#i resisted the urge to splurge money

[limitlessmonster]

Title: Burn Down the World Pairing: YinWar Rating: E (nsfw) Multichapter Ch 1 WC: 1600 Summary: “But it was Yin.And for Yin, he would burn down the world as he took himself with it.” A YinWar Partner In Crime AU A/N: Expanded the pain and UST from the YinWar Concert teaser I wrote on Twitter from a few weeks ago. Based on their concert promo mini film. Thanks to the amazing @caedi​ for the stellar graphic and the cheerleading, and to my zucchini @kaijoskopycat​ for the extra pair of eyes. 🖤🤍 Inspired by these two songs.

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                                                       WAR

The hotel room smells like old cigars and stale alcohol.

War never was much of a drinker until Yin, but now as he watches him get ready, puttering around the room with such ridiculous giddiness like a kid in a candy store, he finds himself gravitate toward the happy bottle with more enthusiasm than he cares to admit.

He takes a swig now, the slow burn of it tracing a line of fire down his throat before settling in a pool of lava in the pit of his gut. It should have helped quell his anxiety, should have eased the pang of jealousy he feels but has no right to feel while his eyes follow Yin’s movements across the room as he finishes preparing for their unwelcome guest.

Well, unwelcome to me anyway…

War lets out a humorless chuckle, the sound soft but biting, a far cry from his unabashed laughter that Yin always said crinkles his nose and radiates from his eyes. There would be nothing of the sort radiating from any crevice out of him tonight. He shouldn’t be angry. Shouldn’t feel shunted aside and forgotten. Shouldn’t feel possessive. He scoffs at that and takes another swig directly from the bottle.

Fuck the glass; fuck everything at this point.

Because despite the gravitational pull, the pleasant warmth he feels when Yin’s undivided attention is centered on him, Yin isn’t his. Would never be his despite the voice in the back of his mind that tries to convince him otherwise. This is a partnership. A business transaction. A way to give themselves a better life than anything they could have built working at that shitty restaurant breaking their backs like a pair of fucking servants, dirt poor for the rest of their lives.

“Will you work with me?” Yin had asked him then, sparking the fire in War’s veins that spread and caught like kerosine on crack. He would never admit it, but even then he had been Yin’s already.

***

An hour later, War is well on his way to I Don’t Fucking Careville, half the bottle already making a warm little home in the seething pit of his stomach. It has helped to tether the inexplicable rage, keep it at bay, even as Yin drunkenly sways in disjointed rhythm in front of him like a sad uncle pathetically gyrating the air at some family party. War’s eyes follow Yin’s movements, his head subconsciously (or perhaps a little drunkenly) tilted to the side as he watches Yin lift the bottle to his mouth and take a generous gulp of the expensive bottle of Dom he had insisted on splurging on in honor of their guest. His gaze stays on Yin’s mouth, traces the curve of it, the purse it makes as Yin winces with the alcohol’s unforgiving burn, and finds himself thinking about another drunken night only days ago when that mouth was on his before it trailed like whispered embers down his neck, his torso, following a path that led much farther south than War usually let anyone go.

But it was Yin.

And for Yin, he would burn down the world as he took himself with it.

He swallows hard at the recollection, takes another long swig of the alcohol as a knock interrupts his unwanted trip down memory lane. Yin immediately lights up like a Christmas tree and War resists the urge to throw the fucking bottle.

***

The music plays quietly from the speaker in the corner, some old-timey jazz number Yin had picked thinking it sounded a little like music a stripper could dance to. War resists the urge to tell Yin that the stripper would fucking dance to Hansen’s Mmm Bop if he throws enough money at her, but Yin had wanted the experience to be as authentic as he’s seen in movies. War supposes he can understand the fantasy; encouraged it, even.

Another drink, slow and steady.

Then an eyeroll to end all eyerolls as he regrets his life decisions.

He pays attention to the room now, the stain on the carpet from the tomato juice Yin had spilled trying to drunkenly make himself a Bloody Mary, the scratches on the wooden coffee table from War’s fingernails a few nights before. He closes his eyes, lips hard-pressed into a line so tight it causes him to exhale sharply through his nose at the memory.

Another swig.

He’s going to finish the entire bottle at this rate.

If Yin has noticed anything, he makes no mention of it. Shows no sign that War’s discomfort at having this trashpile bodyrolling in front of Yin as he showers her with a wad of cash is anything of immediate concern.

War doesn’t know if this makes him feel worse or if it makes it easier to forget things they had done together that now takes an entire bottle to almost block out.

Another swig. And then another. The edges of his vision have started to cloud, hazy wisps of fuzz framing everything with a filtered glow. His mouth quirks at that, grateful for it, but cursing it all the same because it’s never fast enough, never potent enough until he’s seen too much, felt too much, before, finally, the forgetting begins.

He drapes his arm over the side of the couch, relishes the numbing buzz he’s starting to feel, the tingle on the ends of his fingertips exacerbated by the acute awareness of Yin’s hand, close enough to touch if his fingers flicked toward it just so.

When the girl twists her blonde strands around her fingertip and gives Yin a cloying look that makes War’s stomach turn, he clenches his fists to pause the tremor rolling through his body, the instantaneous way his breath is sucked right out of him.

He catches Yin lick his lips, his mouth parted in awe and eyes slightly shuttered as the girl undulates her hips toward him, the strap of her trash red lingerie falling down her arm as she uses her free hand to unhook her bra. Her fingers then reach for Yin, toying with his open collar before brushing wisp-soft touches along Yin’s bare skin.

Smashing the bottle tightly gripped in his hand is starting to sound pretty damn good now, if it weren’t such a waste of expensive liquor.

Yin exhales achingly slow in response, and War feels a twitch in his pants, curses his weakness with it. He momentarily tracks the girl’s movement, rolls his eyes and fights the urge to vomit up half the bottle he’s consumed when he catches Yin’s eye. Yin tilts his head toward her, an offering of sorts, come here, have fun, do it for me, and War shoves himself to his feet, feigning sickness and waving off Yin’s silent invitation as he barrels into the bathroom.

A half second is all it takes before his pants are halfway to his knees, the belt buckle only partially undone as he slides his hand into his boxers and exhales relief at the first stroke. He bites his lip, the taste metallic and bitter as he breaks skin. The pain is nothing compared to the wrenching ache that had bloomed in his chest at having been made to watch whatever the fuck that was going on outside the sanctuary of the bathroom.

He grunts as he strokes faster, dropping his head back against the door with a soft thud. Eyelids hooded. Eyes glazed as images of Yin kneeling before him flood his brain like a hit of coke directly into every brain cell his inebriation would allow. His body reacts as it remembers Yin’s mouth, remembers the heat it left on the tip of his cock, the flick of his tongue before he took War into his mouth entirely, devouring him like a man starving, desperate. Reverent.

War keeps pace like that, matching his body’s memory of Yin’s movements, the stunted rhythm, the stifled moans as War had thrusted into the back of Yin’s throat, and sooner than he’s ready, War feels release claw out of him, his free hand clamping shamefully against his mouth as streaks of white spurt at intervals across the tile floor, his body rolling through the sensation in jilted spasms.

He bottoms out, sliding graceless on the soiled floor and breathing hard through his nostrils. If Yin were to discover him, he would never be able to explain without bringing up something else he is fairly sure neither of them want to discuss. He closes his eyes, forces his heartbeat to slow, remembers the way Yin’s eyes had looked at him when he was sure War had been satisfied. The near worshiping way his gaze had darkened, the trail his tongue had left on the split of his lips when he licked away remnants of War from his mouth.

Heat prickles behind War’s eyelids and he presses a palm against them, an imperceptible shake of his head the only thing he allows of himself to mark his inexcusable stupidity. After all, sex and love are different things.

But it was Yin.

And for Yin, he would burn down the world as he took himself with it.

A few minutes later, he hears muffled voices — an argument maybe? — then a shuffle of movement, faint footsteps. A door slams, rattling the paper-thin walls. He’s too tired to see what the commotion is about, too fucked out drunk and frankly, a little humiliated with his own little party to bother leaving the comfort of the small space.

He closes his eyes, exhaustion creeping in, darkness crowding and grasping the corners of his vision, his memories. War exhales slowly, a smile tilting a corner of his mouth, grateful at last that the bottle has started its long-awaited work before he remembers nothing at all.

#yinwar #yin anan #war wanarat #yinwar concert #partner in crime #burn down the world #;fics

[xfilesgirl]

resisting the urge to splurge the little money i have on earrings and shoes and a book but i must resist…i’m saving to buy an electric guitar 💞🪄🏋️

#just gotta get to april - May and then i can buy it 🤞🏼 #im just so bad with money hopefully i don’t spend it before then 🙄

[kernkerr26]

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[moemoemammon]

What about the boys with claws, fangs, traits from their animal avatars that they have and use? Instincts that they have? We know Mammon loves gold but does he hoard anything shiny? Are Levi and Asmo poisonous? I love any monster ideas!

Demon Instincts! (lowkey toxic)

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

pspspsps monsterf*ckers come get y'all juice

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Lucifer

Lucifer doesn't flaunt his abilities openly, but in a subtle way that draws attention to his perfection. But the only person he wants to attract is you.

He won't stoop so low as to use underhanded tactics, but his pride simply won't allow you to go around without properly acknowledging his brilliance.

He constantly calls you into his space to make sure you soak it all up, and it feeds his ego like no tomorrow. And if you say something about it? Bliss.

Something about his aura demands your attention. When he enters the room, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and stand up, and it feels like the air becomes colder.

And that tone of his that whips any demon back in line? It's a literal power he uses over lesser demons. Sparingly, of course. But he's so intimidating that it's hard to even tell when he's using it- (He also finds out pretty quickly that it doesn't work on you >:( )

Mammon

You'd think Mammon was the inventor of the concept of hoarding, with all of his habits. He calls himself a collector, but acquiring more and more stuff for literal eons isn't exactly 'collecting' at that point.

Has an entire closet dedicated to stashing his stuff. I like to think Mammon's got some kinda spacial magic that lets him use that closet as a lil pocket dimension specifically for throwing things into

Anything that seems even remotely valuable is Mammon's go to. And 'valuable' means anything that's prized by ANYONE. If you've got a lucky rock, he'll be tempted to snag it. He sells most things for money, but stuff that's really precious are the things he keeps. Just wait till you find out how many of your things he's got-

Picture an endless sea of riches and junk, and only he can tell the difference between the two. Probably forgets it exists sometimes tho-

Also growls when angry (this is canon). Angry Mammon sitting on his sofa, surrounded by the spoils of his Akuzon splurging, growling at anyone who dares step close to his treasure trove... Oh yeah, MC's in that pile somewhere, too.

Levi

His self depreciation knows no bounds and he can't live up to the pedestal he's put his brothers on, but there IS one thing he knows he can do without much trouble:

Keep you in his room.

Now it's not like he's trapping you or anything, but Levi is a master manipulator with the way he puts himself down and coerces you into pitying him. Don't you wanna stay with him...? No, of course you wouldn't want to stay with a yucky otaku...

His brothers swear he's got a jealous glint in his eye every time he sees you anywhere else but his room. But all you see are his pleading reptilian eyes that almost suck you in... like they're begging you to pity him.

Quite literally toxic. Boy's got a slime fish man coat on his skin, and long exposure isn't too good for your fragile human body.

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, revenge is his favorite thing. It's the reason he harasses Lucifer so much, and whoever else has caught his negative attention. Also nobody can convince me that this man isn't a cat.

He can be HELLA cruel, and watches his enemies squirm. He lures them in with that false smile of his, just to make them wish they'd never met him.

Satan can barely resist the strong desire he has to torment and harass those around him, especially the ones he deems weaker.

A big part of his life is centered around keeping himself calm and collected, so he rarely has a chance to go apeshit. But there always that nagging desire to give in and cause mischief. Good thing it's mostly tame, huh?

I fully believe he's constantly on the verge of going into an untamable frenzy and that's why his brothers are kinda wary of him- 

Asmo

The snuggly, cute, and oh so affectionate Asmodeus tries to be more subtle about the way his instincts show. Specifically, his possessive side.

Naturally has a sweet scent, and it's quite literally addicting. It adds to his allure when paired with those demon eyes of his, but it's such a shame that it doesn't work on you! Boo..~

He's not shy when it comes to marking the object of his affection, and he LOVES leaving his scent behind. Any sort of sho of 'ownership' does it for him.

Why do you think he likes buying you clothes and sharing his perfumes with you? It's because seeing you walk around with something he gave you is a clear sign that he's been there.

He always wants you in his space, and vise versa. Asmo's desire to claim you completely rival the possessiveness Mammon has over you.

Beel

Beel doesn't always know his own strength, and this is especially the case when it comes to his bare instincts.

His strength matches his emotions, so when he's super happy? Crushing hugs. Angry as hell? You already know he destroys things in an fit of rage.

Satiating his hunger is one of the keys to his happiness, and he projects that onto you too. Have you eaten? You must be hungry. Come eat with him. He wants to make sure you're fed. Hungry hungry himbo

STRONG urge to protect the people he cares about. Like he'll go borderline feral if he even has an inkling that someone's in danger. And when he's in a mood, it's hard for you to pry yourself out of his big ol arms.

literally eats his enemies

Belphie

His clinginess knows no bounds and only intensifies when he's feeding into his instincts. He won't let you go anywhere, and either slowly follows you around, or holds onto you

It's pretty endearing from the outside looking in, but everything in Belphie wants to drag you down to his level, so he can always keep you close.

Do you REALLY need to go out today? Just do it tomorrow. Or use your pact and order someone else to do it.

His words have a drowsy effect that seeps into your head, and it's definitely a power that he may or may not abuse to get what he wants. But you're probably immune to it, being the wonderful MC and all.

Also has the habit of literally cocooning you in blankets so you can't leave his bed. It's like he's turning you into a personal comfort object.

#this turned out grittier than I originally planned lmao #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date obey me #shall we date? obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me Asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me fanfiction #obey me writing #obey me fanfic

[halcyon-writings]

foresight

nav

— “so, what do you say?”

you find yourself in a rickety tavern, holding a jug of ale that honestly smelled more stale than what was safe to consume, as you crinkle your nose in distaste towards the smell.

instead you focus on the small group of adventurer’s standing before you. while four certainly was not the least amount of people you had seen, but compared to other groups in the empire, it was almost... sad. but, you supposed, that gave the group a little character. 

blinking out of your reverie, you look at the man looking expectantly at you (but not impatiently, you noted with a pleased hum). blond hair and garbs that were pretty much textbook adventurer wear, at least where you had come from that is.

“ah, my apologies,” you murmur, “i think that ale might be too stale for me to drink... what was your question?” 

he laughs good naturedly, and it seems that his easy-going nature causes his three companions to relax just slightly too. 

“i can’t say much for the ale, but i do hear this place makes a good roast, and if you decide to join us, i’ll treat you to a plate!”

while you silently observe the four once more, you pretend to stare at the wooden mug. (and maybe laugh to yourself about how you definitely could buy more than just a plate of dinner from this place, maybe even the establishment yourself if you felt like it. 

but instead, you had played the part of a humble adventurer, so now here you were. while the idea worked, it took some self-convincing to not suddenly splurge on the more expensive inns with your funds you had collected over the years.) 

“if it’s a bad time, we must not disturb them,” a man with a much deeper voice speaks, he stands tall, clerical robes combined with chainmesh and some armor, like his teammate. 

you can tell there’s a third pair of eyes on you, and the way her arms are crossed, you can tell the purple haired elven woman isn’t exactly a fan of yours. from her thoughts you could tell she thought your act of ignoring their words, despite the group seeking you out, were rude. but the calming hand the first speaker placed on her shoulder was successful in stopping any sort of snappish comment. 

so, you raise a hand, hoping at least they’d see your beckon to sit, “agh, no it’s no bad time, just a little tired from the work, you know how it is...” you get an understanding nod, “i suppose this is why i work alone, my social skills aren’t exactly to par,” you chuckle quietly. 

the purple haired woman has an embarrassed blush on her face, you resist the urge to laugh. 

“i do have a question for you though, sir hekkeran, why seek me out? i thought foresight already had it’s team members already?” from your question, the group appears to share considering looks, silently communicating to which you could respect given how long you heard they all worked together.

then they seem to come to a silent decision, and they look to the man named hekkeran who nods again, “well, we don’t normally divulge this information, but this is about our other teammate, arche.” and soon you learn about the young woman who had come from disgraced nobility, desperately working to earn enough money to find a place for not just herself but for her younger sisters, two little girls who were kept in the dark about their father’s misdeeds but also of the sacrifices being made for them. 

(a part of you that you had believed to be tucked far away stirs at that. the thought of any family having long since passed, at least you had believed so, it was a warm memory, but it only tugged at your heart painfully now if you allowed it to).

you bring your hand to your chin in contemplation, “i believe i understand,” you begin, “so if your offer is still on the table...” you trail off, looking at the trio currently sitting before you, smiling gently when you see the hope in their eyes. 

before he answers, the doors burst open, and a young woman with short blonde hair all but bursts through the doors, “i’m so sorry i’m late!” 

hekkeran grins good-naturedly, “nope, you just made it.”

the girl’s frantic expression begins to relax, and you scoot over on the seat of the booth, giving her room to sit, and rather than subjecting her to the poor quality ale, you offer your canteen of water which she takes gratefully, wherever she had been coming from, it was no doubt in a sprint. the purple haired woman’s intense gaze softens, but only just. 

as the much taller man fills her in, you study the group before you, it was easy to underestimate them, with the way their personalities could be easily be taken at face value, but you could see where their hidden strengths were too, in their team. (but you didn’t live as long as you did without being taught the hard way that such strengths were easily twisted to weaknesses too). 

a naïve part of yourself could only hope they didn’t learn such a lesson too quickly. 

soon enough, the afternoon sun began to set into the evening, it would be time to return to the palace. so you stand, say your goodbyes and walk yourself out, disappearing into the crowd just as easily as you had always done.

