful, now that your face wasn’t set in a semi permanent haughty expression.

You hit him playfully, not finding it in you to glare at him. His dark hair was wet, and it fell in front of his eyes as he looked at you, feigning a look of hurt. “You wound me.”

“My mission in life”, you snickered. A silence fell upon the two of you, as you rubbed your arms, the cold biting into your skin. You would have to leave soon, take a shower and show up and dinner, all prim and proper again. The thought made your stomach sink, because you had had fun for the first time in a long time.

You met Kun’s eyes, which were sparkling with a mischievous glint. Raising an eyebrow at him, you crossed your arms, “What?”

“We both have to agree”, he started, “That Mr. Bennet is the best character.”

Winter scurried along the hallways, clutching an envelope, hiding it under her apron lest she ran into you. Her nails dug into the paper, guilt welling up in the pit of her stomach. She stopped outside the door she had been summoned to

Knocking on the throat thrice, she took a step back, waiting for it to be opened.

A man opened it, narrowing his eyes at her, “Yes?”

“A letter for you sir”, Winter squeaked, “Sir Akira. From Mrs Osaki.”

Akira grabbed the envelope from Winter, swatting her away. The girl bowed and scurried off, not wanting to have anything to do with the contents of the letter. She had already been swayed by your mother enough.

Akira shut the door and locked it, tearing open the letter, desperate to get to it. He pulled it out, fumbling with the paper and reading it hastily.

Dear Akira,

I would first like to thank you, this wasn’t easy to do without you. Don’t worry, everything will fall into place, and no one will be the wiser. Y/n, my darling daughter, doesn’t know the whole story, only about the wedding, and we shall keep it that way. When our families unite, it shall all be sweeped under the rug.

I shall forever be grateful to you for helping me get rid of him. My debt is free I suppose now, as you read this letter our plan has been put into effect. In return for helping me you shall have protection and a new reputation.

Thanking you,

Mrs. Osaki

Akira sighed in relief, knowing his fate was sealed. He had been skeptical at first, when he saw how distant you were. You didn’t even give him an inch, and he suspected you knew what he-his family did and had done.

But supposedly you didn’t.

When your mother had asked him for his help, he was surprised. The Osaka family? Not happy? How could it be?

How could a wife have murderous intent as much as your mother did?

Folding the letter, he stuffed it into the pockets of his pants, pulling out his lighter and setting fire to the envelope. He watched the tongues of fire snatch onto the paper, bright yellows and blues emerging from nothing. Throwing it in the bin, he crushed it under his heel and pulled out a cigarette.

Kun walked into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel. His and Chenles rooms were connected to Akira’s on the cruise, so that he could check up on them. A frown appeared on the older man's face as he studied Kun’s bedraggled appearance.

Kun’s parents weren’t like Akira, they were respectable and wealthy nonetheless, but still dabbled in the darker aspect of things from time to time, not that many people knew of it.

“Why do you look like a wet rat?”

Kun scowled at this, “I went for a shower”, he said, “You look like a rat more than I do”

It was no secret that Kun, Chenle and Yuxi despised their uncle for his dealings and amoral nature. But of course, Kun didn’t know the whole story, he didn’t know everything, all the letters, the truth about you and your family.

Even you didn’t know.

The only reason they were there was because if the plan didn’t go through exactly as it had been planned, their family’s reputation would be ruined for possibly forever. It was risky business, one that was going to be fixed, no matter how vile and wrong it was.

“Get ready for dinner, and for goodness sake, clean up”, Akira instructed, ignoring the dig and gesturing towards the door that connected his room to Kun’s, “Be on time.”

His nephew obliged and left, leaving Akira alone. He took a deep breath and walked out into the hallway, travelling along it quietly so as to not attract any attention. He stopped outside a red door, opening it and travelling along the dark little hallway it led into. Opening the final door, he found himself in another room, one that was dark.

There were several boxes there, and a few suitcases. Akira’s, Kun’s, Chenle and Yuxi’s extra luggage. The boxes were not luggage though, they were Akira’s job. The dark side of things. He fished the letter out of his pocket and put it on the top of one of the boxes, next to the rest of the letters.

Leaving the darkness with the dark.

“You’re quite fun actually”, Yuxi said, chattering away to you during dinner. You smiled, returning the compliment.

You were grateful for her talk, which distracted you from the burning stare that Akira held on you, and Kun’s occasional glances. Not that you were against the latter, but it was slightly unnerving. Of course the two of you were much more comfortable with one another, but another feeling had settled in, a prickling on that settled in the bottom of your stomach.

Did you like it? You didn’t know.

Chenle indulged in conversation as well, you learned that he went to the same school your brother went to: Culture Academy. Apparently Kun had graduated from there just before he left for the cruise. Yuxi went to a finishing school, but you expected that, their family seemed the type to send their children to finishing schools.

You had graduated a few months ago as well, but from another high class school, while your brother attended Culture Academy.

“She’s terrible at water balloon fights”, Kun quipped, a smirk on his face as you glared, “Excuse me-”

“You guys had a water balloon fight without us?”, Yuxi asked, in mock offense, “And to think I actually trusted you for a moment”, she said, turning away from you and jutting her bottom lip out. “The betrayal.”

You laughed, “He dragged me, I had no say in it.”

They weren’t as cold as they had been when you had initially met them. It almost felt as if they were your friends. Taking a bite of whatever Winter had gotten you, you met Kun’s eyes, taking in the amused look in them.

Akira cleared his throat, “I assume you’ll be there for the dance next week?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What dance?”

“Instead of a regular dinner there is going to be a sort of dance”, he explained, “I expect to see you there.”

It was a command, not a request.

There was that constricting feeling again, you gave him a tight lipped, curt nod, looking away again. You hated being around Akira, he made you so uncomfortable, and even though you couldn’t avoid him forever, you would try.

He made you sick.

You took a sip of your drink, letting the burning taste trickle down your throat. You were barely past your first glass, not being a heavy drinker. Your mother had told you it was not respectable to drink too much, so you stuck to her rules. You always stuck to her rules, but god, you would’ve loved to drown the entire glass and ask for another at that moment.

Or throw it at Akira. But that probably wouldn’t have been very respectable either.

Winter walked up to you, tapping your shoulder timidly to get your attention, “Miss”, she said, leaning down to your ear to speak in secrecy, “Your mother has called.”

Pressing your lips together to avoid making a displeased face, you excused yourself from the table and followed your helper into the hallway, taking your phone from her. She gave you an encouraging smile as you began speaking.

“Mother?”

Her harsh voice brought you back down, “Y/n”, she said sternly, “Why did you not go to that dinner?”

You fisted your hand, clenching your jaw. Of course she found out, “I wasn’t feeling well.”

“So you tell no one?

“I wasn’t aware of the fact that everyone was supposed to know about my health”, you couldn’t help the bitter undertone in your voice. She didn’t care whether you were sick or not, she cared about why you skipped.

“Not everyone, just the Qian family”, she hissed, “Y/n focus. Duty.”

You knew there was no point in arguing with your mother, she was as stubborn as an ox. You could never be right against her.

“Yes mother, I’m sorry”, you said through gritted teeth. You could hear the smile on her face at your surrender, “Remember darling, you need to impress them”, she reiterated, “It’s for-”

“The good of our family, yes I know”, you sighed, “I’ll follow the rules.”

“Don’t just follow the rules Y/n, behave”, he tone of voice made you feel like a little girl. “You may not know it, but our family name depends on it.”

This took you aback, leaving you mildly confused. What did this stupid vile plan have to do with anything? Sure your family didn’t have the cleanest record (those scandals tainted it a little bit), but otherwise it was extremely respected all through Japan and other parts of the world.

The question sat at the tip of your tongue, but you knew better than to press your mother for answers. If she wanted to be vague, she would. Ending the call politely, you walked back into the dining hall, sitting next to Yuxi. Whatever momentary joy you had gotten from talking with them vanished, instead it was a reminder of your cruel fate, the bitter reality you had to face whether you liked it or not.

Why?

“You’re insufferable”, you declared, leaning against the railing, “Poor girl, you guys really made her jump into a pool?”

He laughed, “Yeah, you should have seen the look of anger on her face. And in full clothing too?”

You frowned, “You monster!”

“Hey, she signed up for it, she wouldn’t have gotten in if she refused”, he reminded you. Kun was currently telling you stories of his schooling at Culture Academy, particularly about a club he was in. You listened intently, enjoying yourself more than you would like to admit. He was definitely entertaining.

Maybe it was because you never experienced half the things he did.

You looked at the ocean, the sun shining down on it and sparkling. “I suppose she did”, you whispered, letting the words float about in the air as a silence settled upon the two of you. It was comfortable, you didn;t feel the need to fill it in. He took out a lighter and a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long slow drag.

“You smoke?”, you asked, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. You had never seen him do it before. The revelation was something you hadn’t expected.

Another thing your mother drilled into you: never smoke. It’s unladylike and very unbecoming of a person, and also because the news would latch onto it and create a scandal that was not needed. In general you had never seen the appeal of smoking.

