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mandoalorian · 3 years

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What about Javier Pena being jealous?????? 🥺

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Into You [Javier Pena x Female Reader] SMUT

Warnings: SMUT, inexperienced reader, angst in the start but fluff in the end ;) <3

Rating: 18+ only.

Word count: 4k

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Javier Peña did not get jealous.

But he heard the way they talked about you. He saw the way they looked at you. Gawked, undressing you with their minds. The way their lips spewed dirt and filth about the things they'd do to you if they were graced with the chance of some ‘alone time’ with you. And he hated it.

Javier Peña was anything but a saint. He had his ways. The DEA had a renown of being more reserved than the CIA, which meant Javier had earned a name for himself due to his lothario reputation. Javier's colleagues were a lot older than him, settled down with families, children- and some even with grandchildren. Even his old partner, Steve Murphy, had a wife and a daughter. Javier had none of that. Except from you.

You were the new receptionist. Shy, fresh faced, and beaming with anticipation as you found your feet in your new job. Javier found it endearing, but he wondered how long your bubbliness would last. It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies- working for the DEA. You had an air of innocence to you, and he swore you had the kindest heart in the whole of Colombia. Javier knew from the moment he met you, that the men in his department were not deserving of you.

Javier didn't give a fuck about his reputation. But when the Colombian department extended to the CIA, Javier met a lot more men who were like himself. He saw them chat up women from his previous encounters in bars, and he saw them visit the same brothels as he did. That behaviour seemed to become normalized.

You were the only women in a department filled with horny, sex crazed men. Often, Javier would find himself watching you from his desk, only a pane of glass seperating you both. Almost always you were on the phone, doodling in a notebook as you talked to potential informants. Other times, your head was down and you were whisked away in your work. Occasionally though, he noticed CIA agents bust their move with you.

He never confronted you about it- it wasn't his place, but seeing the way they spoke to you filled a rage in his heart. Javier was lucky enough to blossom a friendship with you; one that you really valued. You didn't have many friends in Colombia, but knowing a man like Javier Peña had your back? That really brought you comfort.

Even better, you lived in the same apartment building as him. Same floor, just two doors apart. It meant that you were constantly over at his flat spending time with him. He taught you how to play poker and you enjoyed watching movies together and ordering take-out. Javier was a lot of fun.

Maybe, just maybe, you and Javier were spending too much time together. You were catching feelings for him, and shit- he was so sure he had already caught feelings for you.

Javier Peña does not catch feelings. He ran out on his and Lorraine's wedding because he was sure that he felt nothing for her. And she was his fiancée. Now, all of a sudden, he had a thing for the new DEA receptionist who sat outside his office. Only, it was more than just a thing. Javier Peña was in love. The sweet girl he had found to be so caring and compassionate, the angel who had eyes that must've been crafted by the Gods themselves and the softest lips he wished he could kiss.

You had sworn you had never been in love either, until of course, you met Javier. There was no way to explain it. You both just clicked like magnets. There was an electricity that exceeded just mere sexual tension. There was genuine feelings.

Javier Peña is impulsive and so, when his feelings for you dawned on him, he called up his favourite sex worker; Vanessa. Not only was she good at her job, Vanessa was a good person. She was good to Javi when she didn't need to be, and that was hard to find in 80s drug-torn Colombia.

When Javi had a bad day at work- Vanessa would be at his beck and call. Sex was a way he could release any negative emotions he had. A temporary fix.

That night, you had planned to confront Javier. He had confided in you previously that he had stopped sleeping with women. Deep down, it was because of his feelings for you; although he would never admit that to you. You wanted to tell Javier that you liked him… a lot. But, you stood behind his apartment door, bottle of wine in hand, and heard Javier fucking Vanessa.

You froze up as you overheard their mixed up moans and groans of pleasure, immediately feeling stupid. Why would you believe that you actually had a chance with Javier Peña? He clearly didn't feel the same way about you.

And so you went back to your apartment, climbed into bed and finished the bottle of wine on your own. You closed your eyes and masturbated over him, whining his name as pleasure filled your core.

And when Javier fucked Vanessa, he had her wear your pale pink lipgloss. He imagined her eyes match your specific shade and as he reached his climax, he wished it was with you. When he came, he screamed your name.

Of course, Vanessa didn't care. A job was a job to her.

After that night, you done your very best to brush away any feelings you once had for Javier. You tried really hard. You were beginning to believe it was a lost cause until CIA Agent Milo approached your desk about a month later.

Of course Javier noticed. He tried to take in the interaction between the two of you, judging from facial expressions as the glass pane in between you was practically soundproof. You were smiling, and you looked happy. Milo leaned against your desk, taking a pen and scrawling something on a sticky note. It was his number.

Jealousy was rife inside of Javi. Maybe Milo was about ten years younger than Javier, and maybe he read more fashion magazines. Although Javier considered himself stylish, you would often tease him for his 70s style wardrobe— an array of brightly coloured button up shirts, the same pair of dark blue denim jeans and pair of yellow tinted aviators.

Javier knew Milo was no good for you. He reminded Javi of a younger version of himself. Milo was a heartbreaker, and you didn't need that. You needed someone who could look after you. Take care of you in all the ways you needed.

Not only that, but Javier knew what the CIA department was like— especially Milo. He would have nothing but questionable intentions with you. Another one of his sexual encounters that meant nothing to him but everything to you.

It was late on a Saturday evening when you nervously knocked on Javier's door. Just about to light up a cigarette, he stood up and unlocked it. His eyes widened when he saw you, slightly surprised.

You were wearing a little black dress which clung around all your perfections, and ofcourse, your signature pink lip gloss.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he greeted as you slid past him and into the kitchen. "Want a drink?"

"No thank you." you replied, and Javier shut the front door and followed you into the kitchen.

"So what brings you here?" Javier asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a puff of smoke.

"I have a date with Milo in 45 minutes," you told Javier, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"Oh," Javier didn't really know how to respond.

"And, I missed you." you shrugged innocently, beckoning a small smile out of Javier. The blush that crept upon his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"So, uh, Milo, huh?" Javier questioned, taking another drag of his cigarette. He failed to realise why exactly you had come to see him- 45 minutes before your date.

"Um, yeah," you looked around his kitchen awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "He's pretty great." you managed to force out. "He was employee of the month like, three months ago."

"Yeah a real sucker upper," Javi rolled his eyes and you gasped, nudging him playfully.

"He is not." You laughed but Javier really wasn't in the mood for whatever you were trying to do here.

"Why are you here?" he deadpanned, cutting your laugh short.

"I…" you frowned, unable to complete your sentence and earning an annoyed sigh from Javi. Maybe you were wrong to come to him.

"I don't think you should go out on a date with Milo." Javi informed you matter-of-factly; stubbing out his cigarette in the ash-tray that was conveniently placed on the kitchen counter.

"Excuse me?" you asked, your voice going uncontrollably high pitched. Javier casually placed the burnt out tab back in his mouth.

"I hear the things they say about you in the office, the sly little comments they make about you." Javier grunted, dismay written all over his face. The cigarette that was balanced in-between his perfect pink lips wobbled slightly with his building up anger. "They're no good for you. No good."

You narrowed your eyes. "No good? Javier, you don't get to be the judge of who is good for me and who isn't." You tried to stay composed but in the heat of the moment, your words came out as a snarl. Javier's dark eyes snapped up to meet yours as he tried to weigh up your expression.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that." he raised his hands in defense and you folded your arms across your chest, awaiting an explanation for him. "It's just- we're friends, right? And I'm a guy and so, I understand what these other guys are like. And I care about you and-"

"What if Milo cares about me?" you croaked out. Judging from everything Javier had told you so far, you were beginning to wonder if he was right. You just didn't want to believe it. Your one shot of happiness. Your one chance.

"Milo doesn't care about you." Javier deadpanned.

"Ouch Javi." you shuffled your heels around uncomfortably. You were certain your cheeks were heating up from the shame and you probably looked like an absolute mess in front of Javier. You felt embarrassed for not realising sooner. And seemingly, Javier had caught on to those feelings too.

"You have nothing to feel ashamed about," Javier comforted you, awkwardly reaching out and placing a hand on your back. You shuffled closer to him and he finally pent up the courage to pull you into his chest.