#overlord imagines #overlord anime imagines #overlord x reader #mine

[jungshookz]

ok anyway build-a-bear employee!jin who meets y/n bc she comes in to make a new friend after a breakup and he teases her for being an adult by herself in the store and after she starts tEARING UP he’s like okok no!!!! and helps her make the cutest lil guy and records a cute message to put inside

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; employee!jin, i brought you to build-a-bear so obviously this is going to be very floofy (sfw!!) 

➺ wordcount: 4k

➺ what to expect; “…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?”

➺ note; when i told u guys that jin always gets the cutest drabble requests i wasn’t LYING!!! i have my own bear from build-a-bear named blu (he’s dark blue with white stars!! at the age of eight i was not very good at coming up with creative names) so obviously i had to write something for him and his homies

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jin has a love-hate relationship with his job

you would think that working at build-a-bear would be pretty fun - and it can be, sometimes! - but jin can confirm right here right now that it’s not aLL that great

on one hand, he loves the dramatics of build-a-bear because he’s given the chance to act like the whole store is whimsical and that the tiny little heart that he stuffs inside of the bear is full of magic and hope and happiness (he majored in acting in university so his degree is surprisingly very useful here)

but on the other hand… he works at build-a-bear.

this isn’t where he thought he’d be!!! not at all!!! 

he’s basically almost thirty and he works at a frickin build-a-bear

this wasn’t part of his plan!!!

his plan was to graduate from university, get famous from acting in a small commercial because of his devilishly handsome face, and then immediately get signed onto some fancy hollywood acting deal and become internationally known

but, no!

he graduated from university, didn’t get any roles in any small commercials, and had to find a way to make money so had no choice but to find work at his local mall

and to make things worse, his boss is literally five years younger than him

he has this bratty little twenty-two year old constantly up his ass and he haTES it

“you forgot the whipped cream on my frappuccino.” jungkook looks up at jin from where he’s sitting behind the counter before raising his drink, “am i blind or are you just bad at listening to instructions? where is the whipped cream, seokjin? WHERE?”

jin clenches his jaw before leaning forward, “they were busy, i guess they just forgot. and i’m not your slave. i only got you that drink so you’d give me a day off tomorrow.”

“well, since there’s no whipped cream on it, you don’t get a day off.” jungkook kisses his teeth before shrugging

“wha-“ jin resists the urge to reach down and wrap his hands around jungkook’s neck, “are you kidding me right now?? i spent forty-five minutes out of my fifty minute lunch break lining up at starbucks to get that for you! forty-five minutes!!!”

“i don’t know what to tell you,” jungkook hums as he kicks his legs up onto the counter and leans back against his chair, “now get back to work. and remember to smile! after all, build-a-bear is where best friends are made-“

“the new slogan is ‘the most fun you’ll ever make’.” jin raises a brow, “you don’t even know our slogan! how did you become the manager?”

jungkook takes a slow sip of his drink while maintaining direct eye contact with jin

sChLuuUuRrRRRr

jesus christ

his life sucks

jin rolls his eyes before turning on his heel and heading back to the main area of the shop

today’s saturday, so the store is a little busier than it usually is - which is great, because jin works off commission and he thinks he’s pretty good at selling teddy bears

on his best day he managed to sell thirty-eight bears in one day

he also convinced most of the kids that their brand new furry friends needed new clothes and a personalised recorded message in place of the usual little red cloth heart

he doesn’t like looking at the parents whenever he’s egging their kids on to buy even more things because they always look at him like they’re going to kill him

anyways

he could’ve ordered like forty frappuccino’s from the money he made on that day

before he left for lunch today he sold eight which really isn’t that impressive

but, to be fair, the mall usually gets busy after lunch, so now is the prime time to make some sales

jin lets out a breath as he scans the store for any newcomers or anyone who’s noT already being bombarded by his co-workers

he can’t help but snicker to himself when he notices yoongi at the stuffing station conducting a heart ceremony

“-and now you can go ahead and give your heart a little kiss-“

he looks up for a split second and jin takes the chance to blows a sweet little kiss at him

he snorts to himself when yoongi’s eye twitches

yoongi hates giving heart ceremonies but he’s actually pretty good at it!

he’s good with children whether he wants to admit it or not

alright, enough making fun of yoongi >:-)

time to hunt down a new customer…

jin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he walks around the store slowly

ooh, a little boy and his family just walked i- aaand they’ve been swept up by jimin

okay, no problem!

how about those twin gir- nope, too late, taehyung’s approaching them

damn

that would’ve been a good sale, too

it’s fine

he’ll get someone!

oh, wow

build-a-bear has really upped their game since the last time you were here

to be fair, the last time you were here was like more than ten years ago, so you’d hope that they make some changes to the store

…are those star wars themed teddy bears??

that is most definitely a princess leia teddy bear

and she even gets her own little light sabre!

wow

this is a whole new world

“excuse me, sorry…” you manoeuvre your way through the crowd as you continue looking through your options

is it weird that you’re in here by yourself?

the thought of trailing behind a random child in order to blend in with everyone else crosses your mind for a split second

although… a grown woman creeping behind a child they don’t know probably isn’t going to sound good to the judge when you’re standing in court, so maybe you shouldn’t do that

okay

you know what

it’s fine

it’s totally fine that you’re in here by yourself!

stuffed plushies are for people of all ages!!

it’s not just a kiddie thing

you’re FINE

and you have a perfectly legitimate reason to be in here

the only reason why you’re even in here is because…

well, the short and sweet version is that you got dumped two weeks ago.

which means that you’ve been cooped up in your apartment for the last fourteen days

which means your bedroom was starting to smell a little ripe so you thought it’d be good to air out the place and give your poor bed a break  

(also, please, for the love of god, remember to wash your sheets when you get back home later today.)

anyways

you thought that a trip to the mall for some retail therapy would make you feel better!

so far you’ve only been the food court but you helped yourself to a cheeseburger, some onion rings, and a vanilla milkshake

food always makes you feel better

you could honestly go for another round of onion rings right now

there’s nothing quite like the pain of having your heart broken nudge you towards the direction of binge-eating the pain away, is there?

you were about to head into a victoria’s secret to splurge on pretty panties (that no one but yourself will be seeing for a long time) but this build-a-bear caught your eye

a cuddle buddy you could ugly-cry into for the simple price of $35?

obviOUSLY you had to come in

the only issue now is that there are way too many options to choose from

who do you want to take home??

pawlette the bunny?

toothless from how to train your dragon?

you could even take pikachu home if you wanted to

“timeless teddy…” you mutter to yourself as you dig out a teddy bear skin (also, it’s very unsettling that they’re called ‘skins’. like, you know that’s what they technically are, but the phrase ‘i’ve picked out my skin!’ just makes your skin crawl.)

you lean forward a little to read the label on the wall

teddy bears are a timeless way to share love with every hug! timeless teddy is a classic teddy bear with shaggy brown fur and an adorable smile. personalize this classic teddy bear with outfits, sounds and accessories for a huggable gift they'll cherish forever!

hm

perfect!

a classic teddy bear sounds perfect

there’s nothing wrong with going back to basics

also, you’re assuming the ‘they’ll’ they’re referring to here is a child

…

nO

you are doing this

you will buy this teddy bear!

your other option was to go and adopt a cat from the shelter but you can barely take care of yourself right now so that wouldn’t be a good idea

“hello!” you jump three feet into the air when you’re suddenly being greeted by one of the bright-eyed workers, “can i help you find anything?”

you turn around quickly while clutching your teddy’s skin (gag) to your chest with wide eyes, “h-hello!”

oh

hello indeed

you feel your heart drop a little when you realise that you probably look disgusting right now

you weren’t expecting to bump into a veRY attractive super handsome boy today!!!

very attractive super handsome boy with sweet brown eyes and soft-looking hair and the poutiest lips you think you’ve ever seen in your entire life-

thank god you decided to wear the sweatshirt that doesn’t have any stains on it, right?

the one thing you remember from your previous build a bear experience (once again, 10+ years ago) is that the workers here are usually overly perky sixteen year old girls

this guy is not an overly perky sixteen year old girl

well

maybe he’s the perky part

but everything else??

wowie

he smiles brightly at you before tilting his head, “hello. i’m jin!” he points at his name tag, “i’d love to help you out today. were you looking for anything in particular?”

“hi! hello, jin. i’m, um, i’m y/n. i was, uh-“ you clear your throat, “i was actually just browsing, so…”

“oh, perfect!” jin claps his hands together, “let me tell you all about our collections. there’s the summer fun collection, the rainbow friends, the promise pets, the heartables, the classic build-a-bear collection-“

yeah okay

he’s definitely nailed the perky part of the job

“-DC comics, dr. suess, marvel, my little pony, how to train your drag-“

“you know, i-“ you smile sheepishly after interrupting jin, “thank you so much, but i’ve actually already made my decision, if that’s alright.” you hold your teddy’s limp, hollow carcass up before pressing your lips together

“of course that’s alright!” jin takes the skin from you before shrugging lightly, “i figured i’d just let you know of all the other options in case your younger sibling wanted something more extravagant than just our timeless teddy. follow me to the sound station!”

you don’t get a chance to say anything before jin spins around swiftly to head to the back of the store

he thinks this bear is for your younger sibling

okay, you can work with that!

you can pretend like you’re in here for your non-existent younger sibling and certainly not for yourself

“you can choose a pre-made sound from here,” jin gestures to the bins of plastic hearts (there’s a sound option for an ‘into the unknown’ snippet from frozen 2 which is insane), “or we can go ahead and record a personalised message. what’s your sibling’s name?”

you look up at him immediately

“wha- um, why… why do you need to know my sibling’s name?”

“oh! i was just asking so i could give you an example.” jin hums as he tosses the skin over his shoulder and places his hands on his hips, “like, you could say, hey there… sibling’s name, it’s me, your big sister! i love you! or something like that.”

“ah, right!” you nod to yourself, “that makes sense! my sibling’s name is totally normal information that i have no problem giving to you.”

jin raises a brow when he notices you continuing to ramble about how your sibling’s name is something that you will be telling him soon because you definitely know the name of your younger sibling whomst’ve this bear is for

hm

you’re cute but you’re a little odd

“-my younger sibling’s name is… paulette!” you catch a glimpse of a pink pawlette bunny being stuffed before looking back over at jin, “yep. that’s her name. sweet, sweet paulette. sweet little angel.”

“hey, our iconic bunny is named pawlette!” jin beams, “wouldn’t you want to get paulette her own pawlette? instead of a bear?”

the smile immediately drops from your face

oh god

you’ve never been very good at lying

one time in middle school when you wanted to get out of PE you told the teacher that you were in pain and that’s why you couldn’t do anything on that day

and when he asked you what hurt, all you said was ‘…bleeding out of my butt?’

you don’t even know why you said that!!

you could’ve told him you had a headache or something but nO

you told your teacher your asshole was BLEEDING and that’s why you couldn’t participate in baseball

so yeah

lying has never been your forte

but you don’t want pawlette!!

you want this bear!!!

although, it would make sense to get paulette her own pawlette because that’d be an adorable coincidence…

what are you-

what are you even sAYING

PAULETTE DOES NOT EXIST

“okay, you got me!” you raise your hands in defence and jin’s eyes widen in surprise, “paulette isn’t a real person. i don’t have a younger sibling. i’m in here for me. the bear is for me. the timeless teddy is mine.”

“oh…!” jin purses his lips before nodding slowly, “alright! totally get it. the bear is for you.”

why has everyone he’s ever been attracted to turned out to be a little cuckoo?

the expected demographic of build-a-bear are children aged 3-10 (a child aged below three isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because they don’t really do anything but sit there and a child aged over ten isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because… they don’t really do anything but sit there.)

and you… well, unless you’ve experienced some kind of insane growth spurt, you certainly don’t look like someone aged 3-10 years old

“phew! it feels good getting that off my chest.” you breathe out as you lean over and place your hands on your knees, “there was a lot of pressure there to keep lying to you but-“

“how, um, how old are you, by the way?”

jin doesn’t mean to sound like a judgy bitch

he’s just genuinely curious as to why a 21-23 year old would willingly go into a physical build-a-bear store to buy themselves a stuffed plushie

you could’ve purchased one off the online website

also, aren’t there better things to spend your money on?

like… literally anything besides a stuffed plushie??

“turning twenty-two soon!” you get back up onto your feet, “why do you ask?”

“…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?” jin snorts before raising a brow, “i mean, really? didn’t you graduate this year?”

“ah, well…” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck as you feel the tips of your ears beginning to heat up, “i mean, yeah, but like…”

“i’m not judging! some people go on grad trips to party and get wasted after they graduate, and other people go to the mall to build themselves a $35 teddy bear-“ jin laughs to himself before turning around to plop the skin down on little counter attached to the stuffing machine, “anyways, were you thinking about choosing a sound or recording something?”

he spins back around and his eyes widen when he notices that your eyes have gotten red and are starting to water

oh

uh oh

what’s going on?

what’s happening??

are you…

are you crying??

why are you crying??

he was totally kidding!!!

that wasn’t supposed to be mean!!

that was supposed to be playful banter!!!

“oh- oh, god no- wait-“ jin immediately walks over so that he’s standing in front of you and jungkook won’T be able to see that he just upset a customer, “don’t cry!! i was kidding!! i have, like, ten plushies on my bed! i’m twenty-seven and i work at a build-a-bear, if anything, i should be the one crying-”

“i just-“ you reach up to wipe at your eyes as you begin to blubber, “my boyfriend of one year b-broke up with me two weeks ago and i- i just th-thought that a teddy bear would make good company because god knows i’m not in the right mental state to be taking care of a real animal-!”

jin winces when you let out a particularly loud sob and he quickly drags you over so that the two of you are behind the stuffing machine and out of sighT from everyone

crap

he doesn’t even have any tissues on him!!!!

maybe he can pull some fluff out from the machine and you can dab at your tears with that

actually, the cotton might stick to your cheeks if you try wiping your tears away with a fistful of stuffing, so maybe not

“i-i know it’s stupid and humiliating for a grown-up to be in here buying a stupid teddy bear for herself but there’s so much in my life that’s just out of my control right now a-and making this teddy bear seemed like the only thing i could control and i just-“

“y-yes, of course!” jin pulls you into a tight hug (your sobbing is getting a little loud and people are starting to notice so this is the only way he can think to muffle your crying) and strokes the back of your head comfortingly, “i’m so sorry, i had no idea! that makes total sense, of course you can get this teddy bear for yourself…”

he continues to hold you until your sobs reduce to little hiccups and gives a warning look when yoongi mouths whether or not they should call mall security on your ass

when you pull away your eyes are a little puffy and the tip of your nose is red

if jungkook asks, maybe jin can get away with saying that your allergies acted up in the middle of the store

you don’t look like that because he made you burst into tears

not at all!!

“how about we… record a special message for your new friend?” jin digs through the tub to pull out an electronic heart

“i-“ you hiccup, “i don’t really h-have anything i want to say…”

jin purses his lips in thought

hm

stuffing the bear with a heartbeat heart seems way too basic

this is an important bear!

ah!

“why don’t you let me take care of it, okay?” he reaches over and rubs your shoulder gently, “you wait here and i’ll take care of everything. for his stuffing, would you like a soft cuddle bear or a plump one?”

your bottom lip starts to quiver again and you let out a light laugh, “a soft cuddle bear sounds really sweet.”

“then a soft cuddle bear it is.”

“and this is for you.” jin hands you the box over the counter and you take it from him with a grin, “thank you for your purchase! and… sorry about making you cry-“

“oh, god no-“ you snort, “i’m sorry for bursting into tears and loading all of that on you-“

“it’s totally fine!” jin shakes his head, “you’re definitely not the first person to start crying in a build-a-bear, so there’s absolutely nothing to feel bad about.”

“right! right, of course.” you nod and press your lips together, “anyways, thanks for helping me out today, jin.”

“of course! it was a pleasure.” jin clears his throat

it’s pretty clear that the two of you want to continue talking to each other, but…

jin doesn’t usually practice his flirting skills when he’s at build-a-bear, so pardon him for being a little rusty

“so… see you around!” you chirp, “i’m just gonna-“

“wait, uh-“ jin wipes his hands down on the back of his pants, “i… i don’t know if maybe this is a little too soon for you or… and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but… maybe i can treat you to an apology corndog or something sometime? i don’t know. this mall doesn’t really offer fine dining, so a corndog is really all i can-“

“yeah, i would love that!” you nod enthusiastically, “an apology corndog with you sounds great. i mean, a regular corndog would be fine too, but- d-do you… want my number?”

also

this isn’t you rebounding or anything

this is the first time in two weeks where your mind hasn’t been clouded with thoughts of your ex-boyfriend

this is the first time in two weeks that you’re actually happy

jin seems genuinely sweet and you wouldn’t mind getting to know him :-))

also you’re glad that hE was the one who asked

because if you were the one who asked, it’d probably make you look that much more pathetic

and you’ve already made a fool of yourself once today!!  

you sigh happily as you slam the car door shut

you’re about to shove the key into the ignition when suddenly you remember that your bear has a personalised message inside of him

“oh, right!” you reach over to open up the cardboard house that he’s been shoVed into

!!!

you wonder what soundbyte jin picked out for you!!!

you pull him out and smile fondly at the sight of his chubby arms dangling over your hands

cute :-))

this was money well spent for sure

okay, now how do you activate the sound…

there’s a bit of squeezing and poking but you manage to find the little heart inside of him

you perk up when you hear a muffled crackle

“hi, y/n! it’s me, your furry friend… uh… jin bear! if you’re listening to this, it probably means you’re super sad… cry into my stomach to muffle the sound of your violent sobs! …oh, god, probably shouldn’t have said that- anyways, um, i hope you feel better soon! and remember to give me plenty of cuddles - i promise it’ll make you feel better!”

hA

that was actually a pretty good message

(you hope jin texts u soon)

“okay, jin bear.” you murmur quietly as you buckle him into the passenger seat, “time to take you home.”