He raised an eyebrow at you, nodding as if he expected you to know this. Almost as if he was bewildered with your surprised response. And he was, Kun was confused as to why you were so shocked with the fact. It was just a cigarette, nothing that terrible. Didn’t you know what Akira did-

Oh.

Oh no.

“Yeah, occasionally”, he said, brushing it off quickly, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his heel, “Want to head back in?”

You nodded with a shrug, “Okay.”

He smiled brightly, and a fuzzy feeling made its way into your stomach. You returned the smile, pushing away the feeling away to the back of your mind, far away in a dark corner of your mind, simply because it wouldn’t be right. You couldn’t even afford to think that way.

Not with the arrangement that had been set up, that was for sure.

You followed him inside, another thought blooming in the same dark corner of your mind, no matter how much you tried to push it away.

God it was wrong on so many levels though.

“She got in”, Kun said, continuing his story from before, “It surprised everyone.”

You smiled, “I’m glad, poor girl, I hope she didn’t get hypothermia or something.”

Kun smiled, “She took my place as I left, you know, graduation and all”, he said, reaching his hand out and grabbing your own, leading you down.

“Your friends sound like fun”, you said fondly, even though you didn’t know them, “Especially that Hendery guy. Did he actually do that?”

Kun laughed, nodding, “He’s mad. I miss them”, his voice turned wistful, but only for a moment, before that pretty smile stretched across his face once again, “I have to tell you about the time Dejun…”

As you went back under the deck and the warmth of the hallways hit you, you decided you would deal with the feeling later. You decided to listen to him instead, liking the way his eyes lit up talking about his friends. You were starting to realize that you were now one of them, one of his friends.

That though stayed in the forefront of your mind, refusing to be pushed back.

And somehow, you didn’t mind.

Kun stepped into Akira’s room, eyes narrowed at his uncle. The tension in the air immediately raised tenfold.

“She doesn’t know, does she?”

Akira sent his nephew a questionable look, “What do you mean?”

Kun sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Y/n”, he said, your name rolling off his tongue easily, yet there was a sort of anger that settled into it. Why didn’t you know? You should’ve known.

Why did he care this much?

Akira sighed, “What about her?”

“She doesn’t know who you are, not the entire truth.”

Akira let the statement hang in the air, his silence answering. He leaned back in his chair, humming an idle tune. “You’re right, but what prompted this?”

“She saw me smoking”, Kun said, “And was confused, she definitely didn’t look pleased. Tell me, how would she react when she realizes the man she has to marry is a fucking drug lord?”

His uncle winced at Kun’s words, “I know, but she won’t ever know.”

This was madness.

Kun knew of course, of the plan, but he didn’t know the whole story. He knew you were to be married to Akira, an arranged marriage that had been, well, arranged by your mother. And Yuxi had confirmed you knew of it as well. You had never seemed too keen on it, and this worsened everything.

“Sit”, Akira ordered, “And I’ll tell you.”

Holding back a grimace, he complied, sitting opposite Akira. He waited for the older man to go on, wondering for a moment how it would be like to be in your shoes. You were around his age, and had to marry his uncle? The thought itself was mortifying.

“The Osaki family”, Akira started, “Well known, you’ve heard of them”, he didn’t wait for Kun to respond in any way, “They’re practically perfect, are they not? You’ve seen Y/n, you’re closer to her than I am. With her airs and graces, you’d think she’s perfect too, wouldn’t you?”

Of course Kun though you were perfect, but that's besides the point. He didn;t see how this made any sense.

“It’s all a lie Kun”, Akira said, “They’re unhappy, so unhappy. Her mother was a miserable, poor lady, forced to sit on the sidelines while her bastard of a husband ignored her.”

Wasn’t your father dead?

Akira cleared his throat, “They’re perfect on the outside, a dollhouse, but through the curtains, it's all a mess. She asked me for help.”

Kun frowned, “Y/n-?” “No”, he said with a smile, “Her mother.”

It was slowly coming together, a puzzle so horrifying Kun didn’t want to believe it. His uncle had done many horrible things, many illegal things, but fuck, he prayed this one wasn’t real.

This was murder.

“So I helped”, Akira’s voice went hoarse, “I helped the way I could. I slipped a drug into a package and sent it to her, one so strong that could kill.”

Horror. This was madness.

“The next day, Mr Osaki was found dead”, a slow sadistic smile stretched out on Akira’s lips, “And Mrs Osaka was overjoyed! She thanked me profusely for helping with her plan. She promised to repay me somehow for my kindness.”

Kindness. Crime. When had the line between the two grown so blurry? Kun was frozen in his seat, frozen in fear. In fear for himself and his siblings, in fear for his family for being related to such a monster. He feared for you, the unsuspecting girl who had walked into his life and brought out things from the shadows he wished he left there. The girl, who’s own mother had been the reason behind her fathers death.

Fuck it was so wrong.

He knew the world he lived in, the wealth and the riches always brought trouble, but never in his life had he ever foreseen this much trouble. The clock on the wall of Akira’s room ticked slowly, every second seeming like an hour. Kun wanted to leave, but he was frozen in his seat, glued there.

His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He needed to know more. What was the ending to this tragic tale?

“And this is my repayment”, Akira said, “I marry Y/n, and everything gets sweeped under the rug. I can start a new Kun, I don’t have to be this person. I know you hate me, but listen, this could change everything.”

Kun felt sick.

“No”, he muttered, “This changed nothing you…”, he studied his uncle's tired expression. Akira’s eyes held a triumphant glare, and that made everything worse.

“You sick man”, he whispered, getting up, “She doesn’t deserve this. You don’t deserve a fresh start Akira, you have blood on your hands.”

Akira groaned, “I don’t expect you to under-”

‘Good”, Kun said, “I’m leaving and I want nothing to do with you for the rest of this trip.”

“Don’t tell your little friend”, Akira sneered, “If you tell her I won;t be the only one affected. Her mother will be brought into the light as well, and you really think no one will suspect Y/n?”

It was a losing situation from all sides.

“She doesn’t know who I am”, Akira said, agreeing with Kun’s earlier statement, “let's keep it that way, shall we?”

Dearest Akira,

Thank you for sending me the drug, I’ve slipped it into his drink. He shall be gone soon, and I shall be free. My son will take his palace when he finishes school and Y/n will be yours. A lovely full circle. I won’t have to deal with a man I hate anymore, a man that pushed me aside for everything.

Once upon a time I truly loved him you know? I trusted him and I gave him my heart. He trampled on it and now all I’m left with is a shell.

He forgot I existed, I am but a placeholder.

Not for long.

Thanking you,

Mrs. Osaki

You sat on your bed, reading yet another chapter of your beloved Pride and Prejudice in silence, as Kun sat on the other side, looking at his phone and occasionally stealing glances at you.

The friendship the two of you shared was….odd to say the least. You didn’t have to talk, even the silence was enough. You enjoyed his company a lot more than you cared to admit. Turning the page, you decided to stop for the day, placing your bookmark in the middle and shutting the book, turning your attention to Kun.

He couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled inside him, even though he had done nothing wrong. It was the heaviness he carried around for possessing the truth, and was hit with the consequences everytime he looked at you.

“Yes?”, you asked.

He blinked, “What?”

“You’ve been staring at me oddly”, you clarified, “I’m wondering if I did anything to offend you.

“No, no!”, he said a little hurriedly, “I apologize, I’m a little out of it today.”

“Do tell”, you said, propping your chin up on your hand, eyes meeting his with an expectant gaze. He gave you his easy smile, “It’s nothing I promise.”

“I don’t believe you for a second, you’re terrible at lying”, you declared, “Oh come on, I thought we trusted each other?” You tried guilt tripping him into telling you, but he was surprisingly stubborn.

“Do we now?”

“You wound me”, you muttered dryly, “Alright I won’t press you for answers.”

“Thank you for this kindness, oh Lady Y/n”, he said, making a show of pretending to curtsy, which was comical since he was sitting. You couldn’t help the amused smile that made its way to your face at that.

You stood up, placing your book on one of the side tables, brushing down your pants, “We need to be at the deck in five minutes, so I suppose we should make a move.”

He followed suit as the two of you made your way up to the deck. The dinner was out there tonight, so it was bound to be a little bit more casual than the usual dinners in the dining room. This also meant that you didn’t need to sit with the Qian family, which was a mix of relief and disappointment. You liked Kun and his siblings, but at the same time…

Yeah.

The night was a little chilly, so you had pulled on a sweater, finding a table and taking a seat, watching as Kun walked over to his own family, looking stiff. You took the menu from Winter, eyes scanning over the food.

“Ahem.”

You looked up from the menu, only to be met with Akira’s disapproving gaze. “Y/n”, he greeted, “How are you feeling today?”

You swallowed your contempt, forcing a tight pained smile, “Very well, thank you Akira.”

“I’m glad, then why don’t you sit with us?”

Your lips twitched as you tried to think of a way to get yourself out of this. “I’m quite fine here, thank you for the offer.”

He smiled widely, leaning down to your eye level, resting his elbow on the table and effectively capturing your attention. “It wasn’t an offer, sweetheart.”

The nickname made your skin crawl, as you reeled back, “Akir-”

“You will sit with us”, he said firmly, “What would your mother say if you refused?”