His embrace was warm and you could smell the mixture of his cigarettes and aftershave in his white shirt. You wanted to cry. If you were alone, you would've cried, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so in front of Javier.

"I feel pathetic," you whimpered, fidgeting with his tie. "You know Javi, I'm not very good at this kind of stuff. That's why I came to see you in the first place. I know that- I mean I've heard things about you. You have the experience."

Javier stiffened up and you awkwardly pulled away from him, desperately trying to read his expression in case you said something wrong. "Experience?" he questioned, his dark eyebrows knotting together.

"You- you know," you murmured, closing your hands into a fist and looking down at your feet. "You're experienced and I'm… not."

"I don't understand." Javier replied and you huffed out your cheeks.

"Fuck Javi, are you actually going to make me say it? I'm a virgin."

Javier blinked a few times. The silence was deafening. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

"I- I would've never have guessed."

"Yeah well…" Fuck, this was awkward.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Javier prompted.

"I guess?" you replied in bewilderment.

"When I see him talk to you- when I see anyone talk to you… I get jealous. So fucking jealous."

You swore your heart stopped. "Jealous?"

"I see the way they make you laugh and smile- and I curse myself because I wish that was me."

You raised a hand and pressed it into his chest. "Javi…" you didn't know what to say. "I- I came here for… advice. About… you know. Sex."

Javier looked you up and down and rolled his eyes, walking into his living room. When you followed him, he was already slouched into the sofa, nursing a bottle of cold beer.

"What do you need from me?" Javier sighed, feeling defeated that his attempt of admitting his true feelings had become completely lost on you.

"Show me." you whispered nervously, taking a few steps closer to him.

"I don't want to take advantage of you…" Javier trailed off but he was already wishing he could undress you.

"I want you to." you admitted, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Javier contemplated for a moment but really, there was no question about it. He had dreamt of fucking you since the moment he first laid his eyes on you. Javier leaned forward and put the bottle of beer on the coffee table.

"Take off your dress and come sit on my lap." Javier instructed and you nodded, sliding out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles. You went to kick off your heels when Javi interrupted. "No, keep them on."

You nodded with a slight smile. It wasn't long until you found yourself standing completely naked in front of your best friend, and Javi had gotten rock hard from just watching you undress. All his fantasies were alive.

He beckoned you over and you sunk down onto his lap. "Rock your hips over me," Javi mumbled, pressing a light kiss into your ear.

You followed his command and immediately felt a wash of satisfaction as you started to dry hump him through his jeans.

"Javi," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you grind harder over his bulge.

"That's it, good girl," he praised, fucking a stand of your hair behind your ear. His hand fell down to your chest, grabbing and squeezing at your breasts. "Take what you need."

A huff of air escaped your lips at his words and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. His skin was warm and you could smell the tobacco burnt into his body. But also, there was a sweetness to him, like honey. The scents did not get lost on you. He was your addiction.

You raised your hands to his head, lacing your fingers amongst his locks of dark brown hair. As you increased your speed, you tugged on his hair which earned a hearty groan from Javier's mouth. The noises he made only spurred on your arousal and you felt your cunt getting wetter by the second, contracting around nothing as you began to grow desperate for his cock.

Javier felt his boxer shorts dampen as his precum dripped through the thin material. His big hands roamed your bare back and he knew that pretty soon he'd want to take his pants off. You loved the sensation of rubbing your pussy over his denim jeans, the friction tickling you in just the right ways. You loved the way he would moan or tense up when you occasionally brushed over his erection.

"This feels better than I ever could've imagined." you admitted and your eyes were hazy, glazed with tears as you pushed towards your climax.

"Yeah? Fuck, first times usually aren't this good," Javier grunted as he felt you twitch on top of him, your legs beginning to shake around him. "Can you cum for me?"

"You- you want me to cum?" you blinked, a blush creeping upon your cheeks.

"Please," Javier groaned. "Need you to cum all over me. Make a mess of my jeans."

"Oh Javi," you whimpered, putting more focus on grinding over his hard, defined bulge. It rubbed between your folds and stimulated you in a way that your fingers could never.

"I love it when you say my name," Javier hummed, holding you steady as you rode out your high. You gasped and pressed your lips against his.

He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, begging for entry which you happily granted him. But the second you opened your mouth just slightly, he slid his tongue in and you gasped out another loud moan of his name causing his grip to tighten around you. You came undone all over him, just how he had always dreamt about, whimpering into his mouth. You stopped grinding but stayed still on his lap for a few moments, letting him hold you and kiss you.

His kiss eventually left your lips and he planted sloppy love bites down your neck and along your collarbones. His grip on your breast was soft yet firm and the roughness of his hands made you want to help, especially when he rubbed his thumb over your nipple, pinching it slightly just to see what reaction he could get out of you.

"Your tits are fucking perfect." Javier groaned, licking a stripe down the valley of your breasts. You watched him with eager and excited eyes as he played with you, feeling your cunt drip with your arousal once more.

"Javi," you groaned, tossing your head back.

"What is it?" he responded, a mouthful of your tit. You paused for a moment, letting him suck on your nipples. "What do you need, my love?"

"I need you," you mewled, your toes curling involuntarily when he pulled his mouth away from your nipples with a 'pop' sound. "Need your cock to fill me up."

"Yeah? Fuck you're so dirty… never had no cock before. And you want mine? Are you sure that's what you want, sweet girl?" Javier's mustache brushed against your neck and you giggled at the tickle it gave you.

"Mm yes Javi, wanted this for so long and so bad. Wanted you. I'd hear about all the girls that you fucked and I, I just wanted to be one. One of your little fuck toys." You groaned, pleasure pooling in your eyes.

"My love, you're more than that. You're so much more than that." Javier promised you, gently pushing you off his lap so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He stood up, pulling his jeans down, along with his boxer shorts, and you couldn't help but yelp when you saw the way his long thick cock sprung out against his stomach. The tip was red and already leaking for you.

"Oh Javi," you whispered, unable to take your eyes off his manhood. "You're so- you're so big."

"Come here," he curled his finger, gesturing for you to come back over and sit on his lap.

You straddled him again and gasped, feeling his cock press between your folds. You continued to rub over him, this time feeling more freeing as your wetness glided over his erection. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "I want this Javi. I really do, but I've never- done this before." you gulped and Javi planted a reassuring kiss to your lips.

"I'll go gentle sweetheart, I promise. And if it ever gets too much, you can just tell me. Your comfort is the most important to me." Javi whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "Let me just…."

Javier lowered his hand to your clit and began to rub gently. He closed his eyes, your wetness soaking his fingers with just the smallest of touches. "Already so nice and wet for me," Javier smiled, bringing his fingers up to your lips and pushing them gently into your mouth. He watched you with his dark, lust blown eyes as you sucked your own arousal from his fingers. "How do you taste?"

"Good," you replied, blushing again and hopelessly fluttering your eyelashes which framed your eyes.

Javier lowered his hand again and you lifted yourself up slightly. He slid his middle finger in, deep, and you were surprised at how well you could take him. He left his finger inside of you for a second before rubbing his index finger against your hole. He looked at you, asking for approval, to which you gave him a nod and smile, and Javier pushed a second finger inside of you. This earned a moan from you, followed by a giggle as he slowly stretched you out by pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Feeling your walls contract around him, he removed his fingers and brought them up to his own mouth, this time tasting you for himself. "Perfect." he corrected you, humming in delight.

Javier reached over to the drawer inside the coffee table and pulled out a string of condoms. He teared open the packet of one and skillfully slid it down his length.

Javier adjusted himself slightly and you lifted off him just a few inches. He reached to his cock and held it upright, before signalling for you to sink down on him. He wanted to let you be in control. He wanted you to start doing it at your own, comforting pace.

The second you sunk down on him, you felt him twitch inside of you and your eyes widened at the unfamiliar feeling fullness. You sat down on him, nudging your nose against his and he kissed you again as you warmed his cock in your pussy.

"So tight," Javier growled, biting down on your lower lip. "How does it feel for you? Is it hurting?"

You shook your head 'no' and Javier offered you a warm smile. "Just- you're just so big."

"Take your time sweet girl." Javier murmured, kissing down your neck.

Slowly, you lifted yourself off him before sinking back down. And repeat. Until eventually you felt like you could build up a steady and comfortable rhythm— you realised you were riding him. Javier buried his head into your breasts as you bounced on his cock, your breathing hitching as you felt every one of his bumps and veins inside of you.