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[neuronary]

i’m clearing out my google drive because having so much stuff in there gives me anxiety. part three: the no powers tua au where five is actually thirteen (though eight in this prequel-y thing i was writing)

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“Did you know there are over seventeen different potential causes of death in an airplane crash?” Five asked. Luther couldn’t tell if he was being passive aggressive or just morbid.

“No,” he settled on, because it was the truth.

Five didn’t actually say the that’s only a fraction of the ways you could die in space part of his thought, but still managed to heavily imply it by dragging his backpack across the floor of the airport rather than carrying it normally. Luther had tried to talk him into bringing more than two spare uniforms and a set of pyjamas, but apparently that was ‘utterly ridiculous’ and Five didn’t care if it upset Allison.

(Luther suspected it might have more to do with his embarrassment at not having any other clothes, but he, with his endless wardrobe of tracksuits and hoodies, was not in much of a position to criticise.)

“No,” he said sharply, steering Five away from actively growling at a gaggle of staring tourists. “Don’t be rude.”

“They were being rude first,” Five muttered, finally picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Luther eyed him, noting the way he picked at the label on his bag’s strap.

“I know it’s a lot of people,” he said. “They’re loud and it’s really bright in here, but we’ll get on the plane soon, and that’ll be easier, I promise.”

“Piss off, asshole,” Five hissed. “I’m not a child.”

He was eight years old, barely came up to Luther’s hips, and weighed at most fifty pounds soaking wet.

“Okay,” Luther settled on, in the interest of dying somewhere cooler than JFK airport. “Sorry.”

Five huffed and crossed his arms, immediately going back to picking at his bag strap. Luther tilted his head up to the ceiling and wondered if he could find a god to pray to in an international airport. This was going to be a long trip.

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“I look like a kidnapping victim,” Five commented, loudly, once they were seated.

The woman in front of them turned around to give a concerned glance. Luther smiled through gritted teeth and resisted the urge to slam his head into her seat.

“If I was going to kidnap you,” he told Five, because he’d learned it was better to just indulge these trains of thought, “I wouldn’t have splurged on first class.”

It did the trick. Five’s attention immediately turned to analysing the differences between first class, business, and economy, and trying to figure out if it was mathematically worth the extra cost.

Despite four complementary capri-suns, Five insisted on eating the sandwiches Grace had made for him for the trip, and later concluded that first class was not worth the money they’d spent.

“The seat size doesn’t make any difference,” he explained, after almost twenty minutes of obsessive measuring with the clear plastic ruler he’d brought along, “and I already had food with me.”

Luther worked his way through half a bottle of the complementary champagne and privately disagreed.

“You’re a lot skinnier than I am,” he pointed out.

“So you should’ve bought first class for yourself and left me in economy,” Five amended, with all the confidence of an eight-year-old that saw nothing particularly wrong with general child neglect.

(He still had another capri-sun when the stewardess came by.)

#tua #queue #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua fic

[hanmajoerin]

A/N: Did I show up twenty years too late for Ranma 1/2 fanfiction? Probably. Do I give a shit? N O P E. Someone left a tag on one of my Ranma posts saying that Ranma and Akane were a matching set of idiots and I just wanted to explore that. I’m here to try my hand at bringing them to life, keyword: try. Nobody does humor like Takahashi does.

Summary: A collection of drabbles and one-shots where Ranma tries his best to be a supportive husband on Akane’s cooking journey. Post!Cannon, in a faraway future where the world is still whacky but the kids grew up.

Chapter Summary: Ranma Saotome, 22 years old. He’s been the husband of Akane Saotome for two years, but they’ve known each other way longer. His goal? Buy enough antacids to pillow the upcoming blow of his wife’s meal to “celebrate” having the dojo to themselves. Short term damage: stomach ache for the whole weekend. Long term damage: at least six months shaved off of his life.

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Chapter 1: Antacids

“Shucks...” Ranma mumbled to himself, pilfering through the medicine cabinet for the fifth time in the past three minutes. There was an avalanche of first aid kits, unraveled bandage wraps, and a few stray Band-Aids that fluttered around as he continued searching. What a rookie mistake, he mentally admonished with a sigh. Antacids became a staple of his diet as a grown man, so it wasn’t too surprising that his stock was depleted, but he’d known this weekend was coming.

Creeping out into the hallway, Ranma took care to tread on the balls of his feet. If he tried–really tried–he’d leave without Akane noticing. That would be for the best. As he made it to the entryway, the martial artist dared sniffing the air. The regret was instantaneous and he scrambled to bury his mouth in the crook of his elbow. Ranma hoped the trusty red shirt would be enough to muffle his unstoppable coughing fit, but he’d been sneaking out. Everything was so much louder when a person was attempting to go unnoticed. He leaned back onto the wall to steady himself. Whatever Frankenstein creation Akane was whipping up was unidentifiable. And, it already had the potential to send him flying from the Tendo and Saotome Residence to a hospital bed.

“Ranma, where are you going?” Akane asked, stepping out into the hall and wiping her hands on his apron. The man in question felt his spine straighten, his shoulders tensing so far they touched his ears. Over the years, Ranma put blood, sweat, and tears into convincing his wife that instant ramen was her deal and home cooked meals were his. But, as luck would have it, she still experimented when the opportunity presented itself. An opportunity like a husband and a wife having the entire home for the entire weekend entirely to themselves. She wanted to celebrate... Ranma blanched. There would be nothing to do after he knocked back that disastrous medley of a meal except for curl into the fetal position and let his organs writhe in agony.

“Uh, j-just to the store. Realized I need to uh... get some nails for the roof!” He lied, but Akane was in such a good mood that she hadn’t sensed the hesitation, hadn’t heard the hitch in his voice.

“Could you pick up some jalapeno peppers for me while you’re out?” She asked with that smile that could send him to his knees in the best way but now left them quivering in the worst.

Don’t run for the camping packs, don’t grab the backpacks in Pop’s room, don’t think about how they’re already stuffed with supplies to flee from Akane’s fever drea–

“Ranma?”

Ranma swore his life was flashing before his eyes. He gulped, big. I think I just remembered the first time I took a breath. “Uh, yep, I’ll pick it up for you.”

He’d buy his wife a bell pepper. A green sweet pepper. She wouldn’t know the difference. After all, nine out of ten times she couldn’t even tell heads or tails from motor and vegetable oil.

“It’s for us!”

“Oh, oh man...” Ranma mumbled before squaring his feature into focus and offering his wife what had to be an unsettling smirk. Not that she bothered to analyze it. “I’ll be back!” He announced, offering her a parade caliber wave after he slid on his black flats.

“Take care,” Akane said, turning back to the kitchen.

-x-

The bite of winter snuck through his blue jacket and Ranma shivered. Guess it was better for winter to nip at him than whatever was simmering at home. The martial artist shoved his hands into his pants pocket, kicking at the sidewalk as he made his way to the nearest convenience store. “Aw geez, why’d I have to fall for a tomboy who cooks like Ryoga reads a map?” He grumbled, knowing that his excellent skills in the dojo could never help him dodge Akane’s cooking.

Of course, he hadn’t been expecting an answer, but the universe always seemed to be listening. The light of the 7-11 sign was his answer. It felt like salvation. Ranma’d storm in there and clear the entire shelf of its antacids, splurge now so he’d never have to come back. That was his fever dream.

When the bell tolled, signaling his entrance, Ranma swore he’d found nirvana. The martial artist beelined to the small produce freezer first, sighing in relief at the sight of a single bag of mini-peppers. They were illuminated perfectly under the lights, and sure, they didn’t match the color of a jalapeño, but they were close enough in size. Akane probably wouldn’t think anything of it. Ranma greedily snatched them up into his hands. Nirvana, salvation, and now a living Buddha. The gods came through for once.

Next, his feet walked him to the antacids. Ranma visited this place so often, he knew the isle they were in by heart now. Although he promised to buy out the store’s supply, Ranma resisted the urge and picked up three bottles instead. If Akane saw him walking in with so many all at once, he’d have to grit his teeth and eat dinner without knocking ‘em back. Akane wasn’t below that kind of stunt. Ranma shook his head.

“Good evening,” the cashier stated as Ranma all but slammed his items onto the checkout counter. The kid looked sharp enough. Skinny, brown eyes, black hair. The lucky bastard probably never ate a burnt piece of toast let alone an entire fiesta of flavors that somehow tasted the way painful was spelled. “Heartburn bad lately?” He asked, naively.

Ranma clenched his fist, closing his eyes and letting a rogue tear fall. “Listen pal, my wife and I’ve got the house to ourselves this weekend. You’ve never had her cooking and you don’t want to.” Ranma reached below the counter and threw an extra travel sized bottle of antacids onto the counter for extra measure.

The cashier blinked a few times, making Ranma scowl. He knew it. Pulling out his wallet, the cashier quickly bagged his items. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Your total is 4,237 yen.”

Ranma placed the money into the styrofoam tray, more tears filling his eyes. They glistened like dew under the harsh yellow lights. “These might not even be enough to save me.”

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[orbitariums]

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note: hey y’all welcome back!! the chapter we’ve all been waiting for is hereee honey chile.

jusss so you know there will not be smut this time around. i took y’alls opinions and my own opinions into account and decided it would be best!! sry if you’re disappointed, i promise u will get smut. and since i’ve made my decision n planned it out it will be juicy and perfeeect. for now i hope y’all enjoy this chapter ! <3 it’s the longest yet so buckle up and share your thoughts with me!!! love u. 

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     Steve was resisting the urge to pace back and forth in his room that morning. He knew that any minute now, you would receive his gifts, and see the ticket. He was a bit nervous. He just wanted everything to go well. God forbid someone find out by accident and not only ruin the surprise, but discover what you and Steve had been up to.

     Or maybe you'd changed your mind — no, you wouldn't, not without talking to him first. He was really just anticipating the moment he knew you'd actually seen the gifts, which he wouldn't know until you contacted him.

He kept looking over at his phone, glancing down and waiting for the screen to light up with your name. But he knew this was unhealthy, sitting around, waiting for your response. He had nowhere else to go, but he'd retire to the kitchen to make some coffee. Granted, it didn't really do anything for him, but it filled in the time, and distracted him from waiting around for your response.

The clock ticked on as Steve waited. Drinking coffee and reading the paper could only take up so much time out of his day. Soon enough, he was back to waiting. And waiting. Until...

His phone seemed to be ringing with more ferocity than he ever remembered, and he practically snatched it off the table in the meeting room, causing several eyes to glance up at him. He blushed, smiling awkwardly,

    "Gotta take this."

He accepted the call without even looking to see who it was, hurrying out of the office and into his room in brisk, long strides, speaking hurriedly into the phone,

    "Hello?"

    "Steve! Holy shit!" it was your voice on the other end, and Steve was relieved to hear it. Now he could stop anticipating, stop worrying. His heart was soaring just hearing your voice, and he knew you'd received his gift. He was hardly listening as you went on and on, not saying much of anything, just shouting excitedly into the phone.

Once you'd opened the envelope again to see the single plane ticket which read DESTINATION: MANHATTAN with the date and time printed elsewhere, your mouth literally dropped open. It was as shocking as the moment Steve revealed his face to you, but the context was oh so different, and so much better, even. Of course you'd been expecting to see him, and you knew it would be soon, but you hadn't expected it to come about in this way at all. No, not at all.

    Your heart pounded and you dropped the ticket onto the floor, swiping it right back up like it was a check for a million dollars. And those butterflies in your stomach went wild. Your mind was a blur, but one thing was clear: you were actually going to meet Steve. Maybe your reaction would've been different had Steve done this in a more mundane manner, but he had taken you completely by surprise.

    And honestly, you were over the moon with excitement to meet him. So, rightfully so, you were freaking out. You had tripped over yourself trying to find your phone, your hands trembling as you called him.

Steve was grinning from ear to ear at the sound of your voice. He'd never heard you so ecstatic, so happy over something which he was anxiously awaiting your reaction to. And it settled in for Steve too - he was really going to meet you. It was as big a deal to him as it was to you, and the days of waiting only made you both more antsy to meet.

     "Oh my god!" you squealed again for a final time. "Are you for real? How long have you been planning this, how — did you know about this before I went out with my parents? How the hell did you pull this together, how did you- oh god, I should let you talk. But, fuck, seriously? You're serious right now?"

     "Hundred percent," Steve replied, still beaming, closing the door to his room behind him.

You went off again, shouting expletives and declarations of joy into the phone. You knew you weren't being very mindful right now, but fuck it if you weren't. You didn't get nice things like this often. The fact that Steve had taken you seriously and took the dedication to make this happen when you knew it wouldn't be easy? Your reaction was completely validated.

     "You're fucking amazing. You know that?" you blurted, unable to hide your praise, making Steve's cheeks heat up yet again, the curve of a shy grin appearing on his lips.

     “You're sweet," Steve uttered out, his heart feeling warm.

     “Are you blushing, Stevie?" you teased, and he laughed.

     “To answer your other questions. I've been planning it ever since we spoke about it on Facetime, during your party. But I didn't finalize plans until last week. And no, I didn't know about it before you went out with your parents. How'd I pull it together? Well, it was complicated, I had to do a lot of things very discreetly and plan out when I can take time off so I can be with you. But it's not that hard to get plane tickets- granted, it's a private jet—"

You didn't even let Steve finish talking or let that process in your mind before you blurted out,

     "Private jet?!"

You thought nothing more could surprise you, but here Steve was, full of surprises. And honestly, you hadn't expected anything fancy. You figured he'd just pick you up from the airport after an economy flight, and that was enough for you. A private jet, though? It was unfathomable. You'd never even been on a plane past standard class.

Steve's eyebrow raised - had he done too much? Honestly, everything that went into this took a lot of internal debate. He didn't want to do too much, and he didn't want to do too little. But, he figured, after all you two had been through, after all you had been through, you deserved a bit of luxury. Besides, that wasn't all Steve had planned — you didn't know it, but you were in for even more of a shock.

     "Is it too much?" Steve muttered, and you scoffed in disbelief,

     "Hell yeah. Steve, I can't afford to pay you back, I-"

Steve's brows furrowed together as he laughed, realizing why you were reacting this way. He had considered how you might react to the extravagance Steve was planning, but he should've known you'd act like you now owed him something.

     "Come on, princess," he drawled, his voice seeming to drop a few octaves unexpectedly. At the sound of Steve's voice deepening and the new nickname he'd donned for you, you felt your face warm up. "You know you're not paying me back."

You took in a deep breath, suddenly finding it a bit hard to breathe, fanning yourself. You liked this side of Steve for sure. But, that didn't mean you wanted to be super spoiled. You were used to getting special treats from customers, sure, but that was different. That was for work. When it came to romances? The last time you'd been "spoiled" was when your ex-boyfriend gave you flowers, and that was hardly spoiling. You realized now that that was the bare minimum.

So, you weren't used to being spoiled, hell, even really being taken care of by people, be it your parents or your romantic partners. It was a part of the reason you had always felt like you had to ask to be loved, a habit you had to teach yourself to grow out of. Steve didn't make you feel like you had to ask for anything.

     "Right. I just..." you sighed loudly, pressing a hand to your hot forehead. This was a lot for you to take in, overwhelming in the best way. You couldn't believe this was your life right now. "I don't want you to feel like you have to — I mean, it's just... why?"

Steve laughed, shaking his head. He found it adorable how stunned you were by his gestures. He wanted to fly you out and make it an experience. Steve wasn't usually one to go big, so he even surprised himself in his actions, but he thought it was all worth it. It was so unlike him, so unlike anything the Steve a few months before would've expected of him. Out of anyone he knew, he felt like you deserved it.

     "Because you're you. And you deserve it. I just want to make this day special. I figure, why not splurge and go all out? And since you and me both care about the environment, I sent in one of Tony's environmentally friendly jets. Do me a favor, don't push this away. You deserve a treat. You're so hardworking and the gift of seeing you is something I could never repay... but I could at least try."

You felt your heart warm at Steve's words, sinking into your couch with a hand on your chest, feeling your heart flutter as you cooed,

      "Steve, you're such a darling. I... this is the fucking craziest and best thing that's happened to me in a long time. But... just promise me this isn't the beginning of a sugar relationship, because that's not something I'm into."

You were half-joking, but you were serious. Steve didn't seem like the sugar daddy type, but in any case you didn't want being with him to mean that he supplied you with your every need and then some. You didn't side eye people who sought that out, but you were so used to being on your own and making money the way that you did, that someone genuinely devoting all their time to paying you just for existing felt unnatural. You weren't the type to sit back and get paid for nothing. While you understood the appeal, you just couldn't feel comfortable doing it. And you didn't want Steve to think he could buy your time, though you knew he didn't think that.

    "I know. Don't worry, that's not what this is. Just special treatment for a day, is that alright?" Steve asked.

    "It's more than alright," you gave in — you knew Steve had good intentions only, but it was still hard for you to accept that someone would do this for you just because. You were trying to get used to your energy being reciprocated — more than reciprocated, it was overflowed. "I can't thank you enough, Steve. Really."

       "Don't worry about it. I look forward to seeing you," Steve said, and the words felt like a relief just to say them, now that he knew it was a reality.

      "I'm counting down the days," you trilled, laying back on your couch with a dazed smile on your face.

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    "Since when do you have family in New York? Thought your whole fam was California born and raised." Aaliyah quirked a brow, pinching the straw of her strawberry daiquiri.

     "Since... now, I guess," you shrugged.

You were lying your ass off. You had to make up some excuse to Aaliyah as to why, in a week, you would be leaving to New York for two weeks.