Your eyes widened as you realized he knew, fingers gripping the menu. He knew how your mother was and fuck, him knowung that scared you even more. Clearing your throat, you pushed all your confidence into your voice, “I’m quite comfortable here Mr. Qian.”

You didn’t use his first name, you used the family name, hoping to settle the argument, to show that you were not moving.

He took the menu from you, “Come along Y/n, its for the be-”

“Let her be.”

Akira turned around, facing his nephew, “Kun”, he said, voice falling into a tone that screamed it was a warning, “I am not talking to you.”

“But I’m talking to you”, Kun narrowed his eyes at Akira, “She wants to sit there, let her sit there. She is not obliged to follow your every instruction.”

Akira sighed, glancing back at you and smiling sickeningly sweet, inclining his head and walking away, going under the deck. You let out a sigh of relief, looking at Kun who looked oddly guilty.

“Thank you”, you said, “I could’ve handled it, though.”

“I know you could’ve”, he acknowledged, “I just felt like stepping in and helping.” His explanation was curt as he pulled out the chair opposite you, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all. I suppose you’re wondering why I let you sit and wanted nothing more to do with your uncle?”

“I’m not”, he said, “I know what's happening there. And the position you’re in, better than you do.” A sad smile stretched out on his lips(not that you were observing them or anything), leaving you slightly bewildered. What did he mean by that?

You studied Kun, his attractive features and dark eyes. They looked like they held a secret, one you couldn’t figure out.

“Why did you help me?”, you asked again, meeting his eyes. He held your gaze for a few minutes, before they dropped to your lips for a split second. You held your breath, waiting for his answer, and mildly overwhelmed.

Did he feel the same way you had been feeling lately? Why did the prospect of that make you feel elevated? Fuck, you couldn’t think like that, it would ruin everything-

“I can’t tell”, he muttered, “I just care.”

The truth chases a lie with fervor, no matter how small. Like a lover in the night, chasing its partner with passion even in the darkest times.

You observed yourself in the mirror, studying the black dress you were wearing. It had a gold trim at the edges, and lace at the back, giving it the perfect combination of classy and scandalous.

Winter took a step back, curling iron in hand as she marvelled at her own handiwork, a smile adorning her pretty face, “You look lovely Y/n!”, she praised. You really did look lovely, the picture of what you were always supposed to portray: perfection.

“Thank you Win”, you smiled at her, “why don’t you wear one of my dresses tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in surprise and confusion as she placed the iron down, shaking her head, “Oh I couldn’t Miss, I’m a part of the staff, I will be helping out for the evening.”

“You don’t want to pretend you’re not just for a few minutes? You can change after fifteen minutes and go back to your work”, you enticed her, wanting your friend to have some fun.

She hesitated, “No miss, I could get in trouble.”

“Alright”, you relented, standing up from your seat and turning to the door, “Thank you Winter”

“Your very welcome miss, now go, the Qian family is awaiting you.”

You nodded, walking into the hallways and following the few people who were already going to the dance.People of repute, people who would look at you and incline their heads respectfully, as you did for them. They were from your world, after all, everyone was rich and important.

Standing outside the doors, you took in a deep breath and walked in. The hall had been decorated, changed drastically. The tables had been pushed to the sides, for the seating, and the center was left as the actual dance floor.

You walked over to the tables at the side, greeting a few people you knew. You spotted Winter standing at the sidelines with the staff. On reaching the refreshments table, you took one of the glasses of champagne and brought it to your lips.

Jazz music played as couples took the floor, swaying to it. You watched the Qian family, noting that Akira was looking for someone, probably you. Turning your back towards them, you took another sip of your drink. You looked at the starters that had been placed out for the guests, wondering what your mother would think if you took a plateful and sat alone in a dark corner eating. The picture of her horrified expression was enough to tickle you.

Distracted within your own thoughts, you failed to notice Kun standing next to you, an amused expression on his face as he watched you. To him, you looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress, even more so than usual.

“Y/n”

You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion of your thoughts, facing the man. He was dressed in a suit, hair done slightly messy, but on purpose. His dark eyes met yours, amused as he smirked, “Hey.”

“Hey”, you breathed out, snapping out of checking him out. He looked extremely attractive tonight, a thought you couldn’t shake off. “Kun.”

He nodded, inclining his head towards the table, “I’m sure the refreshments are extremely interesting but”, a slow grin stretched out on his lips, “Would you like to dance?”

You suppressed your own smile, nodding and taking his hand he had offered you. Kun led you to the dance floor, a little off the centre so you wouldn’t be seen easily. Resting one hand on your waist, the other grasped your own, bringing it up mid air. He took the first step behind with you following him as the two of you danced.

“I’m not great at dancing”, he confessed, “So I have to warn you, I’m running off ballroom dancing class from school when we had our Formal Dance.”

You smirked, “Do you want me to lead or something?”

“Only if you twirl me”

You laughed at this, “Alright, brace yourself.”

He gave you a horrified look, “NO, nevermind, I’ll twirl you instead”, he muttered, retrieving his hand from your waist and raising the other so you could turn gracefully. You didn’t make any attempt to bite your giggled away at this, turning and facing him again, back into your former position.

“That was actually quite fun, wanna try?”

He gave you a look that screamed ‘really?’, shaking his head, “I thought we established that I was fine without twirling.”

“But-”

“No”

“Fine”, you made a show of being upset over it, saying something about he was missing out on his youth and that twirling during ballroom dancing was one of the few fineries of life he would never experience if he didn’t do it right now.

That, for some reason, still didn’t entice him.

Oh well, his loss.

You bantered lightly, as you swayed to the music together. You melted together almost, in the midst of your laughter and smiles. You felt so comfortable with him, but every moment you felt like that seemed like a curse, reminding you he wasn’t what you were there for. Whatever you felt towards Qian Kun was wrong, so wrong.

He led the two of you off to the side, away from the dance floor, still in each other's arms for some reason, even though you had finished dancing. He lifted your hand, twirling you once again just for the effect and grinning.

Once you faced him, you realized how close the two of you were. His hands were on your waist anyways, one of your hands was around his neck. Your other hand was intertwined with his, making the contact seem even more intimate.

The smile melted off your face as his eyes flickered to your lips. It was as if he had read your mind, and you wished he'd do it again. You wished he woul-

He leaned forward hesitantly, and in that dark corner of the dining hall, while the others danced around, while Akira looked for you somewhere, behind the tables and everyone, Qian Kun kissed you.

It was a timid kiss, his lips barely brushed against yours, before he pulled away, blinking at you. You stared back at him, equally as surprised, but not in a bad way. He dropped the hold he had on you, but kept holding your hand, as if he was figuring out what to think.

You grew slightly impatient with this, leaving his grip and cupping his face, bringing him back into a kiss. This one was much less innocent, it didn’t feel like he was exploring something for the first time. It felt real, and it felt right.

“Not here”, he muttered softly against your lips, pulling you along with him, out into the hallways. You followed him, giddy from the kiss, giddy from the fact that you had even kissed him. How did that happen? When had that happened? The incident that had taken place mere seconds ago seemed days old, almost as if it had happened several times before.

You wanted to kiss him again.

Resisting the urge to stop him right there and there, you let him lead you to wherever. He stopped outside a red door, almost rust in colour, hesitating for a moment, before he seemingly decided to fuck it all and opened it, pulling you into the little corridor it opened into.

He kissed you again, once, twice, thrice, until you lost count. Pushed up against the wall, your senses seemed to heighten. The low buzz of the cruise ran through you as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. All the banter, the teasing, the way he would trap you with his words had built up to this.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The only way you could describe the kisses was breathtaking. You felt as if you were struggling for air, yet you didn’t want to pull away. Your lungs screamed for air, but you didn’t want to heed. You didn’t want to break the spell he had put you under. You liked the burning feeling, the way his lips felt against yours, the way his body felt against yours. Drowning, you were drowning but fuck, you wanted no one to save you.

You wanted to drown.

He pulled away finally, letting you suck in a breath.

“This is wrong”, you whispered, and he nodded, agreeing, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it again.”

He took a step away from you, studying your features. You leaned against the wall, letting the silence overtake the two of you. You breathed heavily, making up for the air you had lost, albeit willingly.

Footsteps.

Soft footsteps made their way down the hallways, you could hear it. Kun looked alarmed, glancing at the door, “Wait here.”

You frowned, but nodded as he left, closing the door after him and supposedly speaking to someone in hushed tones, further muffled by the barrier between the two of you. You sighed, looking along the corridor you were in at the moment, walking to the end and opening the other door, lest the person he was speaking to burst in and found themselves in a very awkward situation.

You found yourself in another room, one that was dark. Using your sense of touch, you managed to navigate around it, noting that there were suitcases and boxes. You stumbled into one, wincing slightly as a sharp pain travelled through your shin. Using the box to steady yourself, your eyes were drawn to the little labels on the sides of them.

Squinting, you brushed over the names, trying to make out what they were.

Qian Akira, cocaine.