Javier was a mess underneath you, slurring out an abundance of incoherent curses in a wash of satisfaction as your cunt clenched around him. He knew he wouldn't last long.

You straightened up your posture and Javi shuffled backwards a little, leaning into the plush of the sofa cushions. His hips started to snap into yours as he began to meet your thrusts with loud moans. His large hands held you by your waist as he fucked you so perfectly. His cock was buried deep within you, and with every one of Javier's thrusts, he hit your sweet spot.

"I'm close," you gasped as Javier continued thrusting. You felt your heart rate pick up and your legs begin to shake as his balls slapped against your dripping core.

"Me too," Javier concluded, bumping his nose against yours and kissing you passionately. Breaking away to catch breath, he grabbed a fistful of your hair. "Cum with me. 3, 2, 1."

The second he said '1' you broke on top of him, and Javier's cock pulsed inside of you, his seed spilling into the condom. Your cunt clenched around him, milking him of all his arousal and you were left, a breathless mess, on Javier Peña's lap. His cock slipped out of you and you groaned at the lost feeling of fullness. Javier pinched the condom and took it off before throwing it into the nearby trash bin.

Javier's dark eyes blinked up at you a few times as you both took a few minutes to regain your breath. "How was it?" Javier asked eventually, exhaling shakily.

"Better than I ever could've imagined." you offered him a smile. He always found that your smile was contagious and he couldn't help but grin at you back.

"Listen- what I said to you before- the whole, "I'm into you" thing… if you're not ready, I completely understand." Javier told you.

You couldn't bring yourself to fathom words so you simply just pressed a kiss into his lips. "I'm into you too, Javier Peña." you whispered and felt Javier grin into the kiss, his hands twisting into your hair as he pulled you deeper into him.

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peakyscillian · 3 years

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Break | Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader | One Shot - Prompt |

Summary: Based off of the break up prompt lists. "I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break." & "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Warnings: Language, heartbreak. Request: Anon. A/N: Okkkk I struggled to break up with Cillian because why would I?. This has a little bit of Joe Cole x reader as well. I'm so sorry if I also break your hearts wirth this! Let me know if you want to be on my taglist!

•Break•

You had given up and decided to head to bed once the clock turned to midnight, you were waiting up for your boyfriend. You'd been doing that alot lately. Cillian would wander in whenever he pleased, not letting you know where he was or had been. You were barely exchanging words when you were around each other, and the last time you'd been intimate was a distant memory.

The thought of not even having him try to kiss your face all over when he returned from a few weeks filming was enough to make you hiccup out a sob as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, you were losing him and you had no clue what had caused it.

You threw back the heavy duvet, climbing under it, you grabbed for his pillow it smelt just like him and you needed that right now,you needed to know you could have something of him close. The bedroom door opening and the light from the hall signalled he was back, you hadn't seen him since 7am that morning you were rushing out the door to work, had managed to slip a kiss to his cheek as he busied himself with making breakfast, he had grumbled a see ya later as you closed the door behind you.

Rolling over you watched as he undressed, dropped his clothes into the hamper just inside the wardrobe and headed for the bathroom, you heard the shower turn on, with a sigh you left the bed, opening the bathroom door you sat on the marble side, waiting for him to finish.

His blue eyes flicked over you as he stepped out, your eyes trailed over his body the carved out abs on his stomach, his broad shoulders all the working out for Peaky Blinders was paying off. "Do you even love me, anymore?" you asked arms folded across your chest, Cillian stopped dead in his tracks only moving to wrap a towel around his waist, the water dropping from his hair onto his back. His muscles flexed as his huffed out a breath ""I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break" his voice was calm, carefully measured he hadn't turned to look at you. Without a word you moved from the side, biting back tears you left the bathroom, heart shattering with every step. Grabbing the pillow you had been curled into you snatched your phone from the bedside table, the charger and your laptop. Cillian had appeared from the bathroom. You looked at him, the hurt evident on your face "I'll be gone tomorrow" you didn't look back as you left your shared room, heading for the guest room furthest away so he wouldn't hear your heartbreak even more. Sure enough the next mornig, you were gone and Cillian knew he'd made the biggest mistake. *** Cillian spotted you sat out on the terrace, of course you would be here, you'd spent years of your life around his castmate, years of friendship formed between you all. Of course you'd be celebrating Paul and Annie's engagement with them. He just wasn't prepared to see you with Joe, you hadn't spoke to him at all in the year since he broke up with you, you had made sure the house was cleared whilst he was away and you'd definitely diverted his calls. You were sat at the table, in a simple denim summer dress, your hair was shorter but it suited you, you were leaning in close to Joe, his smile was definitely down to you, you always knew how to make people happy. He knew how bad he'd treated you, how he'd left you wondering every evening at home, whether he'd return or not. The press and pressure of your age had got to him, he needed a private life craved one but the fact he'd stepped out with you half his age and so open had pulled his life into the spotlight, he couldn't deal with it so he had hurt you in the process. Helen and Natasha had told him about your relationship with Joe, with how it had all happened so naturally after you had reappeared from hiding away from them all, Joe trying his hardest to mend your heart. Sophie had been so angry with him, told him he was selfish and ridiculous to think anything outside of your relationship mattered so much that he had to break your heart that way. Cillian just hadn't expected to have to deal with seeing you curled into Joe's side, dropping kisses to his cheek the way you had with him and then you were walking up the path to the kitchen where he'd been hiding. You had stalled slightly at the sight of him, the sight of him there in front of you, after a year of avoiding him, you had childishly ignored his calls not wanting to hear him reason with you over his decision, not wanting to hear his stupid excuses. You walked past him, straight to the bathroom in the hall, stealing a few extra minutes to catch your breath after that familiar scent of his aftershave caught your senses and knocked the breath from your lungs. It had took you months to even want to speak to anyone about him, Helen had held you so many times as you sobbed, as you cursed her closest friend, wished him some kind of pain like the one he had caused you. Joe had took you out on a friend date, something to make you feel normal and then at the end of the night his lips had brushed yours and you felt so many emotions, you'd cried right there on your doorstep, he wrapped you tight in his arms, rocked you on the sofa whispered promises you weren't sure you could believe.

You had believed them though, you'd let him in even with the fear of judgement from others, about moving on within the group but he had brushed all those fears away, he'd let everyone know when you were ready and the support was enormous everyone just wanted you happy. Cillian was waiting outside the bathroom, he need to speak to you, he needed to hear your honey coated voice once more, it had been too long. "Hi y/n" he spoke softly not to make you jump. You smiled at him, not quite reaching your eyes "Hey Cill, how are you?" you had took the polite route, you didn't want to ruin Paul and Annie's day. Cillian had nodded sipping from his drink, a little shocked at how easily his nickname had left your lips "fine, yeah good, you?" You lent against the wall "great thanks" you bit at your lip eyes darting across his face, his hair was longer his preffered style, he looked tired but you knew he'd be out in New York filming for a new movie, Helen sometimes couldn't help but mention him. "does he treat you right?" Cillian couldn't help himself, he needed to ask. You let out a small laugh "He does thank you for the concern, but really you didn't exactly treat me right towards the end"

He deserved that he knew he did but it didn't hurt any less "You never let me apologise for that" You simply rolled your eyes "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore" you pushed away from the wall, heading back out into the garden. Cillian watched you go, watched as Joe greeted you half way back to the table, concern on his face, he watched as you reassured him, kissing him hand squeezing at his arm, he knew that touch he knew how that felt and he had to try his hardest to hold back his emotions as you turned to look right at him, giving him a small smile before taking your seat again. Cillian made his way to his own seat, next to Finn and Sophie who turned to include him in the conversation, his heart pounding at the fact he really had lost you now, and he only had himself to blame. *** Taglist. @queenshelby @cloudofdisney @janelongxox @datewithgianni @elenavampire21 @magicalpieex

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years

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Come As You Are

Summary: Dean takes Y/n dress shopping for a hunt, both of them blissfully unaware of where it will lead.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.9K+

Warnings: Language, self-esteem and body image struggles, public intercourse, unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it)

Author’s Note: This was written for an anonymous request,

“Hey babe I don’t know if your taking requests but I had a groovy idea dean x shy plus reader where they have to get the reader nice sexy clothes but she feels really uncomfortable in them and refuses to leave the dressing room and dean confess how he feels and they have sex in the dressing room ? Fluff and smut”

I truly enjoyed writing it so I hope it lives up to your expectations anon. Remember, feedback is like crack to writers, and we always love to hear what you thought xoxo Alex

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A frown etched itself on her face as she ran her hand over the fabrics hanging from the racks. All of it felt foreign underneath her fingertips. Satin, chiffon, and everything else that was far more expensive than she was used to. Y/n’s wardrobe mostly consisted of denim and polyester blends that tended to fray after two washes. It was all that a hunter could afford, after all.