    "Huh," Aaliyah furrowed her brows, running it over in her mind and then shrugging. "Well, I'll miss you. Who else am I gonna get drunk off my ass with in the middle of the day?"

You laughed, squeezing Aaliyah's hand. You felt a bit bad for lying, but it was what you had to do for now at least, until you felt comfortable enough to reveal your secret. So you didn't dwell on it. You weren't hurting anyone, and you were honest with her about everything else but this.

     "It's two weeks, not a year."

Aaliyah's eye twitched and she glared at you,

    "Two weeks is a year."

    "I'll write," you rolled your eyes playfully, and she nudged you from across the table.

    "You better."

      In the days leading up to your big day with Steve, you stressed about every little detail. What did you need to pack, what could you leave at home? What clothes should you bring? Would Steve want you to bring something in particular to wear, besides the lingerie he'd bought you? Oh of course not, he wouldn't give a rat's ass what you wore. You didn't know it fully yet, but you could wear a t-shirt with holes in it and dusty sweatpants and he'd still see you as a perfect ten.

    You packed for a few days, and you talked to Steve everyday since that day. Sometimes you could only text, but luckily you could call most of the time. You talked to Steve about norms, as in just basic rules you both had to follow when you were together. It wasn't meant to be restrictive, it was meant to be smart. Neither of you wanted anything getting out before you were ready, so there were precautions you would have to take. You understood that.

     Steve was just as, if not more, nervous than you were about the whole ordeal. He was the one in charge of making sure things went right, making sure you were safe, putting everything together just to see you. He was eager to see you, but you were both full of nerves. Today, you had no time to be nervous — because you were on the way to the airport.

    As requested, you updated Steve about everything. Right now, you were in the backseat of the comfortable uber that Steve sent to you. Your nerves were on one hundred right now. You couldn't stop crossing and uncrossing your legs in the backseat of the black SUV, wiping nervous sweat off your palms.

Steve texted you back, reminding you that you'd be alone at the airport besides the staff. And you knew that hours later, at an airport in New York, he'd be waiting for you. The whole ride there, you stressed about what Steve would be like in real life- what he'd look like, how he'd greet you. You were sure he would be just as sweet as he was over the phone, if not sweeter.

    But god, did the thought of closing the distance make you nervous. You thought back to the day you and Steve first spoke, how different your life was then, and how this wasn't even something that registered to you. You didn't know Steve back then, didn't know who he really was. There wasn't even a chance that you'd even think about this. And now, here you were, about to meet the man you'd found under such strange circumstances.

    When you arrived to the airport, you almost didn't want to look out of the window. You didn't want to see what you knew was right outside — that big, private jet that you just couldn't ignore, darting your eyes towards it once from your car seat and never being able to look away.

    "Here you are," chirped the friendly driver, opening your door for you. You were frozen in your seat, hadn't even taken off your seatbelt. The driver looked at the private jet, then at you with a warm smile. "Lucky you."

You refocused, back to planet Earth, and let out a shaky breath. You hadn't even stepped on the jet and already you were going through rigor mortis.

     "Yeah," you replied with a bit of a neurotic laugh.

    You unlatched the seatbelt and wobbled out of the car— when had your legs turned to jelly? You were trying to contain yourself, trying not to act like a fool over something so material, but God, you thought. Nothing had ever been so majestically presented to you. You'd never been with anybody who had the means to do this, and that didn't matter, because you'd never been with anyone who would make these grand gestures just because. You weren't asking for a private jet, but from the way you'd been treated in your past relationships, you'd think that you were.

    "Holy shit," you murmured under your breath, and lurched forward, the driver carrying your luggage behind you. The steps to the jet were already at the floor, and all you could do was stand at the foot with wide eyes. You could see the staff were kindly waiting for you to come in, and you called up to them, awestruck. "Do I just go in?"

    "Come on up, Miss! It's all yours," a staff member encouraged you, calling you by your last name like you were some important administrator.

    This did something for you. You made a livable wage, and had some leftover for the occasional treat— like selfcare or stuff for your cam shows. But this was the life of a millionaire. And although you resisted initially, the fact that you knew Steve had arranged that you got treated with the utmost respect during your travel made it a lot harder for you to.

     You weren't on some sort of power trip, but this once again proved the kind of gentleman that Steve was. It made you feel more comfortable, knowing that you'd be treated like you belonged here, when you felt anything but. He cared about you, and you'd never really had that before. Not like this.

     You actually stepped foot inside, and when you saw what was before you, you audibly gasped, brows raising far up your forehead. You'd never seen anything like this. Sleek, modern furniture adorned the interior of the jet, which stretched so far you didn't think it'd be possible to see everything. You nearly panicked — there was no way Steve had done all this for you. No way.

    It was basically a mansion, compacted into a private jet — which sounded like the most ludicrous thing you'd ever heard of. Everything inside had a color scheme, cool neutrals and splashes of color here and there. The seats were plush and huge, leaving leg room for days. There was even a big TV screen in the middle of this particular section. Everything about this screamed luxury.

    "Welcome! First time on a private jet?" Eliza, an employee, asked, and her presence was a shock to you — you were too busy staring in awe at everything you were seeing.

     "Yeah... is it noticeable?" you joked, a hand over your chest.

     "I won't say," she grinned, and you shook your head, chuckling.

     "This is all so... amazing. I-I've never seen anything like this. It's like, you see it in movies and online but... but for someone to actually bring it to me? Just because?"

     "He must really like you," said Eliza— of course, she didn't actually know who he was.

    "Yeah," you said tearfully, trying to avoid crying and becoming even more of a mess than you already were.

Thankfully, you weren't scared— just amazed. You were sure you'd settle in at some point, but right now, you were kind of in paradise. You just had to get used to it first.

    "Please, sit anywhere! Or I can give you a tour, let you get accustomed."

    "Please," you answered immediately. Maybe after she showed you everything, you'd feel a bit less overwhelmed.

You let Eliza lead you through the jet, showing you all of its amenities and rooms. Each time you thought nothing more could surprise you, there was something new up until the end.

    For one, there was a kitchen where a team of chefs would work to serve you - some of your favorite things were on the menu, mimosas included. Steve had really been paying attention when you spoke to him about the little things. You didn't realize how much he genuinely enjoyed talking to you, how he died to hear the most trivial things about you and compartmentalized it.

    Hell, there was even a bedroom with your name encrusted on a gold plaque attached to the door - ridiculous, you thought, but so amazing. Attached to that bedroom was a full bathroom. Everything was top tier, nothing surprising considering this was Stark property, but still, it was crazy to see. By the end, while you were glad you were familiar with everything on the jet, you still couldn't help but feel floored.

   You felt like a princess - adorned with special privileges you'd never even thought of in your comfortable little life in sunny southern California. Steve was opening up a whole new world of options to you, and doing it so gracefully, and just because? It was the definition of being treated like royalty.

    You were a logical woman, and you had a good hold of your emotions. You didn't often act "childish", but you felt like you were giving into those giddy girlish feelings that only Steve evoked. But you were still young, still someone who liked to have a good time. You didn't want to be in your feelings over material things, but it was so much more than that. You were grateful you were even getting to experience this, but even more grateful for the person who had given you this experience to begin with.

Eliza could see you were getting emotional, and placed a hand on your shoulder,

    "Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. We'll let you know when we take off in a few minutes."

You let out a deep breath. It was all sinking in. Somehow, this was your reality. You took a look around, and shrugged — you might as well take full advantage of it. You slumped your shoulders, dropped all your worries. You were in luxury - you'd act like it, and enjoy it, instead of overthinking for once. You walked into one of the lounge rooms, plopping down on a reclining chair that felt like heaven just to sit down in, sighing as you sunk into the supple plush. Still in awe, you texted Steve, expressing your disbelief and excitement all at once, sending him a video of your lush surroundings.

     Steve grinned when he received the video from you, glad that you were enjoying your time. By how you reacted the other day, he was sort of afraid you might feel too overwhelmed and be unable to enjoy the experience. But all Steve really wanted was for you to have a good day, to feel like you were important. He could do that without getting you a big private jet, but if he was going to fly you out, he was going to fly you out. He didn't mind dropping a bag on you- for him it was nothing, Steve hardly touched his money. He wanted you to feel first class. Hell, this was higher than first class.

He texted you back, telling you he hoped you enjoyed and to text him if you needed anything. But honestly, you didn't think you'd need anything more.

You spent the remaining duration of the flight in the private bathroom, finishing your hair and makeup and choosing an outfit. You weren't stressing too hard over what to wear, but you wanted to look good for Steve. You settled on a white sundress with floral decals that accentuated your features just right. You stood in front of the mirror for a long time, checking yourself out. You knew you looked good, but you were just a bit nervous since you were landing in a few minutes now.

You tried to spend the time waiting for the plane to land by scrolling through your phone, but you found yourself switching mindlessly through apps, your mind blank except for one thing - Steve. Then, you heard the announcement saying that you had officially landed. You had noticed the jet getting lower, but you had been too distracted by your thoughts to notice that you were here. In New York, middle of the day, about to see him.

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Steve was just as nervous as you were, standing in the landing area, which again was empty and private, hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his toes. He was really going to see you, and he knew you'd be everything he imagined and more. He had been waiting here for a good hour, because he didn't want to miss a thing, and now he knew he'd be seeing you in a few minutes, even a few seconds.

And when the door opened, and he saw the figure of you standing there at the entrance, he froze. Even from afar, you were beautiful. And you were real. Not that he'd had any doubts, but after the amount of time he'd spent talking to you on a screen, it seemed impossible that he would really see you in real life, even as he finalized his plans and the day came closer. It still didn't seem feasible. And now, here you were just a few feet away from him, and his heart stopped. Whatever he was expecting, you were even more, which seemed unimaginable. His mouth went dry, he was at a loss for words, and his eyes had never been more blown.

And you would've froze too, if your heart didn't tell you to run. To you, it was a clumsy, graceless run. To Steve it was cinematic, like you were the heroine running right out of the movie screen and towards him, the flash of you growing closer and closer until you were finally there, jumping up at him.

     He caught you with ease as you leaned into him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating against his own, or feel your chest pounding from all the nerves, all the excitement, from the feeling of true fulfillment. Because in front of you was your Steve Rogers, nothing less. You were feeling the same feelings of disbelief. After months of talking, weeks of planning this out, finally it had been manifested. Finally it had happened successfully, without interruption, and you were in front of each other.

You buried your face in his neck, taking in his scent - he smelled like fresh air and clean linen, and surprisingly... like home. And in his arms, you definitely felt like you were home. You actually felt comfortable, like you could trust him, like being in his arms was right, like you weren't moving too fast.

As much as you tried to imagine it, your thoughts couldn't come close to how strong Steve actually was, how much his arms wrapped around you with ease, holding you tight and close and secure, how big and powerful his body was against you. Like no matter what, you would mold into him perfectly, and he would just wrap you up and hold you like you were the best Christmas gift.

     "Ooh, I wanna see your face," you took your face out of the crook of his neck, though you were quite comfortable there.

You pulled back to see him, your arms still around his neck, and he held onto you still, his entire face beaming while he took a good look at you as well. You let out a pleased sigh, a feeling lifting off of your chest like you'd been waiting for this and it had been hounding you - which wasn't far off from how you felt. You reached out and squeezed his cheeks in your hands, doing it without a second thought. It gave you no greater joy than to know that you could do that to him, that you were the only person who could do that to him.

     "Oh, you're so beautiful," you sighed dreamily, looking into his sparkling blue eyes. You'd always loved looking at those eyes over Facetime calls.

You didn't think his eyes could be any bluer than they already appeared on screen. It felt so surreal, being with him. And in the midst of all the surreality, you were filled with an impenetrable bliss. It wasn't shocking, it was more like a dazed feeling, dreamlike. You got what you wanted, what you deserved.

Steve couldn't get enough of you, even with you right here in front of him, legs and arms wrapped around him. If it was possible, he was even more blissful than you right now. And it was a moment of pride for the both of you. Had you continued on in fear, not trusting each other, not trusting yourselves, this would've never happened. It was a huge accomplishment for the both of you.

Steve took in all of your features, and he couldn't deny that the glow you possessed in real life was even brighter than your glow on screen, the same thing that had drawn him to you that very first night. You were glowing, smiling the way you had been before. Just to see you, it was worth the wait. And the feeling of your soft fingers squishing his cheeks had him smiling like a little boy at a toy store.

His eyes drifted down to your glossy lips, which he couldn't wait to kiss, then your bright eyes, and he uttered,

    "You're gorgeous, YN. I can't believe I'm finally seeing you. You're everything I imagined and more."

You couldn't believe the feeling that was in your heart, just from finally hearing his voice in real life. To Steve, your voice was like warm honey toast, alluring and adorable all at once. And his voice was music to your ears, that voice you dreamt of hearing. You couldn't believe anything you were feeling right now. It was nothing that you'd ever felt before, and it made tears well up in your eyes once again.

    "This is so unreal. You're... here. You're holding me. I just got off a fucking private jet to meet you!" you squealed, recounting the events of the past few hours.

Steve chuckled,

    "I'm still having trouble understanding that this is real."

    "Doesn't get any realer than this, Steve," you smirked, although you felt the same way, and his knees nearly buckled at the way you said his name.

You slowly unwrapped your legs from his waist, and he supported your hips as he lowered you gently onto the ground. Your arms were still around his neck, and your body was still pressed against his, this time standing on the ground in front of him. Your knees felt bendy from how much you were leaning into him. But you didn't want to ever be any further from him.

He pulled you closer by the hips, as if you could get any closer,

    "Mind saying my name again?"

    "Hmm, Steve?" you cocked your head to the side as if you were trying to remember his name, and he chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at you.

Your personality was even more than he'd imagined, too.

    "That's the one," he replied. He ran his hand along your face, caressing your jaw and cheek, sending tingles down your spine that he wasn't even aware of. "God, I can't get over you."

    "Me either," your lips quirked up, and you hummed, incredibly intrigued as you noticed the light bristles of hair forming along his face. "Mmm!"

    "What's that?"

     “You're growing out your beard, huh?"

Steve absentmindedly stroked the beginnings of a beard that were growing, and you placed your hand over his own, guiding his hand against his chin and jaw. He relished the feeling of your hand over his.

    "Trying to."

    "You don't have to try. You're Steve Rogers. That beard'll grow like nobody's business," you chuckled, and he grinned at your fast remarks, blushing at the compliment.

    "Steve!" you trilled, pleased to see this in real life, your eyes glimmering as you watched pink flood his cheeks. "You're blushing."

Steve bit down, and your eyes followed the place where his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You both wanted to kiss each other, you both could hardly control the way your eyes lingered on one another's lips for far too long. But you were waiting for the time when it felt just right — after all, you were just now meeting each other. But somehow he knew already that you were just the person he needed in his life - playful, but one of the realest people he'd ever met. You balanced each other out perfectly.

    "And you're gorgeous," Steve replied, looking you up and down unashamedly, admiring the way your simple yet pretty sundress clung to your body, highlighting your best features. "And you've been traveling for too long. Let's get you to the hotel, hmm?"

And just like that, you were settling into one another like clockwork, like this was natural despite how amazed you were by one another. He turned around, quick to put his arm over your shoulder to keep you close to him, leading you to the car. Your heart was still pounding hard and fast in your chest, your brain still scrambled even though you felt like you fit so naturally with him. He seemed so majestic up close, so much like the Captain America that everyone adored and revered. He was the walking definition of a picture perfect American Dream, a glint of hope that that dream still existed. You gained a newfound respect for him just by standing next to him, encapsulating all his undebatable glory. And in this moment, you had him all to yourself.

    Steve felt a strange buzz, just from the friction of you being so close to him. Both your feelings of excitement seemed to create a high frequency vibration that you could literally feel. You were both anticipating what was next, and loving it because you knew you'd be together.

    On the walk to the car, you couldn't help but gaze up at him the entire time in amazement, your eyes sparkling. Steve couldn't deny that he felt your eyes on him, but some part of him made him too shy to simply look down and make eye contact, because he knew he'd get lost in the moment and stare forever. He didn't want to scare you off. Still, that didn't mean that he didn't spare a few quick glances, followed by a quirk of his lip that was almost a smile, pulling you closer under his arm each time.

      Steve opened the door for you and helped you up into the passenger's seat. He really didn't have to, but who were you to deny Steve picking you up as gently as he did, then placing you softly on the seat? He got into the driver's seat and started the car.

    "Hope travel wasn't too bad," Steve offered- he was honestly trying to have natural conversation, but his nerves forced him to keep it to small talk.

Honestly, all he wanted to do was go on about how beautiful you were, how he was intimidated to even look at you too long, but he knew that would be weird.

    You on the other hand, were nervous, but not to the point where you felt like you couldn't find the right words to say. You figured he'd just need to settle in, that he liked you just as much as he did on screen, but needed to adjust. The situation was new for the both of you, and Steve was really putting himself out there. Besides, even though you clicked, you had still just met each other.

    The affection was there, but you knew it would take some prodding for Steve to really feel comfortable. You could tell he was sort of doubting himself like he often did, probably wondering if he was even fit for you. And you had no problem reminding him that he was more than fit. You laughed and shook your head, nudging Steve's arm playfully,

    "Are you seriously making small talk right now? Also, you put me on a private jet. You tell me how you think my travel was."

      Steve chuckled, a grin breaking out on his face as he began to feel more comfortable. Your playfulness, your honest sarcasm, honestly made him feel less hesitant. You joked with him like he was an old friend, and everytime you were sarcastic with him it actually uplifted him, reminded him who he was when he started to doubt himself and you had to give him reminders.

Your friendly demeanor made Steve feel more at ease. He just wanted you to like him. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he kept forgetting everything he'd learned - not to let fear get the best of him.