Reeling back, you blinked. Were those drugs? Looking at a few other boxes, you had forgotten about the pain in your leg as horror filled your senses, reading the names of drug after drug, all with the Qian’s names on it. The man you were being forced to marry was a criminal.

You had been thrown into a trance of some sort, a trance of absolute dread. For some reason you couldn’t look away as you kept reading, realizing that whatever was happening was much more serious than you had thought.

The next box had a few papers on the top of it, kept haphazardly one on top of the other. Letters of some sort, envelopes and receipts. You picked one up, eyes scanning over its content, or whatever you could make out in the darkness.

Dear Akira

It’s set in stone! He’s gone, thank you so much. I promise you that this time next year you will be with my Y/n and everything will be solved.

Thanking you,

Mrs Osaki

The sight of your mothers handwriting and her name at the end of the letter made you sick. The other letters were much like the first, each one releasing more and more information, letting you piece together its words to form a cohesive thought.

Fuck.

You dropped the letters, breathing going heavy as you heard more footsteps. Someone was entering the room, they were coming inside and they would find you. You weren’t supposed to be here, you could tell by the way you had been written in the letters.

You should have listened to Kun when he told you to stay where you were-

Kun.

Oh god.

The room seemed to close in on itself, the stacks towering above you. You felt trapped, claustrophobic and disgusted. Disgusted by the fact would ever put you in such a repulsive situation. You ran your fingers over the dust covered boxes, reeling back at the names and information that was on them. Bile rose to your throat as you choked back sobs.

He was responsible for it all, all the misery that had been thrown upon you, the odd requests all made sense. This wasn’t an innocent union, it was an elaborate cover up, and you were the leverage.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you staggered back, leaning on the wall behind you for support. Shouts echoed from the other end of the dark room, and your breath hitched in your throat in fear of being caught.

Shutting your eyes and clamping your hand over your mouth, you counted to ten in your mind, praying that whoever it was wouldn;t find you. The voices resided, the footsteps growing farther and farther. You opened your eyes, only for them to widen in a mixture of relief and fear.

“What are you doing here?”

Fuck.

Kun had made a big mistake, he had led you to the worst possible place he could have taken you in his daze. He had gotten distracted by you, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

If he could fucking find you.

After thwarting Akira’s attention by telling him you had gone on the deck for some fresh air, he returned into the corridor, before realizing it was the one place he wasn’t supposed to take you.

And you were nowhere in sight.

He looked around in alarm, before Akira’s voice called out again, “What are you doing Kun?”

He turned around, “Nothing, just checking, I want something from my suitcase,” he said quickly. His uncle narrowed his eyes at him, “And what is that something?”

“I left my book inside the suitcase, and I’m not interested in the dance so I thought I’d go read.”

“Y/n is not on the deck.”

“Am I supposed to keep tabs on her?”, Kun bit back, “She’s probably back at the hall Akira.”

Akira raised an eyebrow at Kun, “I don’t know what you’re playing at, young man, but I don’t like it”, he said, raising his voice. Kun felt like a little kid again, even if his uncle was just ten years older. Clenching his jaw he stood his ground, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.”

Akira left Kun alone, deciding that he wasn’t worth it.

Kun walked into the room, looking around for you, praying you weren't there. He walked to his suitcase, and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the outlines in the room.

He heard something shift, and turned on his heels, squinting. He could just about make out your figure standing in the corner, hand over your mouth, eyes squeezed shut. You trembled slightly as you stood there.

He walked over just as you opened your eyes, to meet his own in horror. You were definitely shaking, lower lip trembling in what looked like fear as you tried backing away from him, even though you were already against the wall.

“What are you doing here?”

He took a step forward, reaching out to hold your hand, eyes shrouded in concern at your state, but you shrinked away. “Don’t.”

“Y/n-”

“No”, your voice was shaky, “Stay away from me.”

Your mind was a mess, thoughts racing. You felt used and exposed, so vulnerable. Everything you knew had been a lie, you had been betrayed. Just a few moments ago you were happy, now everything you knew had been shattered, including your own heart.

“You knew didn’t you”, your voice broke in the middle, “You knew.”

Kun’s fake smile melted off his face as he realized what had happened, taking a step away from you. The tears in your eyes made their way down your face as you sucked in a breath, crouching down with your hands over your ears.

All you wanted to do was block all of it out, block reality out and not think of it, but that was hard when reality was staring back at you with a guilty expression.

Suddenly everything clicked into place, why he had been so nice, why he kept helping you. I was all out of guilt, everything was a fucking lie. Half truths and twisted words, secrets and scandals.

It was sick and twisted and you had fallen into the trap unwillingly, and didn’t know how to get out.

You rocked yourself slowly, trying to compose yourself amongst the madness. You wanted to scream, to cry and tell Kun that you hated him, that you wanted him to leave and never talk to you again. Maybe that’s what hurt worse, the fact that you were attached.

You had trusted Kun, you had fallen for him like the idiot you were, only for it all to come back for you, slapping you in the face. You felt so stupid for letting yourself believe anything good would come out of this. You should have listened to your conscience when it told you this was wrong.

But this...this was worse than wrong. This was murder. The betrayal of it all hit you hard, and it took all of your willpower not to fall over and give up.

“It was all fake”, you muttered, “all of it”

“Y/n I-”

“You were pitying me”, you spat, “You knew and yet”, sucking in a breath, you swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach, the hole that seemed to have been ripped out from your chest. “You still played me.”

Kun pressed his lips together in a tight line, regret eating away at him. Of course it wasn’t all for his uncle, but you wouldn’t listen even if he tried. You were much too distraught, too far gone for that. Instead he composed himself, leaning down and resting a hand on your shoulder.

“We need to get out of here.”

The harshness of the statement made it worse. You looked up at his serious face through your hazy eyesight, wanting to push him away, but neither did you want to be alone. He sighed, helping you up to your feet, “We have to go or they’ll find you here and it won’t be pretty.”

Taking your hand in his, Kun pulled out of the room, raising a hand to his lips, silently telling you to keep quiet. “If you don’t want Akira to find you here, go straight to your room, say you were sick.”

He was pity helping you again.

You nodded, sniffling slightly and pulling yourself together again, rubbing your arms. You hated it, fuck, and that moment you hated your own mother. You hated the fact that you had to depend on the boy who betrayed you. The boy who you kissed, and was willing to forget that it was wrong, until the world crashed down upon you.

Walking with you, he decided to part ways where the two hallways met, repeating his instructions from before, refusing to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, before walking away in the direction opposite where you were supposed to go.

How had so much gone so wrong so fast?

Locked.

You were locked away in your room, refusing to get out of it. The only person you let in was Winter, who came in with meals and other information. You ignored every one of Akira’s presents, declined your mother’s calls and avoided the rest of the Qian family like the plague.

It was like you had spiralled, down into this hole you couldn’t climb out of. Your father was dead, it wasn’t natural. He had been killed and you were amongst the murderers. Your mother had worked with them.

Your brother was back home, going about his life as usual. The world revolved as it always did, but yours has stopped.The little bubble that you had lived in for most of your sheltered life had finally burst. You had been thrown into real life before you could even say anything about it.

Knock!

“Come in”, you said, watching as Winter entered with a plate and her own phone, “Y/n”, she greeted you, with that same funny formal tone, “It’s your brother”

She handed you her own phone, and you frowned. Why hadn’t Shotaro just called you? Why had he called Winter?

Brushing those thoughts aside, you held the phone to your ears, “Taro?”

“Hey”, he said, “hold for a second, would you?”

You didn’t reply, patiently waiting for him, but instead you were greeted with another voice, a voice you definitely didn;t want to hear.

“Darling.”

Your throat seemed to close up, mouth going dry as you gripped the phone even tighter, looking at Winter in alarm. She looked away, and began setting your things straight on the little table next to your bed.

“Mother.”

“What has happened to you?”, she asked, voice cutting through any thoughts, “I thought you understood the gravity of the situation. I have told you countless times-”

“I understood what you told me before I found out I was a pawn,” your voice was remarkably steady, almost scarily calm as you leaned back, “I don’t care anymore.”

“Y/n”, your mother warned, “I told you, our family name depends of it, even if you don’t how how or why-”

“I do know”, you interrupted her smoothly, “I know that my mother is an amoral bitch and the fact that you killed father, without thinking of the feelings of her children, and went on to throw her daughter into a dangerous position.”

You were met with the static from the other line. Had you finally won? Your mother stayed silent at your sudden outburst.

“How did you find out.” It was a question, but it came out as a statement. That helplessness returned, your level headedness disappearing all of a sudden. How could she be so insensitive? She didn’t care at all.

“Doesn’t matter”, he continued, “Now you know it's imperative you marry Akira, or our secrets will be exposed and the family name will be tainted. This also saves the Qians.”

You fisted your hand, spite coursing through your veins. Fuck, you were so angry, angry at your mother for never doing your job, for expecting you to comply with her twisted plans. You were tired of playing along, you were fed up of being perfect, or at least, fed up of portraying that image.

“I hate Akira”, you said for the first time out loud, making them real. You despised him and everything he was, and the new information you had gathered about him had just made you hate him more. You wished you had never met the Qian family, Akira, or Chenle, or Yuxi, or Kun-

That was a lie. You didn’t regret meeting Kun, you regretted trusting him. You regretted not listening and going into that room. You regretted so much, but you regretted knowing the truth the most.