“How in the hell are we gonna afford any of this crap?” She whispered to Dean, who was eyeing the rack behind her, the gowns in front of him all a deep shade of red.

“Charlie’s miracle card, remember? There is no limit,” Dean raised his brow at her, a grin etched across his perfect face.

“Fine,” she groaned. “I still don’t see why I even need to go dress shopping, I’m sure I could find something in my closet.”

“I’ve seen your closet, and none of it is right for this case. You’ve got to distract the coroner for the night and you can’t do that in baggy jeans and flannel.” Dean huffed as he picked a dress off the rack. Y/n’s eyes went wide as she took it in, the hem was short for anyone’s standards, then add in the plunging neckline and this dress left nothing to the imagination.

“That is so not happening,” Y/n pointed at the offensive garment, her stomach fluttering at the simple idea of even trying to slip into it. Every spot on her body that she hated would be on full display in that thing. Her thick thighs, the roll that sat on her bra just under her arms, and don’t get her started on her abdomen.

“Come on, just try it. You never know ‘till you try it on.”

“Ugh,” Y/n snatched the dress from his hand before stalking off to look at more dresses. There were a couple more options that she grabbed to try on that were closer to her comfortability level. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead in any of the items in her arms. But Dean had this way about him, always able to convince her to do anything without question. Maybe it was the way his skin crinkled around his eyes or the brightness that always seemed to live behind those deliciously green eyes? Who was she kidding, it was all of that and then some. The huntress had fallen hard for him from that first meeting. Sometimes she wondered why she chose to torture herself.

Dean Winchester was the cream of the crop when it came to hunters, as was his baby brother, Sam. The whole world knew who they were, including heaven and hell, so how could she be expected to resist him when he smiled at her the way he does. Or even when he made her coffee in the mornings just how she liked it and picked up chocolate and pain killers for her when he knew it was that time of the month. He was exceedingly attentive to her, something that she was sure he only directed at Sam. It was just another thing that surprised her about the legend of a man.

Yeah, like an idiot she fell for the eldest Winchester. There was no stopping it even though she was certain that her feelings would never be reciprocated. Y/n wasn’t like the other woman that Dean went for when he was on the prowl at bars. It’s not that she was ugly, it was that she was plain at best. People didn’t turn their heads when she walked in the room, men’s gazes didn’t linger on her from across the bar, no, Y/n was merely average. That’s how she knew that Dean would never see her as more than a friend because he had never looked at her in any form of want.

“Are you ready to try those on?” A sales woman’s voice broke her out of her unrelenting train of thought. Dean answered for her before she could process the woman’s words.

“Yes, please.” He smiled brightly and Y/n watched as the woman’s face flushed under his gaze. Y/n almost felt bad for the woman who was now just another victim to his charm. The saleswoman at least would be able to relish in his attention, wondering about what could have been had Y/n not been there with him. Y/n on the other hand already knew her fate. But mostly, if she was being honest, she was jealous.

Dean put his hands on her shoulders and guided her along behind the boutique worker who took them into the back of the store where the dressing rooms were located. The area was mostly quiet, just the music from the speakers could be heard in the space. Three large mirrors sat in front of a stage on the far wall, the rooms spaning out on either side of it. In the center of the room were three plush chairs for those waiting for others to sit in.

The worker unlocked a door for her as Dean plopped down in one of the chairs. Y/n slipped behind the door, letting out a deep breath as it closed behind her. If there was one thing she hated it was trying on clothes. Nothing ever seemed to fit her right or look anything like what it did on the hanger. It made the task a constant battle with her self-consciousness.

Y/n had always carried extra weight on her body. It wasn’t that she didn’t live an active lifestyle, she was a hunter, after all, it was the diet that hunters were accustomed to. It was fast food and dives in every small town in America. Not many mom and pop places tended to offer an egg white omelet, and it wasn’t her inclination to eat them either. So, she had always been bigger than most, and if she was being honest she had grown used to that. Maybe she used it as a shield to protect herself. Making connections with people as a hunter only tended to end in heartbreak, so this was easier.

The hunter hid the scary red thing Dean had selected behind all the rest of her haul, hoping she would find something before she ever even got to the thing. Y/n stripped from her flannel and jeans tossing them on the bench in the corner. She also added her bra to the pile, knowing all of these garments necessitated that she did not wear one. That left her in her favorite pair of panties. They weren’t anything special, but they made her butt looked its best.

The first dress in the line up was a straight black dress that hit just above her knee. The neckline wasn’t anything too crazy but the sleeves rolled off the shoulders a strip of fabric wrapping around her bust. Y/n was able to slip it on and tug up the zipper on the side. With a slide of her hands against the fabric, she frowned at her reflection. Not that it would flatter any figure, in her opinion.

“What’s taking so long in there?” Dean called out from his spot in front of the mirrors.

“I’m not coming out in this thing,” she called back as she began to take the dress back off.

“Oh, come on sweetheart,”

“Nope, next,” Y/n heard him huff even through the door and she imagined he rolled his eyes as well.

The next dress was a deep blue color. It had a wrap and pencil skirt, with an asymmetrical shape between the hem and the neckline. She supposed it was pretty but it also kind of looked like she had wrapped herself in a towel. Mostly, she felt like the point in the neckline was going to stab her in the throat, and she was not sure how to be sexy when she was trying not to die. It was another pass for her.

There was only one dress left, and at that moment she was wishing to whoever was listening that she had picked out a few more choices. Dean was whistling now, some Zeppelin tune she couldn’t exactly identify and she knew he was getting impatient. Y/n swapped the fabrics on her body, pulling the thin straps of the red satin piece up onto her shoulders. The dress clung to her skin, the fabric lightweight.

“Y/n/n,” Dean’s voice was just outside the door, the new proximity of it startling her. “Come on, you have to show me at least one. I know you and you’ll just try vetoing them all.” Y/n swore under her breath because he was right and it pissed her off that he knew her that well. The zipper was out of her reach on her back and she supposed she wouldn’t be able to truly see what it looked like on her unless she zipped it up.

“Fine, I need help with this zipper anyway,” she sighed and held the fabric against her naked chest while opening the door with her other. Dean was beaming when he came into view on the other side of the door. He snuck inside faster than a flea, the slamming of the door startling her again.

Get it together woman, you kill monsters for a living, Y/n cursed herself.

“Turn,” Dean instructed her with his fingers, and the woman obliged as she faced the mirror. Dean brushed her hair off her shoulder with his fingertips, the action barely distinguishable but it sent the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. With one hand holding the bottom stop, he used the other to tug on the pull tab, sliding together the teeth in one fluid motion.

“Thanks,” Y/n’s words were soft as she made eye contact with the green-eyed hunter in the mirror. He ran his tongue of his bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth as his eyes wandered over her exposed skin.

Y/n visibly cringed as she looked at herself. Unfortunately, this was her favorite out of the three, but that didn’t mean she felt like she could venture anywhere in public in the thing. “Sweetheart, if that coroner hadn’t already been eyeing you up today, he would not know where to start when he sees you in this.”

“Shut up,” Y/n scrunched her nose as she spun around to whack Dean’s shoulder. “You are so full of it.”

“Am not,” Dean scoffed, his eye softening before he continued. “Y/n, why don’t you see how beautiful you are?”

Y/n whipped around to stare at him, her arms crossing over her chest, not believing that those words come out of his mouth. Surely, he was playing with her…

“Have you looked at me, Dean?” Y/n slapped her hands against her thighs, emphasizing their jiggle upon impact. “I’m nothing special.”

“I have looked at you,” His gaze traveled down her body again, his breath hitching slightly as he did so. “I’ve been looking at you for a while now.” The drop in Dean’s voice sent heat rushing through her body, the gravel undertone making her shiver.