    "You're right, you're right," Steve nodded, and you shook your head playfully, still looking over at him. He stopped at a red light, and finally looked over at you, locking eyes with you and taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

    "What?" you teased.

    "Nothin'," Steve played along, grinning gently.

    He jerked back to realization when a car honked from behind him — the light had gone green already and he was too busy smiling at you to notice. You stifled a chuckle, leaning back into your seat and looking out at the road before you while he drove forward, but he glanced at you, smirking because you weren't hiding your smile behind your hand well enough.

    "What's so funny?" Steve chaffed, and you feigned oblivion, raising your brows and looking over at him,

    "Hmm?"

    "You heard me," Steve continued, all in good fun.

    "Oh, so this is how we're gonna do this, huh?" you couldn't help but break out into laughter, unable to keep up the act for too long.

Steve shrugged,

    "No clue what you're talking about."

    "Okay, I'll bite. I think what might be funny is the fact that you can't keep your eyes off me and that's why you just got honked at for missing the green light? I don't know, I could be wrong, but!" you threw your hands up in the air, unable to fight the smile that spread on your face.

Steve blushed — he knew you'd noticed, but being put on the spot so unashamedly for his fixation for you made him feel bashful. Although it was a relief to see that you definitely liked his attention. And you kept him on his feet. Your energy was such a breath of fresh air. He was hardly thinking of his Avenger friends now, and his worries about things going wrong seemed to dissipate with every word you spoke, every glance you spared at him.

    "You had to mention it," Steve sighed, and you giggled,

    "I was gonna spare you! But you play dirtier than I expected."

You just sat there chuckling together, feeling the positive energy seep into the space. Steve definitely felt less nervous, and the banter opened up more space for developing your relationship.

    You looked out the window, pressing your hand against it as you drove past new faces and places. You'd never been to New York before, unless a rest stop on a flight with your parents counted. But you'd never actually explored the city, big and flashy and somehow warm, inviting. Maybe it was because you were with Steve that New York felt comfortable and even homey, but you were a California girl at heart. You could stand being here for two weeks though, at least if it meant you got to be with Steve.

    The city started to become less of a blur as you began passing by even bigger, more luxurious buildings and glamorous restaurants and clubs that were just waiting to be lit up come nighttime. Your eyes widened as you marveled at the tall buildings that yet again screamed wealth, and you wanted to ask Steve where exactly this hotel was.

     "Think you could get used to New York?" Steve asked, practically reading your mind.

He knew how much you loved SoCal, and he just wanted to make sure this place wasn't too much of a culture shock for you. He wanted you to feel as comfortable as you could going from surfer paradise to concrete jungle.

     You looked at him over your shoulder, and just the sight of you like that made his chest pang with desire.

    "Oh yeah, New York's nice. You know, I used to think it was true that all New Yorkers were mean. But then I met you," you winked, and Steve nodded,

    "Brooklyn kids do it best, what can I say?"

    "So this is Manhattan," you replied, and Steve nodded again, pulling into an empty road and heading towards the back of a building which you hadn't seen in its entirety yet. But even looking at the deserted back, you could tell that the building was nice, and expensive too.

    "Yep, Manhattan it is. And here we are," Steve chirped, seeming pleased to have gotten to the destination without interruption. He rubbed the nape of his neck, feeling sheepish again. "Sorry about this, we've gotta enter through the back. Less attention."

You could tell he was sort of feeling bad about this and you frowned, your brows knitting together.

    "Steve," you said in the sternest voice you could manage. "Quit feeling bad. I literally have no complaints, as long as I'm with you. I get it, really."

    Steve nodded, looking down at his lap. He knew you'd understand, you both discussed things like this in advance. But he didn't want you thinking he was ashamed of you at all. Some things just had to be kept secret, for sanity and for safety.

    "Got it. I just want you to love it, that's all," Steve said, and his genuinity made your heart warm like it had just settled down and snuggled into a blanket in front of a crackling fireplace.

Steve got out of the car and was on the other side faster than you could even unbuckle, opening the door for you and holding his hand out for you to take.

    "You're fast," you chuckled, taking his hand and stepping out, your dress flowing in the wind, an image that Steve kept locked in his mind.

    He shrugged,

     "Super soldier things."

He took you in through the back and checked the both of you in discreetly with an employee who had been waiting for you two. It all felt so exclusive and secretive, and made you a bit antsy to see the full extent, but you had no worries. You got on the elevator with Steve while a few employees took all your stuff up to the room, watching as all the floors passed by you in the glass elevator. It wasn't until you actually got to your floor, floor 31, that you even realized the full magic of the luxury hotel.

    When you stepped out, your jaw dropped. Just the floor was the definition of luxury, and you hadn't even been inside the room yet. It was decked out in marble flooring, large windows all about for perfect lighting and an unbelievable view of the afternoon skyline. The decor was beautiful and the entire floor smelled like fragrant flowers. You weren't sure what was more impressive — this or the private jet. Steve noted how you literally stopped in your tracks, then turned around to face him with almost needy eyes, like you had to know if this was real.

    "You're serious?" was all you could say.

    "D'you like it?" Steve asked, leaning forward.

    "It's amazing! I can't believe — Steve, I feel so bad," you said, your voice growing distant as you wandered the halls, straying away from the room.

He caught up fast, chuckling to himself as he gently grabbed onto your arm and looped it between his own, leading you in the right direction. Then he paused, standing in front of you and towering over you. You felt your entire being softening when he did that, it was like he was both dominating you and comforting you in the simplest of ways. You looked up at him with unintentionally coy eyes, glancing between his pink lips and his ocean eyes.

    "Hey. Don't feel bad. I'll say it as many times as it needs to be said — I want to do this for you. It's no trouble for me," he shrugged, and usually you would've made some remark about him implying that he was rich, but the way he was standing over you right now rendered you speechless.

    You felt like you had melted into a big ice cream puddle and all you could do was nod slowly and look up at him with dopey, wide eyes and set lips.

    "Okay," you uttered, your voice faint, and before you knew it he was leaning over you and bear hugging you, throwing all of himself (not all, because he would literally crush you) into the hug and just wrapping his arms around you.

    Even though you'd been close to each other since you met, and onscreen you'd been closer than you could even imagine, this felt like the most intimate you'd been since meeting each other in real life. You felt protected and safe in this moment. You liked how Steve hadn't gotten tired of you despite having to remind you that this wasn't any trouble for him and that you shouldn't feel bad for being spoiled by someone who liked you and wanted to do it for you. You were overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth of his strong body.

    When he pulled away you felt weak with endearment, and that ice cream puddle feeling hadn't gone away. Of course, Steve hardly noticed the effect he had on you, and just took your hand in his and led you to the room. This initiation of holding hands had both your hearts pounding — any physical touch did. His hands were big and muscular, and your hand fit in just perfectly.

      "And here we are," Steve opened the door wide, leading to the unbelievable room.

It was more like an entire house, actually. A penthouse, to be specific. You were surrounded by glass windows that once again offered a view of the whole city. The suite was the perfect mix of contemporary and minimalist. It was luxurious, but not too stark, comfortable enough that you could actually sleep there and not feel like you were sleeping in in some strange utopia. You couldn't help but explore immediately, trying to see everything, like it was sand falling from between your fingers much too fast.

There was a bedroom with the biggest king sized bed you'd ever seen, a bright and airy bathroom with a freestanding white marble tub and a clear glass shower that faced a window, a kitchenette with a fully set up bar, and a huge living room with a near movie sized TV screen. There was even a balcony with stone flooring, a jacuzzi and a plethora of lounge chairs, not to mention another bar.

    Hell, you couldn't keep up with all the things you were seeing, racing around the penthouse suite and trying to wrap your mind around it. Steve had done enough to show you that you shouldn't doubt it or feel guilty about being around such opulence for a day, but you were damn amazed.

Steve just followed you as you raced around, laughing to himself at your reactions to everything and your utter disbelief. It was wholesome, and a reminder of the fact that even though you had a good head on your shoulders, at heart you were a blossoming young woman who had never experienced these things before.

    "Steve," you groaned, falling back onto the plush bed, which was perfectly made up. You felt dizzy.

    "Yeah doll?" he asked, and you smiled, suddenly feeling eager to hear the nickname again. It made such a difference to hear it in person.

    "This is amazing. I could kiss you," you said nonchalantly, then held yourself up on your forearms and looked up at him.

He was too busy being shy again, turning away slightly and kicking at the ground. He knew he looked ridiculous, but you were amused. You knew exactly the effect you had on him, you always had. But seeing it up close and personal was somehow even better. Half the time you didn't even mean to purposefully tease him. He got bashful all on his own, just a reminder of the power he knew you had over him in that sense.

    You smirked, just watching him try to get his act together again.

    "Ahh, thanks, YN. I'm glad you like it."

    You sighed, still laying back and making a snow angel with just your arms against the bedsheets.

    "You know, if you do want me to be your sugar baby..." you trailed off, clearly joking.

Steve shook his head playfully,

    "You're a handful, you know that?"

    "Of course!" you quipped, and sprung up, sitting upright on the bed, dangling your feet above the floor. "So, what do you wanna do?"

     "Well, I had a few things planned, but it's really up to you."

    "Yeah? Like what?" you chirped, and Steve grinned at your voice and how intrigued you sounded.

    "Uh, well. There's a spa on this floor as well. Private, of course. I gotta say, I'm not great at relaxing, or being touched by strangers."

    "Steve," you whined, reaching out for his hand and cupping it between both your hands. "You don't have to force yourself to do anything. But you do deserve to relax. This is as much for you as it is for me. I mean, you put this all together, I can't thank you enough. Least you could do is get a massage."

    Steve was endeared by your sentiment, and you were right. He needed to relax. He definitely was not as uptight as he was before he even knew of you, but he was still usually in a work mode. You'd only be at this hotel for one night, and it was only right that you both take full advantage of its amenities. After all, it was luxury for a reason. You were here to be pampered and be together.

    "Yeah..." Steve looked down at where your hands were cupped over his, and smiled fondly. "You're right. I'm real good at being stressed out."

    "I know," you kneaded his hands. "But I can help you relieve that stress."

You bit down on your lip, knowing that could mean so many different things, but here you really had innocent intentions, your face brightening up as you got an idea.

    "Okay. So you want to relax, but not while a stranger is touching you," you restated, and Steve nodded with a hum. "I have an idea."

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    "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Steve chuckled as you flitted around him like a fairy, getting everything together.

About an hour later, once your stuff had been returned to the room and you had both settled in just a bit more, you were practically dragging Steve out of the room and to the spa area where you'd carry out your idea. Your request was simple when you'd called the spa over the phone in your suite: you wanted all the material there, but no employees. That way it'd be more personal — how hard could it be to do the same things that the staff did? It wasn't defeating the purpose if it meant you got to bond alone.

    "Uh, I mean I've never done this before but I usually know what I'm doing, so I'm gonna go with yes," you answered, probably more sure of yourself than Steve was.

    "I trust you," Steve smiled.

    "Smart choice," you smirked, looking at him from over your shoulder. "Okay, I think everything's ready. The question is - are you?"

    "I don't know, am I?" Steve cocked his head, eyeing you as you got everything ready, admiring you once again.

    "Not in that, you're not," you said, gesturing to the loose fitting t-shirt he still had on.

You said it casually, but truthfully, the pace of your heartbeat was quickening, thinking of actually seeing him take his shirt off. You had a lot more experience than Steve, so it wasn't like it was some new and strange experience, but the thought of seeing even more of Steve made you nervous.

    "Oh. Do I just-" Steve gazed up at you, raising his brows.

    "Mhm," you hummed quietly, biting down on your lip and watching him.

Steve felt nerves too for the same reason as you, but not because he was insecure with his body, so he lifted his shirt up with ease and placed it on the bed beside him. The silence felt deafening as he looked up at you and gauged your reaction. And honestly, you were just standing there looking at him, your lips pursed and your chest visibly rising up and down as you switched from automatic breathing to manual.

    You didn't have a huge preference for body type, but Steve was certainly a force to be reckoned with, big and hulking both with and without a shirt. You noticed the pleased, expectant expression on Steve's face and came back to earth, blinking away all the thoughts that flooded your mind.

    "Okay!" you practically gasped out, all the breath you were holding in leaving you at once. "You can lay back. And um, I'll just-"

Steve lay back and you approached the massage table, your breath hitching in your throat as you climbed up quickly and got on top of him, placing your legs on either side of him so you were straddling him. And don't get it wrong, you were confident. You put your body out there almost every night for hundreds of strangers, and that definitely boosted your sexuality in real time. It wasn't hard for you to perform suggestive acts or use your sensuality, but actually touching Steve felt so sacred — like you both wanted every touch to be precise. You had the chemistry online, it was just a matter of how the chemistry progressed face to face, sinking into the reality that felt so surreal.

Steve put his hands on your hips to steady you and your body twitched just slightly, Steve looking up at you with innocent, inexperienced eyes.

It was quiet now, and you focused on the task at hand, Steve's hands dropping to his sides while you diligently went to work. You spread oil on your hands and reached down to touch Steve's face, a small smile on your concentrated face. You were paying more attention to your hands, but Steve was looking right up at you, admiration full in his eyes, a small smile on his face. He was letting you do the work, lightly massaging oil onto Steve's face, keeping your fingers gentle and your pace slow and relaxing.

You were focused, but certainly, you couldn't help but be hyper aware of the fact that you were literally on top of Steve while he had no shirt on (and looked damn good without it). The innocuous yet obvious sensuality of the moment stirred the both of you. But rather than act upon it, you let it stay innocent. Steve cherished the feeling of your fingers lightly tapping and massaging against his face. You may not have been a licensed massage therapist, but you knew what you were doing.

    "You sure you haven't done this before?" Steve uttered, his words almost slurred from how relaxed he was.

    "One hundred percent," you offered a tiny smile, your face hovering just over Steve's, locking eyes with him. Your voice was gentle and soft. "Close your eyes for me."

Steve was entranced, fully into this experience, and honestly probably because it was you doing it. Had it been anyone else, he probably would've been squirming around, because he didn't know how to relax. But you were his oasis. A smile cracked out onto your lips at the sight of Steve underneath you with his eyes closed, totally relaxed. You'd hoped this would be the result. And you couldn't help but knead your fingers a little extra when you got down to his chest, still mind boggled by his muscles.

    "Just let me know if it feels alright," you said, your voice just above a whisper as you placed hot stones carefully on Steve's face and massaged his skin with them. "That okay?"

    "Hmm," Steve hummed affirmatively in response.

You watched as his chest rose and fell at a steady, relaxed rate, completely at ease. Every once in a while, he let out a sigh or a quiet groan that made your breath hitch in your throat. But again, you let it stay innocent. It was just Steve's luck that you didn't notice, or feel the tent that was growing in his pants just from the touch of your hands against his face. It was just that good.

When you were done, you didn't have the heart to tell him it was over. He seemed to have no complaints though, although he knew he could stay like this for much longer. His hands gripped your wrists, then he slid his fingers in between yours, cupping your hands together by his sides. You beamed down at him, amused at the way his eyes seemed glazed over and totally blissed out.

    "How was it!" you exclaimed, excited to see how pleased he was.

    "YN," he massaged his thumb into the nook of your hand. "I think you're actually good at everything you do."

You shook your head and Steve rolled his eyes.

    "You're being modest," he said with a wave of his hand. "Now, what can I do for you? Because that was incredible."

    "Steve, no way. You're not doing a thing for me. You've done... more than enough."

    "I appreciate that, doll, but you do know this is mutual. If you hadn't already gotten your nails done," Steve flopped your hand up playfully, and you giggled, "I would try. I guess it's best that you've already got them done, though. Don't know how accurate my nail painting would be. But I could give you a massage, or try my hand at a facial."

You hopped off of Steve and the massage table, bouncing up and down slightly on the floor,

    "Steve, as much as I adore that idea, I'm solely focused on making you feel relaxed right now. Though, if you really want to do something for me, you could... get in the pool?"

You skipped backwards, and pulled off the loungewear you'd changed into for the spa, clad in a bra and underwear beneath. You simply winked while Steve sat upright, eyes widening at the sight of you half naked in front of him. Sure, it was technically the same as a bikini, but just seeing you like that unexpectedly made him start. You couldn't be anymore coquettish right now, flaunting your body with a twirl before you jumped into the pool.

You disappeared for a few moments, then swam back up to the top, pushing back the water that speckled your face with your hands. Steve found his mouth going dry - you were so beautiful and alluring without even trying to be. He stood up and walked over to the edge of the pool, glaring down at you while you gazed up at him with playful, inviting eyes.

    "You're gorgeous," was all Steve could manage to utter out, kneeling slightly so he was more at level with you.

You bit down on your lip and gestured for Steve to come closer, enticing him with your beguiling eyes. You placed your hand on his face, wet hand against his firm jaw, and pulled his head closer as if—

Then, a loud splashing sound and the feeling of being submerged in water as Steve fell in. He swam back up to the top easily, pushing his hair back and wiping water away from his eyes as he regained his bearings. The accomplished grin on your face told him all he needed to know, and he lunged forward, grabbing you in his arms with ease and lifting you up, your back against his chest.

    "You're gonna pay for this, you know that?" he scolded you playfully, and you laughed giddily, your vision blurred as Steve spun you around against him in the water, unable to withhold your delirium.

    "I knew you wouldn't get in unless I forced you in! You think I don't know you by now?" you cackled, trying and failing to free from his grasp.

He let you go, but that didn't mean he wasn't right up on you, looming over you in the pool and pressing up against you, your bodies flush with one another. You were still laughing, but that feeling was coming back again, that feeling that you were melting once more.

     "I'm not gonna forget this," Steve warned, pursing his lips in a triumphant smirk.

     "If I could dunk you, I would," you narrowed your eyes at him, pressing your finger into his chest.