You wanted to live the lie again.

“And I don’t care if you get in trouble mother, you deserve it.”

“It’s not just me Y/n”, she said, “It’s the Qian family as well, and it’s you and your brother.”

Shotaro.

“He still doesn’t know?”

“We’ll keep it that way. He’s still in school.”

Pursing your lips, you sighed, “I don’t want this”

It was as if she knew she had hit a weak spot, she could feel your resolve wavering. “Do it for Shotaro, if no one else. He hasn’t met life yet.”

You couldn’t understand how she was so cool about it, how she didn’t seem to care that there was blood on her hands, blood of her husband and no less. You supposed crying and screaming wouldn’t accomplish or change anything. This was your reality, and you just had to accept it.

Clicking off the call, you handed Winter’s phone back to her, burying your head in your hands. Decisions, decisions.

Winter stood there with a pensive look, biting her lower lip, before sitting down next to you, “I’m sorry Y/n, but what is troubling you?” Her soft voice mixed with the concerned look on her face was enough to make you break, leaning into her as tears built up in your eyes. She wrapped an arm around you, keeping you steady and holding you up.

She figured she owed you as much.

“Everyone I know has destroyed me”, you whispered hoarsely, choking back a sob, “They’ve either betrayed me or destroyed me and I’m so tired.”

“Who has done so?” She asked, rubbing your back comfortingly, prompting you to go on without actually asking you. You took in a shaky breath, thinking of everyone that was to blame for your misery.

“My mother”, you spat, “Akira, Kun-”

“Kun?”

Sucking in a breath, you nodded, “Kun. He-he knew. He knew and he still led me on, fuck I feel so stupid”, you laughed at the bitter irony, wiping away your tears, “And the thing is, the fact he did it hurts much more than anything else.”

“And why is that?”, Winter whispered.

“I trusted him”, you said, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would help somehow, “I liked him, I gave him my trust, even when it went past my duty.”

Duty, you were starting to realize, was slowly destroying you and everything you held dear.

Yuxi raised her hand so that the light fell on it, the pretty red nail paint glowing as she inspected it. Her right hand was a little messier than her left, she decided she would fix that later. Her hair was perfectly straightened, not a strand out of place, she looked perfect. Her appearance paired with her pretty airs and manners made her slightly intimidating, a little better than the rest.

Finishing school had been fruitful afterall.

Clicking her tongue, she dropped the act, sitting on her bed, hunched over her phone as she scrolled through her messages, catching up on whatever she was missing back home.

Truth was, she didn’t want to get on this cruise, none of the Qian siblings did. Spending time with their uncle? They hated the few dinners they had to tolerate anyways, but a whole three months? That sounded like torture, a torture they were enduring at the moment.

Akira had insisted, saying it would be a good experience for them now that they were adults, well, except Chenle. The boy was still sixteen, but was very much on their level. Their parents had unfortunately agreed, and so they found themselves where they were.

Kun walked through her door and into her room, pacing around, before taking a seat next to Yuxi and looking at her expectantly.

“What?”

“I fucked up”, he confessed. His sister wondered if he was waiting for her to ask the question just to dump that on her.

“Thank you for that eloquent explanation”, she said, “Mind telling me exactly how you did the fucking up?”

He sighed, running a hair through his hair as he leaned against the headrest and told his sister the whole story, from the arranged marriage (though she knew this), Akira’s plan and what he had done, to the kiss and you finding out. Yuxi listened intently, placing her phone aside as he went on.

Once he reached the end of all the events, Yuxi looked pensive, confused almost. “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do to fix this,” she said truthfully, “It’s royally fucked up and I don;t want to have anything to do with our uncle dear ever again.”

“You’re telling me”, Kun groaned, “I feel terrible, and I didn’t even do anything.”

“You did do something”, his sister said, walking to the little table and picking up her little bottle of nail paint, “You stayed silent.”

Winter burst into the kitchen, walking over to the drink area. She inspected them, figuring out which one was yours, and which one was Kun’s. Producing a small vial of some sort of liquid, she took the two drinks and placed them on the counter opposite, opening up the vial.

Guilt had been eating away at her for weeks now, especially when she realized that there might be more to the story than she thought. She had complied with your mothers orders, but now she didn’t care.

Heesung walked into the room, “Idiot, what are you doing?”

Winter ignored him, putting a few drops in each glass and mixing them in. Heesung took the vial from her when she kept it down, inspecting it, “What is this?”

“Took it from the luggages”

“You stole? You could get fired!”

“I know that!” She snapped before sighing, “But I stole it from a criminal, so it’s even.”

Heesung raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice, “The Qians?”

Winter nodded, “A drug.”

The boy wondered if he should ask, if it was worth it to do so. Winter took the glasses and placed them back on the tray, turning back to Heesung, pointing to them. “Kun and Y/n. These two glasses are for them.”

“Right. Why should I listen to you again when you’ve spiked their drinks?”

“Because”, she said, “What you’re holding is an infatuation drug.”

Heesung snorted, “So it’s a love potion? I knew you were a romantic Win, but you do know she’s marrying Mr. Akira right?”

“Not if I can help it”, the girl muttered, “She doesn’t deserve it, and is in love with someone else. And it’s not a love potion, it’s a drug.”

Rolling his eyes, the waiter picked up the tray of drinks, “So it’s a love shot then”, he asked, proud of his pun, “And I suppose you think it’s Mr Akira’s nephew?” Still, he pushed the two glasses a little away from each other so he remembered what he was instructed to do. He still thought it was ridiculous though.

“It is, she told me herself, well not that bluntly, but I know it.”

Heesung pinched the bridge of his nose, “And what if your meddling backfires?”

“Wouldn't change a thing., everything is fucked anyways”, she said, “I just want her to have one thing going right for her.”

Winter took the vial back, stuffing it into the pockets of her uniform and straightening out her apron. The smell of whatever was cooking wafted through the air as she composed herself again, “See you later Heesung, don’t mess up the drinks.”

Winter hoped her meddling would pay off

You walked into the dining hall, head held high as you made eye contact with the Qians. Akira gave you his sickly smile, Yuxi with her worried gaze and Chenle still oblivious. Kun looked confused as he watched you approach the table, taking the seat you usually did, before the entire truth came out.

Sitting down, your eyes flitted to Kun’s before you looked down at your lap, plastering on a fake smile and looking at Akira, greeting him.

“I take it you're better?” He asked this, leaning forward, “You must have been really sick, staying away for so many days. It's been a little over a week?”

You nodded, “Yes, I apologize for my absence.” You realized someone, probably Kun had covered for you. The waiter approached, handing everyone their respective drinks, before bowing and leaving.

You raised the glass to your lips, inspecting the table, eyes meeting Yuxi’s who averted her gaze immediately.

She knew too.

Suppressing a scoff, you decided to address the elephant in the room and announce what decision you had come to. You still weren;t completely happy, but it was better than nothing, and you had stood your ground against your mother, who finally agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

“I revoke our little arrangement Mr. Qian”, you said after clearing your throat. He raised an eyebrow at this, a sliver of panic visible in his eyes, “And why is that?”

“I know”

Those two words had held so much, his eyes widened as he stared at you dumbfounded. That dumbfounded expression morphed into one of misplaced anger. “You are not the one to say that.”

“Yes I am”, you said cooly, “I am the one getting married, well not anymore. My mother has agreed and I want nothing more to do with you.”

He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control his anger. “A deal is a de-”

“Alright, I’ll tell you why you should agree”, you said with a mocking smile. Somewhere in the back of your mind you began to feel slightly drowsy, but you pushed it away, looking at Kun once more.

You didn’t want to look away.

The two of your eyes locked and it felt like you were falling. You could almost feel his lips on yours, his hands on your wait, the way he kissed you-

You snapped back to reality, looking away.

“I have a message on the top of my fingers ready to be sent right now”, you said, “To the police about your little dealings and the fact that you killed my father”, the words rolled off your tongue easily, almost as if you were talking about something as mundane as the weather, “And then you’ll be ruined.”

Akira paled, and it was clear who held the ropes over the conversation now. You decided to give him proof, raising your hand that held your phone, finger hovering over a number.

“But this can be avoided! You see, just call off the deal”, you took another sip of whatever the waiter had given you, mind going ever so slightly fuzzy once again. “And I’ll keep silent. No one will ever know.”

He clicked his tongue, “You were my repayment.”

“I know, I was a prop hmm?”, you said, “Not anymore, call this off right now Akira.”

He sighed, as if he knew he had lost. There was no point in fighting anymore. “We’re done”, he said finally, and you smirked in triumph, taking another sip of your drink, “Thank you.”

Winter came around with the food, looking suspiciously at you and Kun, before walking away. You sighed, that feeling of blankness returning. You still had to deal with Kun, of course you did, but you didn’t want to do so now. That would make everything messy, but fuck, for some reason all you could think about was the way he kissed you.

This was bad. You had to stop.