“Dean--” words escaped her as the hunter stepped into her personal space, pushing her back against the mirror. Dean’s left hand came to rest against the reflective surface just beside her head as he chewed on his lip.

“I don’t think you know how hard it is for me to keep my eyes off of you,” he leaned into her, his nose brushing alongside hers. “And now, seeing you in this dress, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

A rush of confidence coursed through her blood as his hot breath fanned over her face and Y/n slipped her hands behind his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers. The movement was anything but smooth, though the action sent both of the hunters into action. Dean growled as he nipped her lower lip and she opened up to him, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth.

A moan involuntarily came from her as his hands moved to her hips, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin material where his finger pressed into her flesh. He stepped back, pulling her after him as he backed up and dropped to sit on the plush bench. Dean bunched up the material to her hips as he urged her to straddle his lap. Y/n used her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, the new bulge in his pants a surprise to her as she settled in his lap.

“Yeah, and you thought I was kidding,” Dean took in the slight rise in her brow, leaning forward to run his lips across her jaw, taking note of the places that made her shiver. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she allowed Dean to explore her body and let herself just feel him. Dean raked his teeth along with the shell of her ear, causing her to buck her hips and both of them to groan.

“Fuck,” her words were a breath on her lips as she repeated the action, the roughness of his jeans just enough friction on her aching sex.

“That’s it, beautiful, take what you need,” Dean sat back and used his hands to keep her body moving against his own, watching the way her brows scrunched together in the center of her forehead. With a shift of his hips, he had her pushed back and straddling his left thigh, his hands still in their place on her hips. “Can you come like this, sweetheart?”

“I don’t--” a jolt of electricity had her halting her denial, instead she chose to just nod and place her hands against his chest to balance her movement. She could feel Dean’s heart hammering in his chest under her palm and the quick rise and fall of his breath. Even at this moment, she was disbelieving that he was that turned on watching her get herself off on his thigh, but she had the proof hammering under her fingertips. Y/n was biting her lip to keep quiet in the small room. “Dean, I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, come for me, Y/n,” he husked as his grip tightened, though she wasn’t sure how that was even possible, seeing as there was already gonna be bruises there later, that she was sure of. The sound of his voice reverberating in her head had the coil snapping inside of her, heat flooding her body as every nerve sparked and faded out. A rush of air left her lungs, her body slumping as her muscles relaxed post-orgasm.

“Oh my god.” As her arousal ebbed from her body and the reality of what just happened came to her sense, Y/n clammed up and she tried to climb from his lap. Blood rushed to her face and her hands flew to her cheeks to hide the heat settling there.

“Woah, where are you going?” Dean stopped her from making a hasty exit, his eyes searching hers in question.

“Dean, what the hell just happened?”

A smirk replaced the confusion on his face as he leaned forward and nuzzled his face in her neck, tracing his tongue up her pulse. “You just got yourself off on my thigh while I tried not to cream my jeans,” he breathed in her ear. It was like he already knew every button to push on her body, his dirty talk doing everything she needed it to for her body to already be aching for him again.

“I--”

“Shh, sweetheart. That was hot as fuck, and all I want now is to be buried deep inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Jesus,” her eyes shifted to his, taking in the mischievous glint shining behind his iris. “You aren’t kidding.”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ at the end of his word and Y/n nodded as she climbed off him. She turned her back to him so he could undo the zipper, and it took a second for Dean to catch on to her silent action. He jumped to the edge of the bench and tugged down the zipper before sliding the material down her shoulders. Dean hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties, placing a kiss on the dip in her lower back before pulling the soaked material to pool at her feet along with the dress. He stood then as she turned back to him and pushed his jacket and flannel down his arms, adding it to the pile of discarded clothes in the room.

“Come, on we don’t have a lot of time before someone gets suspicious.” There was a quiver in her voice as she lifted the hem of his tee and tugged open his belt. It was taking everything in her to quell the shaking in her hands. Dean’s fingers came down to wrap around her wrists, halting her movement and she looked up at him.

“Y/n we don’t have to,” he was trying to read her mind as he examined her face. The trepidation was seeping through her pores, but not because she didn’t want this. Hell, the painful ache between her legs told her how much she wanted this, but her brain couldn’t help to race through the million thoughts about what it all meant.

“No, I-- God do I want this,” Y/n began chewing on the inside of her cheek as she tried to come up with the words to explain to him what she was thinking. But the longer the time passed the more nervous she grew, standing there stark naked and he’s still basically fully dressed. “I think I’ve wanted this for a long time now, but I’m just scared.”

“Of?” He urged her to continue.

“That this doesn’t mean the same thing to you,” Y/n cast her glance down, her eyes fixated on the way the fluorescent light glinted in the metal of his belt.

“You think that this is about getting my dick wet for me.” It wasn’t a question, because she had all but spelled it out for him. “Y/n,” He put his fingers under her chin and turned her head back up to his, brushing his lips against hers, the action soft and unhurried. “I told you, I’ve been watching you for a while now, trying to learn everything I could about you. I would have done this the first night I met you if I hadn’t thought about what it would do to you. But I’m done being scared because I think I fell for you a long time ago and no amount of whiskey or other women could make me forget that. So I’m done fighting it.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears now, and Dean answered her with another kiss, pulling her body flush against his own as he invaded her mouth. The pair only pulled apart when they could no longer fight the need for air. “Dean--”

“Yeah,” he breathed, dropping his grip on her to finish what she started with his belt. Y/n watched his movements, her breath getting caught in her throat as she watched him pull his length from its cotton confines. Dean signaled for her to turn with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. She obliged, of course, and Dean pushed her gently between her shoulder blades until her hands were pressed against the mirror. He nudged her legs to open a tad wider, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

“Do we--”

“I’m good if you’re good,” she told him, knowing where he was going with his question. He nodded to her before lining himself up with her entrance. Dean held her gaze as he entered her from behind, both of them sighing together as he became fully seated. Y/n closed her eyes as she tried to compose herself, her head falling between her arms.

“Fuck, open your eyes, look at yourself,” Dean was biting his tongue as he swatted her ass to get her to lift her head again. She indulged him, looking at herself in the mirror before turning her eyes back to his in the mirror. “There you go,” he praised her, the words like music to her ears as he pulled back out and slammed into her hips.

Dean set up a steady rhythm, careful to not shake the walls of the dressing too much with his movement. The couple kept their eyes on each other in the mirror, the moment the most erotic thing she could ever remember doing, but for the life of her, she couldn’t be bothered by it. Even from her vantage point, she could see how blown his pupils were, the black of his iris’ all but drowning out the green that she loved so much. To be honest, she wasn’t sure which she liked more now. All she did know was the feeling of him moving inside her and the way her muscles were shaking.

A small knock had Dean stilling his movements, and Y/n stood up, pressing her back against his chest. He slipped an arm around her chest as she signaled for him to be silent. “You doing alright in there?”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and let out a breath, “Yeah,” she called back, afraid her voice would be too wrecked if she said anything else.

“Is there anything else I can get you? Maybe some different sizes?” The saleswoman tried again.

“Nope, I’m all set, thank you.”

“Okay, just let me know.” The sound of her footsteps could be heard retreating from the dressing room, and Dean pressed his face into her neck, the pair of them chuckling.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he adjusted their position, resuming the movement of his hips as he snaked his free hand down to rub against her clit. Y/n jolted in his arms at the contact, this time closing her eyes as he built her back up. “I’m right behind you. Can you come for me again?” Y/n nodded against him, her hands flying to his forearm as she felt herself jumping over the cliff, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her knees buckled and Dean had to adjust himself to keep her from falling, still fucking her from behind as her fluttering walls milked him to his own orgasm. He bit into her shoulder to keep himself from groaning out loud.

“Sweet Jesus,” her body went limp in his arms as the pair of them caught their breath in the now muggy space.

“Yeah, you are so not going out with that coroner tonight. We will find a different way.” Dean admitted as he pulled his now softening cock from her. Y/n flinched at the feeling and the subsequent rush of his release inside her.

“What?” She turned to him as he began righting himself, not understanding why he didn’t want her to do her job.

“‘Cause you are all mine now,” Dean tugged her into his chest, his fingers around one of her biceps. “And I want to spend all night making sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Dean laughed as she blinked at him, clearly lost for any sort of coherent answer to what he just told her.