    "Oh my god, would you look at that?" Steve questioned sarcastically, picking you up by the waist without trouble and placing your legs around his neck, falling back deep into the water as if you had actually dunked on him.

You managed to open your eyes under the pool water, blinking excessively but catching a long glimpse at Steve, who was pressed beneath you. You grinned and swam up to the surface, Steve following short after.

    "Why, I never!" you pressed your hand against your chest, gasping dramatically. "Steve, you slick debonair. Did you just use that as an excuse to have my legs around your neck?"

Steve, who had thought nothing of it, was now wide-eyed and gulping, his mind traveling to a sinful place — particularly, the place between your thighs.

He handled it with grace though, raising a brow and cocking his head,

    "Don't think I'll need an excuse."

This time it was your turn to react, your mouth dropping open into a small o shape. Steve had even shocked himself. But you were really getting comfortable with one another, and he was just catching up to your pace.

    "I..." you didn't even know what to say, because just like Steve you were lost in thought as well, blinking and smiling blankly. You glared at him in a lighthearted manner. "You win that one. But you're a bad man."

    "Am I?" Steve chuckled, his voice deep and playful.

     "You're a bad man who puts me on a private jet and takes me to a very bougie hotel. Honestly, you're horrible," you joked.

    "You're right. They should take away my shield."

     You spent at least an hour in the pool, fucking around and just having fun, Steve placing you on his shoulders and swimming as fast as he could from one end of the pool to the other. You continuously tried to dunk and or splash each other, and you kept getting closer than any of you two could handle, then not actually doing anything about it.

You were beginning to prune up though, so each of you quickly rinsed off using the shower at the spa, then walked back to the room, wrapped up in towels. But you realized that you hadn't seen anyone else, not even in passing. When you asked Steve about it, he very nonchalantly mentioned that he had the whole floor blocked off for them specifically to guarantee maximum privacy and comfort. Yet another thing he did that was so mind blowing to you.

    "You hungry?" Steve asked. "I ordered room service for dinner."

It was getting darker outside, you had noticed, and nightfall was quickly approaching. Your mind wandered to thoughts of a romantic, private dinner with Steve, and you sighed in ecstasy. This day was literally perfect. You were more rejuvenated than you had ever been, and back at home rejuvenation and selfcare was a mighty big investment of yours. The fact that Steve could top that just by being him, was astounding.

    "I could eat," you grinned, sitting down on the bed at peace. You had changed back into your loungewear, and Steve still stood in front of you without a shirt on.

He felt your eyes on him and his cheeks flushed, his jaw ticking.

    "I'll go put on some clothes," he decided, and you sprawled out on the bed, starfishing.

    "Oh, you don't have to," you joked lazily, closing your eyes.

    "Ha-ha," Steve bleated, changing into a shirt anyway.

By the time Steve changed, room service was knocking at the door. You watched as Steve led them outside and set up himself. Although you insisted that you help, he practically commanded that you stay inside. And when he used that voice, he didn't have to tell you twice. You pulled out your vanity mirror, checking your appearance while you waited for Steve, and you frowned because you hadn't thought to change into nice clothes and put on some makeup for dinner. You figured it was principal, and you always wanted to look your best around him anyway.

Steve came back inside and caught you frowning at yourself in the vanity mirror. Without even thinking he commented,

    "You look amazing."

You raised a doubtful brow and looked over at him,

    "I think I still smell like chlorine."

Steve shook his head, a smile appearing on his lips. As confident as you were, you were being so critical of yourself right now. He didn't care what you were wearing - as long as he got to be with you, he didn't mind.

    "Chlorine just happens to be my favorite fragrance. Come on," he nodded towards the doors that opened up to the balcony where he set up the dinner for you.

You got up out of bed, tugging down your loose cotton shorts, and walked over to Steve, who immediately put his hand around your waist and guided you to the dinner table. You glanced up at him, pleasantly surprised yet again. The set up was simple, the table decorated with small candles and a vase of roses as the centerpiece, a bucket full of ice and a bottle of Moet at the edge of the table. And of course, a plate of your favorite food on your side. Jazzy music played softly in the background.

You turned up to face Steve, snuggling up to his body and placing your hand on his chest.

    "Steve, this is so beautiful," you cooed, then glanced back at the table — he could've easily had this all set up by staff, but all he did was have them bring the food, the rest he set up for himself.

    "You like it?" he asked, his heart beaming all because you were happy with it. Steve may not have been the kind of guy to go all out very often, but when he did, he did it right. This had just the personal touch that it needed.

    "I love it," you broke free from his grasp and skipped over to the roses, your fingers softly grazing over the petals.

You had been close to crying a couple of times today, but now you were dangerously close, and you couldn't help the tears that fell from your eyes this time around. This gesture was probably the simplest that Steve had shown this whole day, but it touched your heart the most. The private jet and the nice hotel were definitely nice touches, but they didn't mean anything if there weren't any feelings there. And Steve was doing everything in his power to show how much he cared for you, something that you weren't used to most people even bothering to do.

Steve saw that you were crying and rushed over to you immediately, frowning,

    "Is everything okay?"

You laughed tearfully, wiping away your tears with the back of your hands,

    "No one's ever done anything this nice for me, that's all. It feels really... special."

Steve smiled sadly. Your reactions were so wholesome, yet from a place of so much hurt, and it showed the elements of your past that you had recounted to him. Steve wasn't trying to make you forget about your past or make up for it, but he wanted to put the work in to show that you deserved so much more. It was just who he was.

    "First time for everything, huh?"

    "Yeah," you crooned, sniffling.

Steve gave you a pat on the back and put his arm around your hip as he led you to your side of the table, pushing out the chair for you and letting you sit down. He sat down too, and you almost instantly grabbed the champagne bottle, Steve smirking at your eagerness.

You giggled, biting down on your lip,

    "I have to do something for you."

    "Wrong, but I won't complain," Steve laughed, shaking his head playfully.

You opened the champagne bottle with a pop, and let the fizz pour out into your glass before you carefully poured a glass for the both of you, reaching carefully across the table. You sucked gently at the side of your finger, and placed the bottle back inside the bucket.

Both you and Steve raised your glasses, and you made a toast as you clinked them together,

    "To us!"

    "To us," Steve repeated softly, gazing at your face, shining in the candlelight.

You took a sip and started eating, the both of you quiet for a few moments before Steve spoke up.

    "It's still so unbelievable that this is all happening," he blinked, wanting to lean back and just get a good look at you.

    "In a good way, right?" you smirked, taking another sip of your drink.

    "Oh, the best way possible. It's indescribable, the feeling I got from seeing you. It's still there," Steve huffed, and you cocked your head at him, your lips turning up into a gentle smile.

    "I know. Me too," your eyes scanned his face, strong and handsome and illuminated by the candles lit in front of him.

    "I know it's been hard for me to open up... to you, especially. I was just so hesitant because I've never really felt the things that you made me feel, and I was afraid because we didn't know each other, you know? You were just a girl on a screen in the beginning, yet I thought of you all the time. I was thinking, Steve, you can't let this happen. I thought it was unbecoming of me, starting to feel things for a stranger."

You listened, glad to hear Steve finally opening up, but you joked,

    "Yeah. It doesn't quite fit your job description."

Steve laughed, rubbing his temples as he leaned back,

    "Yeah, not quite. It was sort of a shock for me. I was scared of the possibilities. And it was hard for me to understand my own feelings, you know? I shut down when things felt too serious. And I know I was stupid for it looking back, but... in the moment I was just overwhelmed. Opening up to someone I didn't know like that, getting into that territory, it... scared me. And the feelings I started having for you, jeez. I hadn't had those feelings in a while. And I'd only ever had them for one person. It was so hard for me to wrap my head around."

    You listened to Steve, taking in his every word. Even as you got closer, Steve didn't open up as much as you did, and you hadn't minded that because he was always listening to you and talked with you about anything. So to hear this was eye opening and helped you understand more why he operated the way he did. So you just listened, leaning in and nodding, your cheek against your palm.

    "Ahh, I'm just old," Steve shook his head, and you perked up, your brows knit together.

    "No! Well, technically speaking, yes. But no! You are not 'just old.' Your feelings are valid. And I understand, because I felt the same way, almost. It was weird opening up to you, and I got those weird feelings too, but I didn't give in because... I had to stay safe, you know? I can't be falling for my clients. But when I realized who you were, even though it was a shock, it... things came together. It made sense. Suddenly, you weren't just some random, you were you. If it were anybody else, nothing would've come of it. That's why I let it happen. I decided to try my hand at trusting you, and so did you. And I mean, it's a good thing we did, right?"

    "Otherwise, none of this would've happened," Steve nodded, and you both grinned at each other.

    "Yeah. So don't be so hard on yourself," you wagged your finger at him, and Steve chuckled, shaking his head- you weren't going to let him pass with anything, and he liked that about you. "We all have a long ways to go with our growth, but it's happening. You just have to let it."

    "You're right. It feels hard to fit in, you know? I've been here about a decade now, and it's still so... I guess I'm still finding my way around. Don't know if that makes any sense, but I'm trying to fit in," Steve replied, his voice deep and almost sorrowful.

You pouted slightly, reaching your hand out and cupping it over Steve's,

    "It makes sense."

    You truly felt for him. You knew his story, everyone did. But they didn't know the intimate, personal details of it. They didn't know how Steve felt being a walking experiment in this modern world. Maybe if they did, the world might be a lot less harsh to him. You didn't want to fix him, but you wanted to be there for him - make the sharp edges of new life softer, dim down the starkness of modernity.

    You talked about a multitude of topics over the course of the dinner, things that made you emotional, things that made you both burst out into laughter, menial things and profound discussions. But anything you talked about, anything you had to say to each other, just filled you both up to the brim with gleeful warmth. You were just truly soaking in the moment with each other, enjoying being alone together. The evening was filled with lingering eye contact, brushes against the other's hand, and laughter.

    By the time Steve had gotten behind the bar, trying his hand at making drinks like it was nothing, you found yourself feeling like you were ready to wind down. You were warm from wine and other alcoholic drinks Steve had mixed, and jet lag was catching up to you. Though you wanted to stay up all night, you wanted to be refreshed the next morning.

    You retired inside to go take a shower, feeling only slightly tired because the beautiful night with Steve kept you exhilarated. The bathroom was spacious and expensive, you could spend hours in there just sitting on the sink and thinking. You got undressed and got into the shower, the warm water running along your body, washing away the travels of the day, the hot pulsating jets of water relaxing your muscles. It was much bigger and fancier than your shower back at home, that was for sure.

    As you let the water rush over your body, you started to reflect on the entire day. This day had been full of first times for you, first feelings, first experiences. You were in awe, but it evoked deep feelings that seemed to be getting coaxed out of your stomach. This deep feeling that there was still more to be uncovered, that there would always be more. It wrecked you — gave you anxiety and nerves like nobody's business. But it also calmed you, knowing that you were with the right person for there to be more. You wouldn't be snatching for more at the bottom of an empty, loveless hole in the ground with no one or nothing to water you. And the best part of it was that the feeling didn't come with the kind of fear that made you want to stop. You wanted to keep going. Everything was beautiful so far. Although you knew it wouldn't always be one hundred percent perfect if you kept going indefinitely, you were enjoying the moment now. The present.

    Meanwhile, Steve was sitting on his side of the bed, looking down at the floor and kneading his palm with his other hand. He was thinking deeply, all good thoughts, and all about you. He just wanted to keep making everything perfect for you, for the both of you. And he was coming to the realization that perfectness wasn't realistic, that it would actually be worse than authenticity. But like you, he was enjoying the paradise you were sharing with each other. He was trying to keep himself in the present, which was so difficult for Steve, whose job was to solve problems and think of the future. But when it came to you, he would take that chance willingly.

    You also thought of Aaliyah in the shower, thinking of how happy she'd be if she knew what was going on. You thought you should tell her soon, but you also knew no matter how much you wanted to, you had to take it slow. As you stepped out of the shower and dried off, you had nothing but positive thoughts in your mind — there was no one in your life who you held ill bearings for, not even your parents. It seemed that once you took that initiative to focusing on yourself, everything and everybody else seemed to fall into place.

You used a towel, then wrapped a plush white robe around yourself, tying it at your waist. When you came out of the bathroom, you were still slightly damp, and drops of water sprinkled your bare, dewy skin. You knew you probably looked pretty raw, but not because you were bare-faced, more because you were fresh out of the shower.

You were dabbing at your face with the corner of the robe as you stood against the doorway that connected the bathroom to the bedroom.

    "Steve, can you pass me my clothes?" you asked, nodding over to your fresh change of clothes on the bed.

    "Sure," he said, thinking nothing of it and reaching behind himself to get your clothes.

But when he turned back, something on his face had changed, as if he were stumped by the sight in front of him. His mouth had dropped open slightly and he sort of goggled at you in amazement. He didn't bother to get your clothes, because there was only one thing on his mind as he stood up, looking very determined.

You were slightly confused, but couldn't find the words to ask him what was going on, because there he was towering over you again, without any desire to intimidate you but succeeding in doing so anyway. Only, it wasn't a bad kind of intimidation. You looked up at him with innocent doe eyes, tilting your head slightly upwards to him. As you realized what was happening, you couldn't help the way your eyes flickered from his lips to his own eyes, inviting him in. You were almost daring him, egging on the feeling of burning desire that flooded the dimly lit hotel room.

    The mere sight of you amazed him all the time, but in this moment, Steve had been thrown off guard. It was perplex to him, how you could appear so beautiful to him without even trying to. Your beauty was not subtle, it was loud even when you were fresh out the shower, no makeup on, completely stripped down. It drove Steve crazy, seeing you standing there with wet hair, and a face that had drops of water still running down your cheeks to the inside of your robe where your naked body was concealed.

It was so silent, and Steve was so close to you, you swore you could hear your heart beating. And then, he did what he had been waiting the whole day to do, what you had been wanting to do the entire day, and leaned down, kissing you.

    And when your lips finally met, it was like nothing you'd felt before. Even if you weren't so close, you were so sure that the electrifying feeling that surged through your entire body would've emanated off of you. It was like your body heat was combined in this moment, like you were molded into each other like a perfect ceramic sculpture. As if time decided to slow down just for you two, leaving space for only the two of you to exist together in this moment. And nothing else mattered, nothing except the feeling of Steve's lips against yours, parted and warm, like they belonged against you.

    The kiss was soft, but passionate and full of burning desire. You fell into the kiss naturally, closing your eyes instantly. You weren't sure if this was just a fever dream of yours, if maybe you'd been asleep for a very long time and dreamed up the past few months, all building up to this moment when you'd finally wake up. Or maybe you'd passed out in the hot shower and you were just dreaming this. But you didn't wake up. Your eyes remained gently closed as you kept on kissing him. Steve couldn't fathom the feelings he got from finally feeling your lips against his own.

    The desire to kiss you had been building up the whole day, but when he saw you just now, he couldn't restrain himself any longer. You hadn't kissed each other the whole day although you wanted to, because it didn't feel right just yet. You wanted the moment to be right. And even though it was sudden for the both of you, it just fit. It was spontaneous and a touch born out of yearning.

    You overpowered his senses. Even after your shower, every breath he took smelled like California sunshine and the salty spritz of ocean waves, and that natural ambrosial scent that you seemed to achieve without perfume. Every touch he felt was you, his hands digging into your waist, your plump lips, your hands exploring his shoulders and the nape of his neck. The taste of your wet lips. Everything was you.

    He could've lasted longer, but you needed to take a breath, though you wished you could stay like this forever. You just kissed Steve Rogers. And it was nothing like you imagined, because nothing you imagined could compare to this. You took in a deep breath, feeling your entire body warm up just from the buzzing aftermath sensation of the kiss and the art that was looking into his eyes, which seemed to be an even deeper blue than before.

    Steve looked you up and down, then couldn't help but smile, breaking out of the very serious air he had just entered upon seeing you. He laughed, a deep chuckle that sent shivers running down your very body. You laughed too, and you nudged Steve playfully. He brought those nerves out of you that nobody else could. You had plenty of experience, but Steve made you feel so much.

    "I wasn't expecting that, sir," you quipped, and he grinned down at you,

    "But did you like it?"

    "You're a doofus," you shook your head, pushing him gently. Your voice became a whisper and you reached up, pulling him close by the collar of his t-shirt, your eyes boring into his. "I loved it."

You kissed him again, hard and sweet but short, then practically pushed him away, sauntering away into the bed before you, and getting your clothes, teasing him about how he just wanted to get you naked before you changed in the bathroom. You then emerged, climbing beneath the bedsheets and propping your head up against a pillow. It was then that you really thought of the fact that you'd be sharing a bed with Steve, but at this point, it seemed expected.

Steve was still recovering from the second kiss, then practically twirled around on his feet to face you, a dazed grin on his face, getting into the bed himself.

    "Let's watch a movie, hmm?" you suggested, looking up at him. "Till we fall asleep."

    "Sounds good to me."

    You sighed in pleasure, scooting closer to Steve and snuggling into the crook of his outstretched arm as he turned on the TV and put on a random movie for you two to watch, one that wasn't too hard for you to follow. You were stealing glances at him the whole time anyway, and he was too. The movie was the last thing on your minds, but it just filled up the time until one of you fell asleep, and made for distracted conversation about the plot, one of you making comments followed by a hum from the other. You on the other hand, barely lasted ten minutes, falling asleep almost immediately. Steve turned off the TV and the light beside him, glancing over at you as your eyes fluttered closed. You were such a sleeping beauty, all he could do was look at you. You fell asleep and turned absentmindedly on your side, posted up like the little spoon, cuddling into him.

    Steve turned on his side too, your back against his front. He let you snuggle into him, but was unsure of what to do himself. He had never shared his bed, and the way you cuddled into him made him swallow hard. How did he follow suit? Would you want him to?