You looked at your food, pushing it away and getting up, sighing, the adrenaline from confronting Akira. Did you expect to win? No, but now that you had, your head swam as you got to your feet, glancing at Winter, nodding your head slightly.

“Goodbye”, you said, “I have no business with you anymore.”

Leaving your dinner and the table, you walked into the hallways and sighed in relief. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could finally breathe again. You made your way to your room, before stopping outside a door, freezing in your place.

That door led to the hall where you and Kun had that water balloon fight. You took a step towards it, placing your hand on the knob, but not opening it. You didn’t want to open it, just wanted to reminisce.

“Trying to run away from us? Or me? Because you’re still slow.”

You whipped your head around, meeting Kun’s gaze, “something like that.” Your voice was cautious as if you were walking on nails. As if you weren’t trying to not stare at his lips.

He leaned against the wall, staring at you as if he was trying to crack a code. His mind went fuzzy as well, the drug taking effect as it had for you. But both of you were fighting against it, desperate to win.

When did winning come at the cost of losing everything you loved?

Loved?

You bit your lower lip, averting your gaze. The tension in the room had risen tenfold, the way the two of you tried to navigate the gray area you had fallen into.You wondered why the world couldn’t be simple, black and white. Why couldn’t it be bad and good? Why did it have to be so complicated?

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. You snapped back to attention, forcing yourself to get out of your little headspace. Looking up, you met his eyes, and by god, you had never regretted doing anything more than that.

His eyes, they were dark, voids of nothingness. They didn’t sparkle like they usually did, shining in the light. Instead they were like pools of ink, no light let in. Gone was the smirk you were so used to.

“I know”, you said simply, realizing it was true. You acknowledged the fact that he was sorry.

A bitter chuckle fell from his lips, “I hate myself for not telling you the moment I found out, but everything was so-”

“Messed up?” You finished his sentence, giving him a crooked smile, “Yeah, I get it. It’s all over now though”

“Over”, he repeated, “Right.”

Silence.

“I don’t want it to be over”

You looked at him, a sigh escaping you, “Kun-”

“You’re you, and I don’t want to lose you”, he said bluntly, “You can hate me-I hate myself, but I don't want it to be over.” You began to feel drowsy again, all you wanted to do was walk away and forget the past two months, because now you were attached. Emotionally.

“But I understand if you want nothing to do with us, with me-”

You took a step forward, leaning towards him and pressed your lips to his, mind going completely blank now. You wanted to melt into him, as he kissed you back in surprise, to forget.

You couldn’t do that.

He cupped your face, kissing you again. There it was that feeling, that feeling of drowning. Make it stop, stop, I want to breathe, you thought, before giving up. You liked the breathlessness, even if you tried not to.

Pulling away, you looked at him one last time, before pushing yourself off of him, away from the door that led into the hall, away from him. Kun watched you walk away, down the hallway, before you turned the corner.

And then you were gone.

You leaned against the railing of the deck, watching the water below you. The ripples were somewhat soothing, as you hummed an idle tune.

“Y/n Osaki”, you turned around to face the owner of the voice, Kun himself. He smiled taking position next to you, “Remember when I said I didn’t know who you were?”

You chuckled nodding, “Yeah.”

It had bewildered you at the time, the way he pretended he didn’t know who you were. Now you wished he really didn’t. That seemed so long ago.

It had been a week since the confrontation, a week since the last kiss. The effects of the infatuation drug had long worn off, but what was real was left behind. All the drug had done was amplify it. You didn’t see the Qian family much after it, making a point to avoid them. You didn’t have a reason to see them anyways, you were done.

Yet you still had unfinished business.

The cruise was coming to an end anyways, so what was even the point? Your life would go back to normal like nothing had happened, even though your world had been ripped apart and was holding itself together by threads.

Kun cleared his throat, “We need to talk.”

“We’re talking right now”, you said, avoiding the heavy meaning in his words.

He sighed, letting it drop for a second before speaking up again, “I didn’t know myself until I asked Akira”, he said, not specifying what exactly he was talking about, but you already knew. “I asked him if you knew who he was and he told me the whole story, and I was….”, he trailed off, searching for the correct word, “horrified.”

“I believe you”, you said softly, “I’ve forgiven you.”

You haven’t forgotten though, you doubt you could ever forget something like this.

Kun didn’t know if that made him feel any better, but he knew he had to get it off his chest. He wondered how he could get you back. You seemed cold again, like the day he met you, closed off and wary of everything. You had a right to be, but he wanted the Y/n he had grown accustomed to, back.

“So”, he said, “Mr. Darcy or Elizabeth Bennet?”

“I thought we agreed on a truce?” You let a smile slip, amused. He grinned, “We did, but I have to know.”

You thought for a second, before inclining your head with a sheepish smile, “I’ll eat my words Qian Kun, Mr. Darcy has grown on me.”

“I’m glad. I won after all”, he said childishly, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Why don’t I tell you something? Infact, I’ll say it in the words of Mr. Darcy himself”, he declared, “I found myself in this mess before I could do anything about it Y/n, and I can’t take what has happened. I cannot fix on the hour or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It was too long ago, I was in the middle before I knew it had begun.”

Your eyes softened as you shifted closer to him, meeting his own. Yours sparkled with mild amusement as you slipped your hand through his, “You do know that’s how Mr. Darcy tells Lizzy he loves her, right?”

“Is it?”, his eyes held the same mischievous glint yours did as he raised your held hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I suppose it’s fitting then.”

And then he kissed you properly, fingers intertwined, wind in your hair.

Were you happy? Not entirely, not yet. You still had duty, you still had to bear the weight of your family name. You had to live with knowing your mother was responsible for your fathers demise, you had to keep it a secret for Shotaro. You had to be perfect.

No, you weren’t happy, but you were getting there.

fin.

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honey-makki · 4 years

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brainrot kinktober- 10/2

icy-hot

Temperature Play: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

warnings: temperature play, oral (m. recieveing)

word count: 1.3k

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Ushijima Wakatoshi is a star volleyball player. That means long days starting with a morning run and ending with an extensive team practice. Away games far more frequently than either of you want that impede on your already limited time together. You’ve learned to cherish every moment you can with him. The domesticity of cooking a meal together, cuddling on the couch while you both watch or read something for work or showering together in the evening.

After games, you have taken up the habit of massaging his exhausted muscles. Running your hands across his back and down his arms. If he’s had multiple games in a row, you slather up your hands with icy hot as you help in the release the tension in his shoulders. His head in your lap as he lets out groans at the sting of release.

You are explaining what you’ve been doing since he’s been gone and the current drama at work. You know that he isn’t really listening but the sound of your voice is soothing to him and brings him a sense of comfort. He always asks you the morning after about your time and that when you can tell him important things and he will hang onto every word.

While you explain the plot to the series you finished while he was gone he lets out a groan muffled by your thighs. Chuckling, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“The cold, /burns/ but in a very relaxing way.” His tone is casual, but a tad /shakier/ than normal. Pleased that you can elicit responses like that, you continue your innocent afternoon routine.

During dinner, you bring up the topic of wanting to try something new in the bedroom. His eyebrow quirks up at your blushing statement, but you decline to comment further than saying the idea came to you earlier in the day. His eyes linger on you a touch longer than normal, and as soon as the last dish is dried and all the food is stuffed in the fridge, he pulls you to the bedroom.

“‘Toshi, I know you missed me but there’s no rush! Why don’t you get undressed and lay down while I go grab what I need?” Never the one to ask questions, he complies with your request. When you return you see him relaxing on the bed in his black briefs, with his hands thrown behind his head.

The heat rushing to your face as his eyes flicker between you and the bowl seems ironic considering its full of ice. “Earlier when you were talking about the cold-- well, i thought maybe-- maybe you’d like ice? But if--”

“Y/N, I’ll try anything you want to at least once.” His voice is confident and full of trust in you and the relationship you’ve built. It’s empowering. You lean down to give him a kiss on the lips that turns a lot steamier than you intended. His mouth against yours is always intoxicating, both of you always wanting more of each other.

As you pull away for air, a soft smile graces both of your faces, one that explains how much you missed each other far better than any words could. Ushijima sighs and relaxes into the bed waiting to see what you are intending.

Placing the bowl on the bed next to his hip you recommend that he closes his eyes to enhance the experience. As you press wet kisses into his neck you grab an ice cube and trail it through the valley between his pecs. The unexpected chill has him jolt up, staring down at you, but you follow the ice cube’s trial with your tongue, providing warm relief.

He lets out a shaky heavy breath that goads you into continuing, swirling the ice cube around his nipple while you gently nip at the other one. Seeing the way his body is reacting to the fairly simple touches has your mind reeling. Usually, so stoic Ushijima has his mouth open letting husky breathes fall out, his eyebrows slightly scrunched together.

You make sure your free hand is busy, running over the chiseled plan of his stomach, softly tugging at his hair, stroking his jaw, landing anywhere to keep Ushijima guessing what would happen next.

The ice cube finally melts and you lick a long stripe up from the top of the waistband to the base of his throat. The instinctual shudder wasn’t from the heat of your mouth but rather, your chin nudging his painfully hard erection.