“Get dressed so we can get out of here and kick Sammy out of our motel room.” Dean tapped her ass again and she pushed him away from her, a stupid grin on both of their faces.

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One Summer in Paris - Unravel ~ JJK

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers,

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

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Your daughter was yelling happily while Jungkook chased her around the apartment with a "scary" mask on. He'd gotten it after the horror ride you'd been on the night of the fair two nights ago and Areum was convinced she wasn't scared of it so Jungkook decided to test it.

"Careful guys I don't want you-" You tried to tell them but it was too late, a crash sounded from the kitchen and you glanced over to see them standing over a frying pan that was on the floor, along with a spatula, a broken plate and a mug.

"-Break something," You finished speaking as you got up from the sofa, you were about to go and clean it when the door to the shop began to buzz, your eyes looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 am meaning it was time for the deliveries to come in, you'd been so lost you'd completely forgotten you were supposed to open up the shop and accept the delivery.

"Oh shit!" You screamed rushing to grab your keys and head to the shop. You pulled a cardigan around your body since you were dressed in your PJ's from the night before. Jungkook frowned watching you go as he held onto Areum from behind.

"It's Wednesday, she's been so happy this weekend she's not realised it's delivery day," Areum whispered to him as she looked up to see her father so confused over why you were rushing around so much. It was true, Jungkook had decided to stay the last couple of days with you and your daughter to get to know her better and it flew by so quickly. From Sunday until today, the time had been moving so quickly you'd barely even noticed. You had someone else manning the shop whenever they could so you could spend almost all of your time with them it almost felt like he'd never left, it felt too good to be true whenever he was with you both.

"You think she's happy I'm here?" Jungkooked quizzed picking Areum up and putting her on his hip so that she wouldn't end up hurting herself on the broken glass. Areum then began shaking her head as she stared at her father in the eyes with a serious look across her face.

"I don't think, I know. She has that giant smile on her face like Anna does with Kristoff or Eric with Ariel." He chuckled at his daughter's ideas of what you looked like when you smiled and began walking down the stairs with his daughter. He was going to leave her with you while he cleaned up only to see you accepting a bunch of boxes off a younger man who was staring at you. Jealously began to bubble in Jungkook at the thought of someone else coming along now. David had just been kicked out of the picture and now someone else was trying to come into your life.

"I heard you and David broke up..." Josh said slowly looking at you as you signed the papers in your hand, you simply hummed at him not wanting to get into the conversation with someone who had no idea what was going on in your life. Josh had always been that kind boy that came in and out of the shop but sometimes he was too noisy for his own good.

"He disrespected someone I care a lot about," Jungkook stared at the back of your head feeling the jealously inside of him begin to melt as he realised that "someone" you cared about was him. Areum began to wiggle out of his grasp and then sprinted over to the delivery boy.

"Uncle Josh!" She began sprinting over to Josh who knelt down holding out both of his hands face down and curled into balls, Jungkook frowned as he watched the exchange between them both.

"Pick one," She stared up at the boy who couldn't have been any older than 20 and she pointed at his left fist, he turned it to reveal three lollipops and a bag of small sweets.

"Thanks, Josh, it'll keep her occupied while I work through this lot." You laughed softly as she began to struggle opening the small bag of sweets, Jungkook was about to step forward and assist her when the door to the shop opened and Grace walked into the shop. There was a nasty look on her face as she started shaking her head at you as she mumbled something about David, Jungkook could tell she wasn't impressed with what had unfolded a few nights before.

"Bye Josh, I'll see you next week." He walked out not wanting to feel the wrath from Grace when she was in a bad mood it was best to stay out of her way but you'd been the one to cause this issue so you couldn't exactly run away from all of this.

"Jungkook can you take Areum somewhere for the day? I have deliveries to fix and Grace will be in a bad mood all day. It's better if you two get out for a while." You went to reach for your purse but he held his hand up promising that it was his treat. He'd already had it in his head where he was going to take Areum, he wanted her to see why he loved Paris so much, except for you of course since she'd already seen you for her whole life. He wanted to make her fall in love with Paris the same way he did when he was younger, even if she was a little young you were never too young to learn and love all things art. Namjoon always told him there was never a wrong age to start teaching someone the values of art.

"I was going to clean up the glass and stuff upstairs," He told you as he picked Areum up and threw her over his shoulder as though she was nothing but a doll to him.

"Thanks," You whispered in relief thinking it was one less thing that you had to worry about today. As soon as your back was turned Jungkook hurried up the stairs with your daughter and into your apartment.

"We'll swing by my hotel room so I can change and then I'll take you everywhere I can." He said as she pulled him into her room going over to the wardrobe,

"Pick something for me," She whined out with a pout on her lips. Jungkook took out his phone sending a bunch of options to Taehyung since he was the one with the best style but instead of texting back he simple video called Jungkook. Panic washed over Jungkook as he realised he hadn't exactly told the boys yet that he knew he had a daughter so now he was going to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. He answered the call and Taehyung began talking right away,

"Why do you have girls-" Taehyung stopped himself when he saw the small Jungkook look-alike sitting behind Jungkook on the bed. The boys all knew he was in Paris by now and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. They knew about the love he had for you in Paris, how he'd been away for four years so it was simple math to work out.

"Y/n had-" He started but couldn't finish,

"Yes..." Jungkook already knew what was coming so he braced himself for the sudden yelling that would be filling the air.

"I'm an uncle!" Taehyung cried out loudly enough that Yeontan jumped up from the space behind him.

"Yep," Taehyung began to tear up as he looked at the young girl realising that she was the spitting image of Jungkook.

"Dad, who's this?" Areum questioned staring into the phone at Taehyung who was already tearing up but now fully crying as he heard her call him dad. Taehyung's mind was racing with questions about how long Jungkook had known about this, what was going to happen to know that he was seeing his daughter.

"I need a moment!" The phone was placed down to face the ceiling and soon Jimin's head popped into the frame ready to question what was happening since he'd just seen Taehyung crying. But as soon as he saw Areum his eyes widened and he stared up in the room.

"NAMJOON!" He screamed making Jungkook groan out he just wanted fashion advice, not a lecture from Namjoon about this and how it could be bad news.

"She's yours? Did you know? Are you sure?" Jungkook sighed not wanting to get into this right now when he was trying to spend time with Areum. It was very clear that Areum was his from the look of them.

"I didn't know until I got here...I'm being careful, no one has seen me and I'll call our manager later and straighten things out-" Jungkook tried to explain but Namjoon cut him off shortly,

"Is she after money?" Jungkook's stomach flipped to anger as Namjoon questioned you like that, you'd never wanted anything from Jungkook. You hated when he used to pay for your food so you doubted you wanted something else from him. Especially since you hadn't even reached out to tell Jungkook that you were pregnant after he left you.

"She's not like that, Areum and Y/n don't need help." Areum looked at the screen and Namjoon felt his heart swell at the sight of her, she was a ringer for Jungkook it was clear he was her father.

"Be careful, I'll talk to Manager Sejin first and I'll probably come out to see you-"

"We all will!" Taehyung sobbed out as he cut Namjoon short. He came back onto the screen advising what Areum should wear, deciding on a red poodle skirt, with a white and black striped shirt.

"Does she have a beret?" Taehyung asked as he stared at Jungkook who seemed a little lost on what a beret actually was so Areum handed him one of hers. Jungkook held up a black on and Taehyung nodded clapping his hands together.

"She'll look great, I have to go...Jimin's crying now." Jungkook laughed turning to Areum who told him to wait,

"Goodbye Uncle Taehyung!" Another choked sob left Taehyung as he turned to go and comfort a crying Jimin Jungkook started laughing and helping Areum change into her outfit.

"Grace please I'm an adult who can make her own decisions, David was an arse-" You were going to call him an Arsehole when the tiny sound of your daughter running down the stairs made you stop speaking altogether.

"MUMMY!" You turned to see Areum racing towards you in her outfit, twirling around as she showed you her plaited hair that Jungkook had done for her. With the help of a youtube video and your daughter telling him how to do it with which strand of hair.

"Uncle Taehyung picked out my outfit," Your heart sank as you looked up at Jungkook, they knew she existed now? Were you supposed to be happy about that? Your heart was torn at yelling him for showing her off but then you thought about how close he and the boys were, you'd seen it on the videos you'd watched of them together. He probably had to tell them sooner or later and it was better they found out while they weren't in Paris.