    But after a good look at you, unable he slowly put his arm around you, hesitantly placing his hand at your waist, letting it tumble over onto your stomach. In your sleep you put your hand over his, snuggled closer and held onto his arm. Reassured, he settled into the position with ease, falling asleep faster than he ever had in years.

Dreaming of you.

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Member: j u y e o n

Genre: drama with chaebol/lawyer juyeon

A/N: I’m investing way too much feelings and emotions into this i might cry when it ends. this chapter is more serious i guess i can’t be writing angst and smut every chapter LOL

Link to other parts: 

I Never Wanna See You Again

Frustrated (light smut)

Love Somebody (light smut)

Play With Fire (smut)

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“i’m playing with fire.”

all you wanted to do was have breakfast, but you walk out along the hallways of the second floor only to watch an entire crowd of staff members push and pull countless of racks across the living room. 

the female staff member who recognised you from the previous week notices you standing awkwardly behind the wall, struggling to process the crowd at the foot of the stairs. 

you watch her say something to another staff member, before she strolls across the living room and heads up the stairs to greet you.

“i’m going to hope you don’t have any clothes of your own,” she smiles at you, eyes flitting to your neck for a split second and looks at your bare legs. 

“uh--” you stumble on your tongue, having trouble finding any words to say. you completely forget about the marks on your neck, and you were only in his underwear with the large pullover barely covering your rear. 

“i’m gonna get you a robe while you choose your clothes for today and i’ll run you a bath before you have breakfast.”

you watch as she walks away into the bathroom, and again, you wonder why it was so difficult to think of anything to say. you had expected the house staff to be judging you for sleeping with him, but they all seemed so nice and candid, it was a little difficult to believe. 

you just couldn’t get the idea of juyeon being such a kind, relaxed boss out of your head. 

she returns from the bathroom with a robe, the water now running and a rose scent begins to waft through your nose. “here,” she hands you the robe and waits for you to put it on. 

“mr lee wanted you to pick out as many clothes as you wanted, and he wants you to know not to worry about the price.”

you reach the bottom of the stairs with her standing right next to you, and you see at least three racks of clothes surrounding the living room. there were at least two full-body mirrors next to the sofas, and a separate mobile shelf with shoes. 

“uh... do i have to? where are my clothes from yesterday?” your hand unconsciously reaches up to your neck to cover your skin. 

“in the laundry! we’ll get it steamed and ready for you by lunch, but right now, he’s told us he wants to see you in something from any of these racks. he didn’t exactly give us much choice either,” she gives you a look that comforts you, gently patting your arm to encourage you. 

you choose out exactly five different sets of clothes, which included shoes. you suddenly feel like you went on a splurge and your credit card would’ve exceeded by now, judging by the brands the clothes were from. 

you soak yourself in the bathtub, the light from behind you illuminating the white, black and golden surfaces. you couldn’t help but to let your head replay the memories from the night before as the rose scent pulls all the knots in your body apart. 

it felt like you were on vacation, when you were really just... feeding off your boyfriend’s wealth. you felt guilty, and frankly, a little worried that people were going to start thinking you were with him for his money. 

you haven’t done anything for him besides curse at him, take the credit for his workings for the case and sleep in his bed. 

you shake your thoughts away, deciding that it was time for you to get your due breakfast before working on the case. 

you were pushing the last few bites of the strange looking pudding around in the bowl, and the female staff from before was in the dining room with you, arranging the cutlery and utensils away from sight.

“hey, uh--” you call out, looking at her while mrs jung comes out of the kitchen. you wonder why it took you three meals before you notice that you could see into the kitchen. the dining table was right next to a black counter where mrs jung would leave the food right after it was prepared, and the kitchen itself looked extravagant.

“you called?” the female staff lays down the plate and walks over to your side. 

“yeah, uh...” you scratch your temple, slightly pulling on the turtleneck you chose to hide the bruises he left. “you don’t-- happen to think that... i’m with mr lee for his money... do you?”

the female staff blinks in surprise at you, and before she could respond, mrs jung does the honor. 

“oh, my dear, definitely not! you’d be surprised at how good juyeon-nim is at picking out who’s genuine and who isn’t.” you turn and watch mrs jung carry some leftover food back into the kitchen. 

“we were very surprised when he asked you to stay last friday, past the time where the house staff gets off work. he doesn’t like guests over, unless they are his parents... so it was nice to see him bring someone back.”

you let a small laugh escape your lips, feeling the blood rush up to your ears and cheek. 

hold on. 

‘someone’?

“you mean he’s never brought anybody home before?” 

“not willingly, no.” mrs jung responds from the kitchen. “juyeon-nim is only friendly to people he trusts and even then he’s extremely cautious, though sometimes a little dense... but now that we know how comfortable he is with you, and we’re all just happy for him.”

you feel a second wave of embarrassment wash over you, your hand now wrapping around your own neck and pulling up the material to hide any possible marks that were peeking out from under. 

“you don’t have to hide those as long as you’re here. everybody knows what happened,” the female staff member teases you, clearing the plates that you literally licked the crumbs off from before. 

“awh... nooooo,” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. 

the staff member laughs at your embarrassment, encouraging you to finish your dessert before she tells you where his office was. 

you get the door open, and the first thing you notice was the similar L-shaped glass windows like his bedroom had. the desk sat on the right side, with a main leather seat back facing a large shelf. the levels were alternated between files and small, expensive-looking statues and souvenirs. 

right before the glass panels were two single-seaters with a small coffee table between them, and your eyes took awhile to notice the little fridge under the table. 

you log into the computer with ease, surprised that there wasn’t a password required. you remember mrs jung saying that he doesn’t have anybody over, and you figure that nobody else has been in his office anyway. the worry about someone hacking into his files was non-existent. 

your suitcase was already placed by the table, and you wonder when did it get here. did he leave it in here last night? this morning? or did he get a staff member to do it?

the online system was perfectly synced with the system you had in the office, and all you needed to do was log in with your information before your case displays itself on the screen. 

you get to work almost immediately, every now and then looking past the computer screen to look out the large glass windows. 

the clouds were so fluffy against the bright blue sky today, and you couldn’t help but imagine chanhee, eric and sunwoo’s reactions when they notice you didn’t clock in today.

oh. chanhee, eric and sunwoo.

you reach over to your suitcase and pull out your cellphone, noticing the nearly ten missed calls you got from them starting about five minutes before the supposed reporting time. 

chanhee: where the hell are you? its 7.55am!

eric: did she oversleep

chanhee: she doesn’t oversleep

sunwoo: not with that annoying ass alarm she’s got

you smile to yourself, unable to contain your happiness as you scroll down.

chanhee: why do we have to hear about your absence from our manager?

sunwoo: wait

eric: OH MY GOD

sunwoo: mf WAIT

eric: DID THE BOSS TELL OUR MANAGER THAT YOU WEREN’T COMING IN TODAY

sunwoo: DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM AGAIN

chanhee: but he’s in office! 

sunwoo: so? he could’ve just left her at home and came to work to reduce suspicion cause it’ll too obvious if the both of them are absent

eric: unless...

sunwoo: i’m betting on that and OTHER REASONS

eric: i was thinking about other reasons

chanhee: whatever the reason, call us during our lunch break!

eric: yeah we want details

sunwoo: fucking disgusting

you snort to yourself, ready to keep your phone away and finish up the case. 

but the aggressive vibration from your phone stops you just as you laid it down, and you sigh heavily when you see the caller ID. 

“yello,” you put the phone down on the table, keeping it on loudspeaker. 

“why do you sound so glum? i return from a two month trip and this is how you greet me?”

you roll your eyes, laying your hands right at the keyboard. “hi mom, how was your trip to san francisco?”

“oh, it was gorgeous!” she says with a strange accent. must’ve been the american air for two months. “i was pretty sad to leave, but nothing can stop me from coming back to see you!”

“when have you ever needed to see me?” your tone was unenthusiastic, and you resist the urge to hang up altogether. 

“aw, no, honey,” she whines. “are you still mad about last year?”

“just so you know, i’m gonna stay mad for quite a bit, so don’t expect anything different.”

“aw, but you did say you wanted swavroski--”

“yeah, a swavroski ring! not the damn brand!” you huff, burying your face into your hands. your eyes were on the screen, staring at the case document, but all you could hear was the heavy breathing over the phone. 

“i take it that you haven’t signed the contract to claim ownership of the brand.”

“of course i didn’t! i left home so i could build a life for myself. you promised me that you’d leave me and my finances and my life alone. you know i don’t want you or dad’s help but you go ahead and buy a whole jewellery brand?!”

silence. 

“i’m never signing that contract, just so you know. it’s been sitting at home since you had it mailed to me while you ran off to canada.”

“are you still living in that tiny flat by the lake outside of town?”

you pick up a pinch of contempt in her voice. “yeah, what’s so bad about my 'tiny flat’?”

“nothing,” liar. “i just want you to have the best we can afford.”

“again with the ‘we’. how many times do i have to tell you that i don’t want you or dad’s help?”

“but--”

“no,” you snap into the phone, picking it up and hovering your thumb over the hang up button. “i’m gonna go now because i have work to do. don’t call me unless it’s to tell me that someone else already owns swavroski.”

you finally hang up and you throw the phone back into your suitcase, hands on your forehead as you return your attention to the screen. 

needed me? what a load of bullcrap. 

maybe if she didn’t treat you like some kind of trophy when you were younger, you’d believe that she genuinely loved you. 

you were called to lunch when the sun was at its highest, the blinding rays bouncing off windows and the metal from buildings that it heated up the room like a toaster. 

mrs jung’s food never fails to deliver, and the female staff from before struggles to tuck your napkin into your clothes so that the gravy doesn’t fly about. 

you were mindlessly praising the hell out of mrs jung’s pasta when you hear a staff outside the dining room shout. you turn at the sound of the doors swinging open, and you find yourself standing immediately at the sight of a lady who looked like a million bucks. 

“what do you mean he’s in offic--” the lady finally turns her attention from the staff outside the dining room and to you. “and... who are you?”

so much for that lunch phone call to your friends.

you find yourself sitting awkwardly opposite her, carefully watching as she swirls the wine in her glass. you feel her eyes pierce right through you, and your hands reach up to your turtleneck in a bid to pull it upwards.

“there’s no need to hide,” she nearly scolds you, and the harsh tone strikes a chord in you. “i know who you are.”

what?

“you’re the reason why my son’s fiance is in shambles right now.”

his what--

“i’m sorry, who?” you squint your eyes at her, for a split second forgetting that she was the mother of your now-boyfriend.

“he didn’t tell you?” she offers a smile of disbelief. “and here i was thinking he changed for the better.”

“’for the better’? he wanted to leave the country to do charity work, not run away.”

“he was running away from the responsibilities he was born to shoulder. we do enough charity for him to stay,” she leans forward on the table, one palm pressed flat on the surface. 

“but he didn’t even want the damn law fi--”

“mother!” 

the both of you turn to the door of the dining room. every staff member within your line of vision looked like they were scared shitless, which was a strange sight, considering how relaxed and candid they were in the absence of this... crazy lady.

who might be my mother-in-law? ugh. 

“you should’ve told me you’re visiting,” juyeon walks in the doors and the staff members shut them behind him. he grabs a seat next to you, and it visibly stuns his mother. 

“i wouldn’t have bothered if i knew you weren’t even at home,” she watches in slight disgust as juyeon leans into your face and plants a kiss on your cheek. your eyes widen and your heart feels extremely heavy. “care to explain what is going on?”

juyeon carefully sits his suitcase next to his chair as the kitchen staff serves him a glass of wine. you remember the only food that was prepared was only for you and the staff members.

“what’s there to explain? i never said i agreed to marry anybody i was told to.”

you watch anxiously, eyes switching between juyeon, who was calmly sipping on his wine, and his mother, who was so angry that you could almost see the steam escaping from her ears...

“and so you run off and sleep with some random girl?”

ouch.

“will she still be ‘some random girl’ if you knew what she was capable of? she’s closed more cases in six months than i did in a year, mother.”

“i didn’t think a lawyer would let someone leave such savage marks all over her body like this!” she berates you, hand carelessly gesturing to all of you.

“which year did you walk through a portal from? it’s not the 1800s, mother.”

wow, so she blames me and not the one who made these marks?

“girls nowadays.”

you could feel juyeon’s frustration hit the roof, and the atmosphere in the dining hall gets heavier as each second passes in silence. 

“what are you here for, anyway? just to ask me about me dumping my fiance who i never even loved? i don’t even like her face, mother. she’s an incapable princess who does nothing but sit around and gets waited on.”

“forget about that, you’ve gone ahead and spent your weekend breaking off the engagement anyway,” his mother glares at the two of you. 

didn’t he spend his weekend with his family--

“but i do want to know why you’re back in the office.”

juyeon locks his jaw in odd angles, and if you didn’t know it was his mother who was pissing him off, you would’ve thought he was going to throw a punch across the table. 

“what do you mean ‘why i’m back in the office’? doing my job and accepting my responsibilities like you wanted to!” 

“and you didn’t have the decency to at least inform us? we were ready to re-sell it to the bureau director!” 

juyeon sucks in a deep breath and stands up, eyes tightly shut as you watch him collect his feelings. his mother remains relaxed in the seat opposite you, arms tightly crossed over her chest but her face still brimming with anger and dissatisfaction. 

“okay,” he leans downwards, pressing his palms flat against the surface of the table. “if you’re so upset then i assume a contract has already been drawn up, yes?”

his mother doesn’t respond. 

“alright, i’ll contact the bureau director and i’ll explain the situation. it’s you the bureau director has a problem with, anyway. it’ll be easy for me.”

your face was turned to juyeon, but your eyes couldn’t resist the temptation to look at his mother. she had just been outspoken by her son, and you felt so proud of him for standing up for himself. 

his mother finishes the win, visibly angry. she gets up and leaves the dining hall, and when you hear the lift ‘ding’ followed by the sound of its gears shutting its doors, you heaved a sigh of relief.

the entire room relaxes and begins helping to clear the table. juyeon was the only one who looked like he was about to burst from anger and frustration. 

you stand up and wrap your arms around his torso, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

“hey.”

“i’m sorry you had to see that.”

you shake your head, pulling away and hugging his arm instead. 

“i’m sorry that i lied about what i did over the weekend, and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was already engaged.”

you let the pain of the realisation sink in for a moment, before giving him a weak smile. “well, it wasn’t really a lie. you said it was something to do with your family... and besides, you broke off the engagement.” you reach over his chest and find his arm to pull him to face you, looking up at him whose eyes were filled with remorse. 

naturally, a shitty feeling swamps you when you lose sight of his prideful, authorial self, so you pull his face down to meet yours and you feel him melt into the kiss. 

“do you need to go back to the office?” you let him go, his hands now resting on your waist.

“yeah,” he sighs apologetically. “i only came back because the lobby called to tell me my mother was here.”

“aw,” you grin in attempt to shake off the tension that was still hanging in the air. “nice to know you came back to save me from your mother.”

a smile appears on his lips, and he pulls you in all so suddenly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“maybe i shouldn’t leave my marks so high up your neck next time.”

you sigh with your lips in smile, pressing your head into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you. 

THE NEXT DAY

your arm was linked tightly with juyeon’s as he walks you up the stairs of the grand hotel, the ends of your gown dragging along the marble surface to the restaurant where he would meet the bureau director. 

you couldn’t take your eyes off him, though the simple suit was nothing compared to the dress he had prepared for you within a day’s notice. you reach the restaurant entrance and the lady immediately recognises him, turning to lead you two into the restaurant and in the corner where the private rooms were.

“so just to be clear, ignore your mother and be nice to the bureau director, right?” you giggle as the restaurant staff knocks on the door. 

juyeon laughs and pecks you on your temple. “maybe if you ignore her enough, she’ll start wanting your attention.”

you snicker to yourself, watching the door pull open and the light from inside spills out. 

you trail behind juyeon and look into the room, and your heart stops in your chest.

the world stops revolving around the sun and your breath hitches in your throat, your grip on juyeon’s arm tightening instantly when you see the two people in the room. 

“mother,” juyeon awkwardly starts, only noticing your sudden grip on his arm. 

mother. 

she looks at you with wide, surprised eyes before they dissipate into a wide smile. 

“this is the bureau director, mrs--”

“it’s alright,” she stops juyeon. “i know who she is.”

you gulp and your chest collapses in on itself. 

of all people, THIS bureau director just had to be your mother?

Part 6: Bourbon

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Secret Glances - Sasuhina Month 2020 - Day 5

Prequel to my other sasuhina oneshot by the name of ‘Secret Relationship’. I wrote that piece for shmonth2019. This can be read as a standalone too.

Rating: Mature

“It’s stunning, isn’t it?”, Ino commented beside her. They were moving through the wide hallway of Shikamaru and Temari’s swanky new home. With Shikamaru’s job as the youngest partner at a reputed law firm and Temari being a pilates instructor for high profile clients, they had more than enough money to splurge over their high rise condo right in the middle of the city centre. The decor was chic but sensible. All in all, very good!

Hinata nodded and hummed in approval. “I love the charred grey wooden floors.”

Ino raised an eyebrow and teased her, “I swear I would have taken you for an oakwood type of gal… You know, light and pleasant...”

Hinata laughed at her insinuation. But almost everyone would think the same about her as Ino had. That she liked ‘pleasant’. She like ‘reliable’. She liked ‘safe’.

Ironically, as of late, she was behaving nothing like the Hinata they all know. She was being impulsive. She was making questionable decisions. She was being selfish.

And it felt like a heady rush. The thrill of doing the unthinkable. It helped her from drowning in the deep end. It kept her afloat, and it made her feel alive.

They were greeted by sounds of murmurs when the two women entered the open plan living room. Almost everyone of their friends had arrived on time for the housewarming party. It wasn’t an all out bash, considering the recent loss of one of their own friends. But this was a step towards moving on, because Neji would have wanted that.