“Y/N? It’s almost painful. Can we have--”

“You are going to do nothing besides lay there and let me help you out.” You shimmy him out of his briefs and grab a small partially melted ice cube from the bowl. You pick up right back on what you were doing, blowing cool air over wet trails of his tanned skin. Leaving more with the ice cube.

You take pity on him when you see his cock twitch at a swipe of the ice cube over his sensitive nipples. Your free hand reaches down to stroke his cock gently. He melts into your hand in relief that you are finally touching him. Your hand moves slowly, swiping over the tip and using the pre-cum leaking out the top as lube.

Ushijima looks so conflicted, your warm and steady hand giving him some pleasure but not /enough/, the ice cube stimulating his nerves in an equally enjoyable but vastly different way. As the ice cube melts, you quickly change hands, using your cool fingers to rub at the tip.

The cool sensation brings a deep moan out of him as his dick twitches in your hand. A bit of warm spit later, your strokes have increased in speed and grip. Small grunts are falling out of his lips as he subtly rocks into your hand.

With his head thrown back and an arm over his face, he doesn’t see you place an ice cube in your mouth and he doesn’t see your lips wrapping around the head of his cock. The juxtaposition of your warm tongue swirling around teasing his slit and the frigid melting ice cube has him dazed. His back flops down on the mattress after a beat, still unable to process exactly what is happening, just that it feels /good/.

Your head doesn’t bob down far at all, opting to take advantage of how sensitive he is and let your hand work the rest. Your move much faster wanting to bring him to orgasm. The fingernails of your free hand drag over his stomach and down his inner thigh, leaving him shuddering in the wake of the light scratches.

You can see the muscles in his abdomen start to contract and you know he is on the precipes of orgasm before he even grits out a warning between clenched teeth. You know /exactly/ what will push him over the edge, into a well-deserved state of bliss. Your free hand stops teasing his thighs and instead cups his balls and carefully massages them.

You can feel his body tensing up underneath you and the moan coming out of his mouth lets you know that any second now he’ll finish. You take the opportunity to give him a few proper bobs of your head, taking his whole cock in your mouth, gagging at the length but breathing through it. The squeeze of your throat is more than enough to send hot spurts of cum out of his cock. He taps your shoulder to get you to pull off, a signal that he’s too sensitive.

You crawl up his body and lay down next to him after moving the bowl. Cuddling into his arm and chest you let out a please laugh and tease him saying that it sounded like you really liked the chill from the ice.

He quickly slips out from next to you and is now lumbering over you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You’re right, but I like the heat of your tight cunt more”

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Nine

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Sam, Steve

Warnings: gun-related violence (this is the primary theme so please be cautious), language, reference to smut

Summary: With reader back to work in the Tower, new threats arise and new approaches are taken to her safety. Kind of a filler but also kind of important.

Author’s Note: The next part is gonna be a 0 to 100 chapter so please hold while I hammer that out. I usually try to add multiple scenes/days/events but this is just one situation the reader is caught in. It’ll be getting to the primary climax soon though so I’m thinking maybe 3-4 parts left? Unless there’s more drama I want to add later 😈 And as always, feel free to send me a coffee!

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The next few weeks were thankfully uneventful. You had ordered a bed for Steve to put in the living room, including a curtain so he could have a little privacy, especially when Sam woke up extra early to start making breakfast. Bucky kept the inflatable mattress on your floor, but spent every night with you in his arms instead. “It’s safer this way,” he’d say. It was his excuse just in case your dad ever showed up unannounced.

The one time your dad did show up unannounced, Steve and Sam were at your front door with their weapons drawn and Bucky was shirtless in your bedroom doorway with his own gun aimed at your father. Fortunately, none of them were trigger-happy and lowered their weapons when they realized who it was.

Your dad learned three things that day:

1. He needed to call ahead if he planned on stopping by.

2. You were in very good hands in the safety of your apartment.

3. He wasn’t a fan of seeing a shirtless Winter Soldier leaving your bedroom — or seeing a shirtless Falcon and Captain America in your living room, for that matter.

Regardless, you were never worried about your safety when you were home, or even when the boys let you go out and about with them flanking you on every side. Needless to say, you didn’t go out much.

But you were able to go back to work at the Tower, mainly because the boys hadn’t been able to properly train or attend any missions while you were holed up at home — and it looked like things were clearing up around you. Your dad said one of them would have to stay with you even if the other two went on missions and had fortunately let you choose who that one lonely man would be. Not that you’d ever let Bucky actually be lonely.

The media buzz over you had died pretty quickly, but there were still a few relentless reporters that would crowd around you when you left Stark Tower. You always parked under the building where none of them could get in, but that didn’t stop you from going out to get lunch instead of staying inside and having it delivered. The weather was getting warmer and you wanted to get out while you could.

One gloomy Thursday, your dad decided to join you, Bucky, Sam, and Steve when you went out for your lunch. There was a falafel place just down the street that you liked, so the five of you decided to make it a group date, of sorts. Bucky was nervous at first, but you assured him it would all be fine.

“If you get a little cozy, just blame it on staying close so no one else can,” you said, holding his jaw in your hands. “You’re just keeping me safe.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead as you stood in the middle of your lab. You weren’t required to have protection while inside the Tower, but Bucky insisted on visiting when his training hours were over.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he said softly. He pulled your hands from his cheeks and kissed your knuckles before tugging you out of the lab to meet the rest of your lunch crew at the elevators.

Now that everyone knew who you were, you were able to be more playful and casual around your dad. Things that would usually have earned you some questioning stares from your work friends instead led to laughs and high-fives. You could make jokes and digs without getting in the same kind of trouble as Sam or Bucky. Steve still had the most immunity.

That was one of those days. You and Steve poking fun at Tony and making playful jokes he was quick to quip back at. The five of you were alone in the elevator the whole trip down, probably because Tony had Friday set to not allow anyone else in when he was in the lift.

Everyone was all smiles and laughs until the elevator doors opened. You took about three steps before you were practically tackled to the ground, a loud bang followed by the sharp ding of metal on metal stunning you more than the pressure of a body pressing against yours. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the plaster of the wall above you shattered and crumbled around you at the sound of another loud bang echoing in the Tower lobby. None of the debris actually hit you, probably because of the large, heavy body of your boyfriend curled over yours.

Since you were on your hands and knees, you turned just enough to see Bucky’s blue eyes blown wide as he looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked frantically.

“I--I think so?” you replied, not entirely sure what you were supposed to be okay from. You hadn’t really processed what was happening, just that Bucky was completely covering you with his body. “Are you okay?”

He just nodded. “The bullet hit my arm, no damage.”

“The bullet?!” you half-screamed. “Is anyone hurt?” You pushed against his metal arm to see the rest of the lobby; everyone was crouched to the ground, and the sound of more bangs and dings of Tony’s suit getting hit told you why. Tony was just a couple feet from you, letting his Iron Man suit build around him, but started waving his hands at you, shouting “get her out of here!”

Bucky’s arms swooped under you and he swept you past the elevators and stairwell to a back room that only unlocked after Bucky scanned his hand in a hidden compartment. The door opened to a separate, smaller stairwell that you assume only led to the Avengers’ floors… 30 floors up.

“This way,” Bucky said, drawing your reluctant gaze from the towering steps to a hidden elevator behind the staircase. Thank god.

He quickly ushered you in and pressed the button for the private rooms. You’d never been above the common rooms, save for the one time you sat in Bucky’s room after surgery. Your eyes flicked to Bucky’s that were already trained on you looking for any injuries.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. His hands rested on your shoulders, his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned your face and body again and again.

You just nodded, still trying to process having literally been shot at. But the secret elevator was much faster than the main elevator because you arrived at Bucky’s floor seconds later. He grabbed your hand and led you to his room, keeping you close and constantly looking around even though only verified Avengers could access this floor.

“Your dad set up a whole plan in case something like this ever happened,” he explained. “We’re supposed to stay on this floor until one of them comes to get us. Chances are you’ll end up working from home again since you’re somehow safer there with us than here with everyone.”

He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t blame him. You assumed you’d be safer in and around the Tower than in your apartment. Your apartment didn’t have all the gadgets and gizmos the Tower had. Sure, you had installed your own security system and now had constant video recording, but the Tower had Iron Man.

“Are you okay?” you asked again. Bucky looked up at you with his eyebrows drawn together, but nodded at your question. “Are… are dad, Steve, and Sam okay?”

It was harder for Bucky to answer that when he didn’t know. He silently pulled up the Tower video feed on his TV and found the main entrance. Tony already had the shooter face down on the ground with blasters aimed at him and an iron boot on his back; Steve and Sam were checking on bystanders. Knowing the rest of your little team was safe eased some of the tension in your body, but that just made it easier for you to realize you had nearly been shot.

“Thank you for saving me,” you said quietly. Bucky stepped closer to you, letting you wrap your arms around him as you forced back tears brought forward by the onslaught of fear that ran through you.

“I’ll always protect you, princess,” he said just as softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and just held you. It was just as important for him to hold you as it was for you to be held by him. While his embrace helped ground you and reminded you that you were okay, it reassured him that you were safe with him.