"I'm going to take her to my hotel so I can change and then we'll be out of your hair for the day." You thanked him again for it and Areum began pulling him towards the doors wanting to get on with her adventures with her father.

"As I was saying, I'm an adult Grace I can make decisions by myself-" You tried to start again but Grace wasn't going to stand for it. She slammed her walking stick down onto the ground as she stared up at you, an angry look written across her face.

"Really? Because ever since he showed back up you've been acting like a teenager in love all over again," You stared at her as she picked up her walking stick from the floor as she tried to make her way out of the shop, you went to steady out your hands for her but she slapped them away.

"Grace Jungkook is her father-"

"And you're still in love with him, you will make rash decisions when it comes to him I know but you have to think it through. Is he really what's best for you and Areum or are you just living out your fantasy life?" The question hurt more than you probably thought she meant it to and she walked out as you stared at the floor. Tears rushing to your eyes as you realised she was right you were hopelessly still in love with Jungkook, there was nothing in this world that could make you not love him and you knew that he had influence over everything you did. Maybe it was one of the reasons you never left Paris because you knew he'd come back one day.

"Shit," You mumbled hearing the door to the shop open you brushed the tears off your face and headed out to see a small girl in a black hoodie, she was looking around as if she was hunting for something.

"Bonjour-" You could already tell by the look on her face that she was confused with French so you switched to English quickly to make it easier for her.

"Hi! Welcome to Grace's, can I help you with anything?" You questioned sweetly trying to act as though you hadn't just been crying, she looked at you and then around the shop again as if she was looking for someone else to be there.

"I lost my sister, I thought maybe she might have come here...She's about four years old and she's with her dad," You sighed sadly as you looked at her,

"I haven't seen her, want me to call someone for you? Maybe your mum? Or your dad?" You turned your back on her to reach for your phone but when you turned back around she was walking out of the door, attached to her bag was a pinky bunny you knew too well. Cooky. It had to have been a coincidence, no one knew he was here...He was always so careful. But the thought of her saying a four-year-old girl with her dad lingered in your mind.

Areum was holding onto Jungkok tightly as he pulled her through the crowds of people surrounding them. It had been such a peaceful morning which was now ruined by everyone screaming at them.

"Who is the little girl!? Is she your daughter?!" It was a mixture of both reporters and fans who were all crowding around Jungkook and demanded answers from him but he picked Areum up not wanting her to get lost in the crowd. He clutched onto her tightly, ducking his head down as they made their way out.

"Come on-" He whispered to her as he tried to move as quickly as he could without hurting her or anyone else around them.

"What's going on daddy?" He held her close to his chest rushing out of the Louvre and down the roads towards some cabs that were waiting, he paid them extra to run around for a bit just to lose everyone that was chasing after him.He didn't even know where to begin explaining this all to Areum so he ignored her questioning, telling her it was just a misunderstanding.

The door to the shop burst open, Jungkook was panting heavily with Areum by his side. She'd lost her small beret and had a scared look across her face.

"W-What's going on?" He passed Areum to you as he turned to lock the door with your key, your eyes travelled behind him to see an army of reporters and fans rushing towards the shop. The girl that had been there that morning was with them, you panicked looking back at Jungkook.

"Upstairs, quick!" Areum rushed towards the staircase, crying heavily as she ran into the apartment. You shut the door to the shop locking it as quickly as you could before rushing to join Jungkook and Areum upstairs.

"What happened? Why is Areum crying?" She sprinted into her room as she slammed the door behind her, you turned to look at Jungkook who already looked terrified of the fact that you were angry with him. The fact that your daughter was crying and ignoring you killed you inside, you'd always been close to one another and told each other everything that was bothering you.

"You told me you'd be careful! How did they find you? Is this why there was a fangirl in here earlier?!" He went to reach out to take your hands to calm you down but being calm out of the picture completely. You were completely and utterly mad with Jungkook for being stupid enough to get caught. The whole time you'd been together four years ago you'd never once been spotted together.

"She's four, she's not going to understand why people are crowding around her-" There was shouting coming from outside the balcony door, you walked over to shut it looking down at the crowds of people demanding answers from Jungkook just like you were but unlike them. You deserved the answers. You deserved to know how he'd gotten caught and what he planned to do about it now that it was out in the open.

"I was walking around Louvre with her, someone must have spotted me because one by one people kept coming up until there was a crowd of them. I got Areum out as soon as I could, I didn't let her get close to anyone." Your eyes rolled back as you thought about him doing something like this, being so careless when there was a child involved and it was his child.

"I told you to be careful, I should have known this would happen! She's a child!" You yelled out as you threw your hands up in the air,

"Fuck what was I thinking on letting you get this close to her?!" You screamed falling down on the sofa you placed your head in your hands as you stared up at him.

"I have every right to be in her life, be close to her. They're apart of my life out there-"

"Well, what if I don't want that part of it to be in her life! This is exactly why I didn't tell you when I knew I was pregnant!" He froze in place as the words left your mouth. Your heart broke as soon as you saw the look on his face, it looked as though someone had just kicked a puppy right in front of him.

"You knew you were pregnant when I was leaving?" You nodded at him finding no reason to lie to him now, it was true the day he left you knew and you were planning on telling him you were pregnant until everything about his life came undone. Revealing who he was and how he'd been hiding from you the entire summer. That fight was still clear in your head as though you'd had it just yesterday.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?!" You stared at him shaking your head it wasn't any of his business anymore. If you knew or not he hid something from you too. There wasn't a big deal.

"I don't want you near Areum anymore...You need to leave, you can go out of the back door to avoid the media circus but you're not-" You went to tell him he wasn't allowed to see her anymore when he cut you off.

"I'll take you to court! You can't keep her from me, she's my daughter too!" You ignored him staring down at the table as you waited for him to leave, he groaned slamming the door behind him as he walked out. Slamming the rest of the doors as he left. Areum was still locked in her room crying heavily,

"A-Areum. I'll be upstairs okay?" She said nothing in response to you except for a broken cry so you walked over to your door going up to the apartment above you and heading inside. Everything was still the same as it was before. Everything still reminded you of him and your time you spent together there, you sunk to the floor bringing your knees into your chest as you started to cry.

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hyucksong · 4 years

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nct dream as roommates

a/n: *romantically calls you bro*

lee mark

the roommate that walked in on you taking a shower on the first night you moved in and avoided you for a week afterward

he even went as far as browsing different apartments to live in because baby boy was too afraid to face you

sometimes wakes up before you and he always prepares your coffee or tea and sets it by your bed for you when you wake up…sometimes sits on the edge of your bed to watch you

asks you to do his laundry because he doesn’t know how to separate the colors

you’re fine with doing them because he tries his absolute bestest with everything else, and it’s so cute

the first time he did the laundry you were sick…and you got a whole new wardrobe of pink clothing the next day

always does the dishes and you do the laundry…he’ll clean the living room and kitchen if you clean the bathrooms…he’ll go grocery shopping…only if you go with him

asks you to do his hair when he meets up with his friends, and if you say no he says “okay” and then pouts until you agree

you really like photography but hiring models is expensive so you always ask mark to model for you

and he always agrees, blushing while doing so

make-up artists are expensive too, so you also get him dressed up and add whatever you want to his face

(once you did a fairy photoshoot and he had freckles and pink cheeks and your heart did the thing)

this time you need him to sit still for hours because it's supposedly a big photoshoot with a few other photographers coming too, so there’s a lot of looks to get through

you do the first look before you get to the photo site to save time

he thinks nothing of you curling his hair until he looks up at you and time slows as his heart stops…

because you smell like vanilla and your nose is scrunched in concentration…because your breathing is heavy as you run to the bathroom to get more things before you’re late…

because you’re biting your lip while looking at him, admiring your own work, proud of the way the make-up came out, but a little disheartened because it looked like you put a little too much blush (even though you only put a little)

and mark thinks,,, oh no

fuck

huang renjun

your best friend since you were a child

you’re used to ‘living with him’ because you practically lived with him as a kid; you were always at his house spending the night or vice versa

he wakes you up an hour after he gets up because ‘he needs his peaceful time’

claims that ‘you’re the worst person to live with’ but refuses to look for another apartment because ‘no one else can handle you but me’

(in reality, he knows that there will never be anyone else he’ss comfortable with as you)

he wakes you up by throwing a pillow in your face and or flopping on your bed next to you and bouncing a few times

once got really scared because you weren’t waking up no matter what he did, and when he started to tear up you opened your eyes and pushed him off the bed

you just didn’t want to be woken up that day and tried to ignore him, but apparently, you ignored him for too long because he genuinely freaking out on the inside

he’s watched ‘what’s eating gilbert grape’ okay he was SCARED

he didn’t talk to you for three days after that....only started to wake you up again because you made the effort to wake up before him and make him breakfast in bed with hot tea

he expected you to leave his room after you gave it to him, but you just looked at him for a minute before sitting on the bed next to him, getting under the covers with him

he focused on the fact you were taking up all the space instead of the now-familiar thrum of his heartbreak against his ribcage

(he’s felt it for the past fewyears, he’s gotten used to drowning it out)

“y/nnnnnnn what are you doingggggg”

“shut up i made the breakfast, can’t i at least sit next to my favorite boy?”