Everyone waved and greeted the two latecomers. Hinata was pulled into a bear hug by Kiba and Shino.

Temari came over to hug and chide them at the same time. “Where were you two?!!... You should’ve been here more than an hour ago!!”

Ino raised both her hands to explain, “Not my fault.” Pointing at Hinata, she added, “This one here picked me up late. I was almost about to call a cab. If Sai was not out of the city, I would have been the first one here.”

Hinata pouted and side eyed at Ino, “I said I was sorry Ino.”

Temari rolled her eyes at them. “Fine, fine. Better late than never. Come on in. What drinks can I get you?”

Ino chose vodka, while Hinata decided on some lemonade. She had to drive, after all. 

Hinata was admiring the elegant chandelier when her phone pinged to signal an incoming text.

-‘I see you.’

She looked up from her phone to glance around the crowd and found the sender of the text lounging in the dimly lit corner of the room.

Sasuke sat together with Naruto and Shikamaru, his phone and a scotch in his hands and his eyes fixated on her. His hair was slightly damp and brushed back, while he sported a different set of clothes than a few hours back.

She noticed how his eyes trailed down the length of her well fitted but modestly designed blue dress. There was nothing scandalous about her attire, but his gaze held a heat that made her feel shamefully bare.

She turned away from him and gravitated towards her group of girl friends. She had to avoid him, or their sordid secret would be out, since she was not very good at pretending.

Some of them sat on the high bar stools near the breakfast counter, but she preferred to stand with her glass of lemonade. Her lady parts were still a little sore from that afternoon, and the long drive to Ino’s and then Temari’s did not help either.

Conversation flew easily between them, and Hinata found it slightly easier to resist the urge to look for the pair of intense dark eyes. Before long, the topic of discussion turned to her.

“But seriously, I had never seen Hinata run behind schedule before today. Remember that time in ninth grade when she burst into tears just because she was a little late to school.”

Hinata smiled into her glass but stayed quiet.

Sakura sighed and nodded, “Those were good times. Everything was so much simpler then. There was no pressure, no expectations. You lived, you loved, and that was pretty much it.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Hinata’s phone pinged again loudly, and the girls looked in her direction. She mentally berated herself for not putting her phone on silent mode, because now she had a group of very perceptive women looking at her.

“Won’t you check that?”, Tenten asked her.

She shook her head to dismiss it when the phone beeped again.

“Sounds like someone is trying to get your attention…”, Ino teased her.

Hinata blushed uneasily and looked away. “It’s just a friend.”

“A friend won’t make you grow ten shades redder.”, Temari commented with a sly smirk.

“Come on, tell us… Is it someone from work?”, this time it was Sakura that asked her. Hinata looked at the green eyed beauty and felt a solid pang of guilt course through her. After all, she was cheating on her friend of many years. Sakura and her were never the closest of friends. But they were part of the same group, so in essence she was being disloyal to her.

And you can never stop with just one lie. 

“You guys are reading too much into it-“, she said dismissively. She took out her phone to read the message just to show them that it was nothing to fuss about.

But it actually was.

-‘Are you avoiding me? Won’t you come say hello?’-

-‘I like this dress on you. Can’t wait to see you out of it.’-

Hinata read the two texts and put the phone back in her leather clutch bag. She could reply later.

“You know… You’ve changed a lot.”, Sakura said to her.

“I think we have all changed Sakura.”, she conceded thoughtfully.

“But you seem so secretive nowadays… It’s like you don’t share anything with us… Ever since Neji’s-“, Sakura was interrupted by Ino’s elbow nudging into her side.

Hinata became stiff with sorrow and dread. Because Sakura was telling the truth. She had changed a lot since Neji’s death. And apparently, she had caught on to it.

Tenten nodded her head and lay a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. “We’re not trying to push you to feel a certain way… This is not an intervention… It’s still too early for that… But try to keep in touch with us through calls and texts… You have become so quiet on our group chat… You don’t pick up our calls very often… It’s like now we’ve got two Sasukes instead of just the one.”, she tried to joke about it. Everyone laughed at the joke. But she was too shocked by the comparison to join in.

She knew what they were talking about. She had seen Tenten’s missed calls late last night, but she was too tired to call her back after Sasuke was done with her. And earlier that day, Ino had left a voicemail because Hinata was indisposed to pick up her call.

Thankfully, Naruto came over to say hello to her before inviting them all over to where the guys were.

“If you ladies are all done with your gossip, can we all please hang out together…”, he said with mock exasperation.

“Oh please, men gossip just as much as women…”, Ino rolled her eyes but followed after him. “You just like to pretend like you don’t…. I’ve got receipts to prove it…”

Naruto bickered with Ino, while they joined the men. Hinata took the corner of the large L shaped sofa, with Tenten right beside her. Her eyes caught Sasuke’s as he sat almost exactly opposite to her on the ottoman bench. He had the faintest of smirk on his face, that messed with her brain and good sense.

She couldn’t stand to latch on to his stare for more than a second, she had to look away. But involuntarily, her eyes slid back at him again. Their secretive glances were bound to get caught by someone, she feared.

“I hope you didn’t mind what I said earlier Hinata.”, Tenten spoke as everyone was settling in.

“No… Ofcourse not… I know that you all care for me.”, Hinata replied with an understanding smile.

“We do.. We all really do…”, Tenten agreed with her. “In fact, I think it got some of us closer than before.”

Hinata nodded but did not comment. She knew Rock Lee had stood firmly by Tenten when she was heartbroken by Neji’s tragic accident. Tenten always had a soft spot for her cousin, even if it never developed into anything more than friendship. She had needed someone too. No doubt, her family and friends were all there for her. But only one of them was able to quell the sense of utter hopelessness that plagued her at times. It had all started when her self worth had hit a new low and she lay awake at night blaming herself, cursing her very existence. Sasuke had saved her from that depressing train of thoughts. In probably the most primal and questionable way, he had kept her distracted. Because when they came together, they were nothing more than animals in heat. It was lewd, it was vulgar. But it got her out of her slump. And she desperately hoped that some day, she would have the strength to stop relying on him.

“Like seriously, it was so unexpected to see someone as cold and temperamental as Sasuke become so close to you.”, Tenten remarked casually.

Hinata had to physically restrain herself from reacting to her observation. They knew that the two had become closer and they concluded it to Sasuke’s empathy for her, as he had lost his own cousin a few years back too.

She hummed noncommittally and turned to listen to what Naruto was saying. The rest of the evening was all fun, chatter, great food and booze. A few of them like Sakura, Kiba and Lee  had to work the next day, so they decided to end their party before midnight.

Ino was already wobbling on her feet, as they headed to the door.

Sasuke called out to Ino, “Don’t you think you have had a little too much to drink?”

“Ohhh, what is this?... Uchiha Sasuke is worrying about me??!... Are you regretting turning me down all those years back? Hmmmm???... Well, it’s a little too late now darling.. I’ve moved on to green pastures…”, Ino replied with a mild slur.

Shikamaru, who was standing near them had overheard the conversation, and grew a little concerned.

“Ino, will you be okay going back home in this condition?”

“Ah, don’t worry Shika… I’m not nearly as drunk Sasuke thinks…And anyway, Hinata is taking me home… She’ll take good care of me… Right, Hinata?”

Hinata nodded instantly. “I’ll see her to her apartment Shikamaru.”

“Or… She could just stay the night here. I mean, we have bedrooms to spare. She can be our first overnight guest.”

“It’s no problem for me to drive her home. You must be tired already.”, Hinata offered again.

“Oh don’t be silly… It’s fine… Besides, you might have trouble carrying her up the flight of stairs if she drifts off to sleep… That’s it… It’s decided… Ino can spend the night here.”

“But-”, Hinata interjected at the sudden change of plans. She looked over at Sasuke who was trying his best to hide his wicked smile. She realised that he had planned for this to happen.

“Okay!!... I agree to staying over...”, Ino clapped her hands together, and added slyly to Temari. “But only if you promise not to f*ck each other in the next room.”

Drunk Ino had zero filter. Shikamaru looked red in the face, but Temari was a tough cookie to embarrass. 

She laughed and replied sarcastically, “Don’t worry… We will try our best to keep our hands off each other for one night, however difficult it will be.”

-

Hinata parked her car and got out to see Sasuke leaning against his near her block of apartment.

“Took you long.”, Sasuke commented.

“I had to stopover for a fuel refill.”, Hinata said honestly. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”

Sasuke pulled her closer and murmured, “Why not? I didn’t get rid of Ino for nothing.”

Hinata frowned at him, but her cheeks felt hotter from his attention. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do…And I’m… I’m actually a little… sore...”

That revelation did not dampen his smirk. “I thought as much… You were wiggling too much in your seat…”

Hinata pulled away and folded her arms. “Then why are you here?”

“To take you for a late night drive.”

Hinata could not stop the smile that spread on her face. In that moment, all the guilt, all the shame was wiped away. It was only him and her.

Wordlessly, she walked around his black convertible and opened the door to slide in.

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Through time and space 15

The look Katie gives you when you show up on the doorstep of the motel room, was so worth showing up unannounced.

“That look is so worth coming around unannounced.” You say with a grin. Katie punches you on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m going to need that later.” Your sister rolls her eyes and allows you in.

“Sam and Dean are at a bar, getting drunk with someone named Gordon.” Katie explains. “Ellen told Sam and me not to interfere with this guy’s hunt, so that’s what I’m doing.”

“Who’s Ellen?”

“One of Dad’s contacts, she owns a bar called the Roadhouse. We met her last hunt.”

“Oh that makes sense.”

“So what have you been doing?” You plop down on one of the beds with a sigh.

“You know how John and I joke that Sherlock doesn’t have any emotions?”

“Yeah… what brings this up?”

“Cybermen.” Katie rolls her hand asking you to elaborate. “Cybermen are these creatures that used to be human, but they got turned into a machine… with all emotions removed.” You then tell your sister everything that happened this last time you traveled with the Doctor. You leave out the part of the Cyberman’s sensors saying you weren’t human.

You then say you're going to get into the shower. When you turn off the water you can hear Katie talking to some.

“No particular reason.” Your sister says as you get dressed then walk out of the bathroom towel drying your hair. You notice your brothers before they notice you.

“Glad that I decided to change in the bathroom. That would’ve been awkward.” You comment your brothers look at you in surprise.

“When did you get here?” Dean asks.

“About an hour and a half to two hours ago.”

“Yet no one told us?”

“I didn’t even tell Katie that I was coming.”

“Come ‘ere you.” Dean says, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. Which you gladly return. He releases you from his hug and looks at Katie. “Have you seen Gordon anywhere, Katie?”

“I didn’t realize I was his babysitter, and I haven’t seen him since I left the bar.” Katie replies with a shrug.

“You think he went after them?” Sam ask your eldest brother.

“Probably.” Dean replies.

“Dean, we have to stop him.”

“Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand.”

“Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. I’ll drive. Give me the keys.”

Sam points to the table. The keys aren’t there. “Do you girls have my keys?”

“No.” You and Katie reply in unison.

“He snaked the keys.” Sam says with a tone of annoyance.

Dean has to hotwire his car which he is less than happy about. Everyone piles in after Sam traces the route on the map with his finger. When you guys get to the farmhouse you see this man torturing a woman. She looks familiar- you then remember why.

You ran into her on one of the many adventures you had with the Doctor.

“Sam, Dean, and Katie. Come on in.” The man says with a sinister grin. He then notices you. “Who are you?” Your not sure if he’s flirting or what.

“Someone you don’t want to mess with. What are you doing?” You reply.

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren’t you? Wanna help?”

“Hell to the no. I’m not stabbing someone who saved my life in the back.” Technically, that’s a lie- in reality she only gave you directions.

Gordon stops what he’s doing and stalks over to you, murder in his eyes. Thankfully Dean steps in.

“That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one…” Your brother says. Gordon bitterly laughs.

“Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn’t kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.” He says.

“You did what?”

“It wasn’t my sister anymore, it wasn’t human. I didn’t blink. And neither would you.” Dean bites the inside of his lip.

“So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren’t killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn’t care.” Sam points out.

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we’re supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn’t change what they are. And I can prove it.” Gordon roughly grabs your arm and cuts you. He then holds a knife to your throat and forces you to move over to Lenore. All three of your older siblings pull out their guns and point them at Gordon.

“Let her go. Now!” Katie snaps.

“Relax. If I wanted to kill her she’d already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” Gordon says. He holds the cut on your arm over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending, but she doesn’t attack- she fights the urge instead.

“No. No.” Lenore says.

“You hear her, Gordon?” Sam asks, as you push the knife away from your throat, and shove Gordon away from you. Your brother then walks over to you and Lenore. “We’re done here.”

“Sam, get her out of here.” Dean says. Sam gently picks up the injured vampire and carries her outside. You follow your brother holding your injured arm close to your body. Sam gently sets Lenore down before looking towards you.

“What did you mean she saved your life?” He asks as he looks at your arm.

“I lied about that… in reality, she just gave me directions.” You reply. “But what sounds better; I’m not going to kill someone who gave me directions, or I’m not stabbing someone who saved my life in the back?”

“You have a point. I doubt you’re going to need stitches.”

“That’s a relief. I really don’t want my arm to look like Frankenstein’s.” Sam chuckles as the dawn breaks. Katie walks outside and over to you and your brother.

“Dean is currently kicking Gordon’s ass.”

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The next few hunts are spirits- Sam breaks his arm on one of the hunts and your first impression of Jo and Ellen isn’t the best but your siblings seem to trust them.

During a game of poker Dean gets some extra money and he splurges a little and gets two rooms. Turns out getting two rooms was a good idea because the boys get hauled off to the local police department under the suspicion of murder- if you and Katie were in the room it would be suspicion of murder AND kidnapping.

“Now what?” You ask when you read Sam’s text. Sam says this is a 5-O situation but you and Katie can’t bail unless the two of you want to tip off the police.

“Sam’s record’s relatively clean, unlike Dean’s.” Katie replies. You roll your hand asking her to elaborate. “Dean got on the FBI’s most wanted list because a shape shiftier took his face and tortured a few people.”

“And where was I when this happened?”

“Either with the Doctor or helping Sherlock with a case.”

“That makes so much more sense now.” After a while, Sam shows up.

“I’ll explain everything later.” Your brother says as someone knocks on the door. The person at the door is one of the cops that arrested your brothers. The cop explains the situation that she’s in- and she needs help. “These showed up after you saw it?” Sam asks the cop looking at her wrists.

“Yeah, I guess.” The cop replies.

“All right. You’re going to have to tell us exactly what you saw.”

“You know, I must be losing my mind. You’re a fugitive, and you two are housing a fugitive. I should be arresting all three you.”

“All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you’ve gotta talk to us. Okay?” The cop nods. “Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?”

The cop explains before the four of you are headed to Ashland street. Apparently, the spirit isn’t vengeful, just one that foretells death.

When the four of you get to where Dean is you resist the urge to hug your eldest brother, at least for the moment. When the death omen is gone, then you hug your brother. When Dean finds out his car is impounded you get an idea. You pull out your phone and dial Lestrade’s number. “Whoa take a breather, Greg, I was going to ask you for a favor but it appears you need a favor from me more than the other way around.” You say when Lestrade answers the phone. “My brother got his car impounded… pretty much… seriously? I owe you one Greg thanks.” You say before handing the cop your phone. She and Greg talks for a few minutes before she hangs up and hands you back your phone. She then says that she’ll release Dean’s car in three days.

“You literally called Scotland Yard?” Sam asks.

“Hey, I could’ve called the British government.” You reply, your siblings laugh.

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“Are you kidding me… another hellhound case?” You ask when you find out that the next hunt is a hellhound.

“I doubt that this one is going have a drug that makes people hallucinate.” Sam points out.

“Don’t remind me of that Sammy.” Sam arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. “At least this hound is a demon’s pet, not a wild one.”

“What makes that a good thing?” Katie asks.

“It means that this one isn’t going to rip just anyone to shreds. This one has a purpose.” Your siblings look at you blankly. You dig out your dad’s journal and open it to the hellhound page. No one’s removed the bookmark since Baskerville. You then gently throw the journal onto the table. “There are two types of hellhounds- domestic and feral. The one in Baskerville was feral, the one here is domestic… am I the only one who read dad’s notes about hellhounds?” None of your siblings answers. “Why am I not surprised.”

You and Dean go to Lloyd’s bar to go talk to a certain crossroads. You linger in the background as your brother sweet talks the demon. “You better not have made a goddamned deal Dean.” You mutter when you see your brother and the demon liplock. As soon the demon is gone you walk over to Dean and punch his arm.

“Ow, what was that for?” Your brother asks.

“Did you make a damn deal?” You ask. “How long she give you- ten years.” Dean chuckles and ruffles your hair.

“Take a look.” He says gesturing upwards. You notice the trap. “And for the record, I bargained her freedom for my wish.”

“You dog!” You say with a laugh. “I literally thought you made a damn deal… you okay Dean?”

“Dad made a deal, for me… originally his deal was going to involve you but you woke up before he struck the deal.” Dean replies. “It’s my fault he’s dead (nickname).” You look at your brother right in the eyes.

“Dean, his death isn’t your fault.” Dean stays quiet. You place a hand on his arm. “Besides, what if you woke up before I did… dad would’ve sold his soul for me instead. Family would go to hell and back for each other.” Dean doesn’t say anything just pulls you into a hug. The two of you stay like that until Dean remembers that Katie and Sam are more than likely wondering what the hell is taking you two so long.

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I have to put together a pokemon deck for my cousin yeehaw

Highkey am tempted to buy more cards but I know for a fact I have enough for a Lot of functional decks lol. I will resist the urge to splurge on special interest........ I need to keep my money for my roller skates anyway

#rice rambles #i do this like. 3 times a year for my cousins #birthdays and christmas 😔✊ #were a little late for the most recent bday but its fine