Bucky had grown so used to being the cause of people’s fear, not their source of comfort. You changed that.

You just stood there in each other’s arms for a while, needing the security to calm both of your nerves.

“Can we just… lie down?” you asked.

Bucky had never seen you this fragile before. He always saw you as his spunky little spitfire, so seeing you gradually crack and splinter as the seconds ticked by made his own heart break. Without a word, he led you over to his bed. He laid down first, letting you curl your legs over his abdomen and rest your head against his shoulder.

“I know you’re physically okay, but do you wanna talk about it?” Bucky asked softly.

You were quiet for a second, nervously playing with the hem of his t-shirt. It took a few minutes, but the gravity of what just happened ran over you like a freight engine and your mind wasn’t having a good time trying to get back on track.

“How many shots were fired?” you finally asked.

That’s not what he wanted you to ask.

“I counted five before we got out.”

The pause before your answer just made Bucky’s nerves even more frazzled. He wasn’t used to consoling anyone. That was Sam’s specialty, not his.

“Someone tried to shoot me five times,” you said solemnly. “Someone tried to… to kill me five times.”

“Hey, no,” Bucky hushed. “We’re not doing that. When I said I’ll always keep you safe, I meant it. I can’t lose my Build-A-Bear. Those things are expensive,” he teased.

You huffed a soft laugh before snuggling your head against his chest. With his right arm wrapped around you to trace his fingertips across your skin and his left hand hooked over your calves, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep. The stress of what appeared to be an attempted assassination didn’t sit lightly on your shoulders.

Bucky managed to stay awake, slowly and carefully grabbing his remote to find something to watch until he received word to let you go.

Nearly three hours later — after Steve, Sam, and Tony had spoken with the police and tried to get some info out of the shooter — all three came barreling into Bucky’s room, quickly silenced by the sight of you sleeping on Bucky. You had adjusted your position in your sleep, slipping your body between Bucky’s legs and resting your head on his abdomen. This left him to play with your hair since you were too low for him to continue to hold. He knew you’d have one hell of a time getting to sleep later that night and probably hold your messed up sleep schedule against him until you got back on track, but he wasn’t going to wake you up.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, more curiously than accusingly.

“Uh, she seemed pretty, um, unsettled by the whole thing and just wanted me to, to hold her,” he explained quietly and slowly, attempting to avoid revealing anything.

Tony just nodded in understanding.

“When she wakes up, I want you to find me.”

The way he said it didn’t sound upset or threatening, but Bucky felt ice shoot up his spine at your dad wanting to sit down with him — and only him. Nonetheless, he nodded as everyone left the room.

When you woke up not long after, he made sure you were okay before leaving to “talk things over with the guys,” he said.

Tony was waiting for Bucky in one of the conference rooms. He didn’t have anything with him other than his phone, so Bucky figured he wasn’t in any trouble… but that just confused him more.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fire you for… cuddling with my daughter,” Tony said with a cringe. “Take a seat, please.”

Bucky hesitantly sat across from Tony, clearly still worried about what was going on. Tony’s silence was unnerving.

“[Y/N] is going back to her place full time. I’m sure you already figured that out. You three musketeers are clearly better at keeping her safe than I am. And before I continue, I need to say that Sam’s a good guy — most of the time — and Steve’s… something, usually something good, even though he loves getting on my nerves. But today, you were the first line of defense. Don’t think I missed the sound of that first shot hitting you. If you had been on the other side of her, you’d be in medbay right now having a bullet fished out of your arm.”

Tony paused again. He spun his phone in his hands, clearly working up to something and unknowingly setting Bucky on high alert. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Steve and Sam are going to stay with her at her place, of course, but I don’t want you to leave her side,” Tony finally continued. “If she goes into the kitchen for breakfast, you’re in the kitchen getting breakfast. If she goes to the bathroom, you’re right outside the door. That mattress stays right next to her bed. When she wants to order food, you send one of the other guys and stay with her. Bucky.” Tony paused once again. He leaned forward now just to make sure the severity of what he was about to say was fully understood. He didn’t want to say it, but he knew it was the right decision. “I’m trusting you with my daughter’s life. I don’t take this shit lightly and as much as I want to dislike you… you’re the person I trust the most right now.”

Bucky couldn’t describe the emotions running through his brain. Confidence? Joy? Maybe even fear? Sure, it was nice that his boss was giving him such a huge responsibility, but it was something entirely different to hear his girlfriend’s dad say that he trusted him. Wasn’t that part of why you weren’t telling Tony? Would this change things? Could you finally be open with your relationship?

“Thank you, Tony. That really means a lot. Uh, I-I won’t let you down,” Bucky managed to squeak out.

Tony just nodded before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leaving the room. Bucky sat alone in silence for a second to fully process everything. Was it ironic? Tony Stark was trusting the man who killed his parents to now protect his daughter. But wasn’t it already fucked up that Howard and Maria’s granddaughter was knowingly and willingly dating their killer?

Bucky had gone through a lot to come to terms with his past, but moments like this cast doubt on him again. But he couldn’t dwell on it. He had to find you, Sam, and Steve to get you home.

When he got back to his room, he found all three of you sitting on his bed and talking. You were still lying against the headboard with Steve sitting criss-cross applesauce and Sam lying on his stomach. You looked like a group of high schoolers at a sleepover.

“Hey,” he said softly. You smiled and made grabby-hands at him until he sat beside you.

“Slight change of plans.”

Everyone looked at him in confusion, Sam and Steve clearly not up to date on the team’s roles.

“I just sat down with Tony and, uh, I guess I’m basically your bodyguard now.”

“You already have been for a month now,” you said with a confused laugh.

“Well, yeah, but your dad said I’m not supposed to leave your side. Like, if you move to another room, I move with you.” Your eyes widened at this. It felt excessive, to say the least. You were basically already attached at the hip, but sometimes you just need a minute to be alone. “He said I’m the one he trusts most to protect you.”

“Come on, man, you could’ve just told me to go fuck myself,” Sam joked, earning a punch to the shoulder from Steve.

“Aw, you finally got parental approval,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hands.

“I don’t think the approval extends to me hitting it from the back until you pass out,” Bucky chuckled. Sam whistled lowly while Steve just shook his head in disappointment (approval?).

“Speaking of hitting it from the back, we should probably get back to my place before it’s too dark,” you said.

A light knock on your door drew everyone’s attention but before you could see who it was, you toppled over at the force of Bucky shoving your body behind his. You managed to catch yourself on his shoulders to lift yourself up, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck with your head perched on his shoulder. It was admittedly very couple-y, but your dad seemed unfazed in your doorway.

“Hey pops,” you chirped.

“I see I made a good decision,” he said, noting how quickly Bucky hid you from what could’ve been a potential threat. “By the way, Barnes is in charge of this operation now. Sorry Cap.” Steve just held his hands up in surrender. You figured he didn’t mind handing the reins over for once.

“We were just about to head out,” Bucky said. You’d have to make sure this newfound power didn’t go to his head. Which just meant you’d have to get him on his knees…

“I just wanted to give you this.” He held out what looked like the remote scanner cashiers had in checkout lanes. “I know [Y/N] has been getting a lot of fan mail so this will scan up to 20 items at a time for hazardous devices, poisonous toxins, and anything else that’s potentially harmful.”

You hadn’t gone through your mail in at least a week, but you’d already gotten the green light to have the next day — a Friday, thankfully — off after what happened, so you and the boys could hammer through everything and clear off your dining room table.

“Thanks, dad.”

You hopped off the bed and wrapped your dad in a much-needed hug. You both needed one after the stress of the day gradually wore off, but you could tell he needed one even more. You had Bucky to run to; Tony was worried about you. He held you tight and gently scratched right below your neck, just like he would do to get you to fall asleep as a baby. Some things never change.

“I love you,” you said quietly.

“I love you too, pumpkin,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. After another moment, you pulled apart and he went right back into business mode. “Okay, Rhodey and I are gonna follow you guys home in the suits just in case anything happens. Barnes, you’re in the backseat with [Y/N].”

With your dad standing behind you, he couldn’t see you mouth “backseat” to Bucky with a wink. The super soldier’s cheeks turned light pink, but so did Steve’s, which made it hard for you to keep from laughing as your dad continued discussing what changes would be made for your safety.

•

When you finally — safely — got home, you just wanted to take a bath and go to bed. You hadn’t even had supper, but you almost didn’t want to eat anything. If it hadn’t been for Bucky bringing you stuffed peppers courtesy of Sam, you probably wouldn’t have eaten. But he ate his dinner beside you on your bed, then joined you for a long, hot, bubbly bath.

Both of you knew it needed to be a slow night without saying a word. Bucky’s hands lazily ran over your skin before chasing the rinse of water with his lips. He wasn’t rushed or aggressive; he took his time and savored being with you. Even when you were lying in bed and desperately grabbing at his arms, back, shoulders, everything, his strokes were sensual and deliberate. His body acted as a fortress over yours, keeping you guarded from the rest of the world, even if it was just in your bedroom.

And as you fell asleep in his arms that night, he promised himself he would get to the bottom of your attack whether the law wanted him to or not.

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