...he’s your favorite boy?...okaythatwasreallycutebuthe’llneveradmitit

“o...kay...”

blushes when you lay your head on his shoulder in bed, watching whatever he’s doing on his phone, because your cheek is warm against his shirt and its bleeding through onto his skin and weiowioegfhowieh

but also yells at you when you take a bite of his toast and bolt out of the room, giggling

“yAH y/N”

lee jeno

the roommate that was awkward for the first month because he didn’t really want to room with a girl because then he can’t spend saturday with the boys

then he brought them home one day without telling you and was expected to get his ass Whopped but you were drinking vodka and crying while watching Cars so

yeah you were the perfect roommate for him

you drink together

saturday may be for the boys but sunday is for drinking your problems away with your roommate

can’t cook but will make BOMB desserts for you both every friday...also fridays are pizza nights and you both order a large cheese pizza with ranch on the side and a pint of dr.pepper

yall have the same diet but he has a six-pack and you don’t so you call bullshit on health and everything it is

both of you fall asleep on the couch all the time, TV still playing the game soundtrack with the controllers on the floor, blinking from low battery

jeno alwayswakes up before you, and he doesn’t admit it, but he loves to watch you sleep

you just look so...ethereal

even with the drool

ANYWAY

you are one of the bros...he’s even taken a shit when you took a shower before -- that’s how close you are

then one day you get dressed up real pretty and he’s making fun of you, laughing “you never look this nice who’s holding you at gunpoint”

“i’m going on a date jeno hop off my DICK”

“,,,what”

immediately felt defensive and was questioing who could like you and why you were going on a saturday night when it was busy on the streets and also please call the guy and cancel the date because he wants to watch toy story with you and eat pasta why are you going out with someone has he met him why haven’t you told jeno about this guy you know what you should just not go

and it’s when you walk out the door rolling your eyes, promising to be back home before 9pm with a cute shirt on and nice perfume on when jeno realizes

that damn he hates to see you leave,,,but he loves to watch you go

(and he might have the teeniest, weeniest crush on you)

lee donghyuck

the type to never clean the dishes and always makes you do them even if he cooks because he hates the feeling of wet food

then one day he sees you v e r y stressed over school work and he just...cleans the whole house

you come back from the library and you’re like,,,the fuck where’s haechan and what have you done with him

in turn, you buy him a headset that he’s been wanting for the past year...and you think he’s about to propose to you after you give them to him

but in all reality he’s just so happy that you even remembered something so trivial...like he talking about them once (1) and you remembered?

...cute bitch

he’s a big prankster, but in an endearing way, so whenever he goes too far you never really stay mad because he’s just a little unaware of the anger his pranks cause

plus you always get back at him

always :)

you both are basically the same people; you’re passionate about your studies and he’s passionate about gaming and dancing

yall are the bad bitches that no one messes with

BET that yall wear matching fits whenever you two go out together

you get together to watch his favorite youtubers do let’s plays of popular games

one day yall sit down to watch some outlast 2

and boy

did you underestimate the scare factor

so now you’re three episodes deep into the let’s play and your head is buried in haechans stomach because you’re laying down facing away from the TV, clinging to the poor boy

he doesn’t know if his heart is beating so fast because of the jumpscare or because of the way you look up at him when you ask if the scary part is over yet

he doesn’t like seeing you scared with tears in your eyes...but the way you’re clinging to him makes him want to watch a thousand more scary episodes...

...if it means you’ll cuddle with him

na jaemin

the best roommate you could ever ask for

he loves to clean and cook, not to mention he’s an absolute sweetheart!!!!!!!

you started to live with him because you had posted an ad on a website for a roommate and he sent back a reply

but the texts used so many of (=｀ω´=) these emojis you just assumed it was a girl

he was not

every night before you go to bed, he’ll walk into your room and whisper “good night, sleep well” to you before petting you head and walking out

people always wonder if you’re dating, but you always reply that it’s just the way he is

until one night you invite your (asshole) project partner to your apartment and she flirts with him endLESSLY,,, not doing her work or anything, just talking with jaems

like it’s pissing you off, and you think it’s pissing him off, and you’re about to send her home when you notice the storm outside and you realize,,,, you’re too good of a person to do that

so she sleeps on the couch, and you do the same, just so you can keep an eye on her and so that she isn’t left alone with jaemin at any point (poor boy looked like he’s about to combust if she tries to talk to him again)

and jaemin does his usual routine even with the extra company, stroking your head and even going as far as to place a kiss on your forehead

“what about me, do I get a kiss” the girl annoyingly asked

“no, you’re not yn” and hE WALKS AWAY AND CLOSES THE DOOR TO HIS ROOM

there’s silence in your head as you process his words, a little shocked and confused as to what he means, but most of all, your thoughts consist of;

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

you might have just fallen for him (let’s face it, you’ve been in love with him (just not as long as he’d been in love with you))

zhong chenle

not going to lie, you two did NOT get along in the beginning

you were each other’s first roommates, and you knew he was extroverted, but you underestimated the differences between your personalities

like,,, no please don’t invite the dreamies over again for the eighth time this week I can’t focus on homework with all the screaming

but even with all the head-butting, the chores are split evenly because he’s practicing to ‘be marriage material for his future wife’

you don’t care as long as he just does what he’s supposed to, and you two aren’t exactly the closest

but there are times when you connect, like on lazy Sunday afternoons where you both just relax on the couch...anywaY

and he always rolls his eyes, telling you that ‘you need to stop being a hermit and make some friends’

‘get some confidence’

‘why don’t you put any effort into how you dress’

it hurts a little...you know you’re not the prettiest and you don’t really try anyway

but to have it pointed out to you just...stings

and after a guy rejects you (after you built up courage for a whole years to confess to him) your confidence is at an all-time low (he said no because ‘you were too bland’ like wtf fUCk you)

and you’re just crying and eating spaghetti o’s, telling chenle as oon as you walk into the door that you’re ‘too sensitive for his bullshit today’

to which chenle doesn’t care... then he sees your puffy eyes and asks wha happens

you tell him, and he just gets...angry

(and jealous?)

he goes on a tangent, mocking the guy, saying that ‘you’re the most doen-to-earth natural beauty’ he’s ever seen and that ‘any guy who doesn’t fall in love with your cute sarcastic personality’ is dumber than a rock

he grumbles for the rest of the night, sitting and watching movies with you; it makes your heart swell that he’s getting so mad for you

and at the end of the mini-movie night, and he strokes your hair saying that you’re ‘his little introvert’,

you decide that ‘opposite attract’ is 100% true

(and chenle notices that you have very pretty lips)

park jisung

you two are dorm roommates at a dance school, and y’all are so cute all the teachers LOVE you

like you both just spend so much time together it’s ridiculous

yall walk to class together, then from class to class together, eat lunch together, after school activities, walk back to the dorms, meet each other’s friends, go out on the weekends together...everything

it feels weird to not be with him

(the teachers have a bet that you’ll be dating before your senior year)

the dorm is just a studio apartment with two bedrooms (your parents both pay a lot for space)

so chores aren’t too hard, in fact, you both usually spend the last few hours of daylight on Sunday nights straightening up your apartment from the hectic week before, to start off completely fresh and new

nothing big ever happens on Sundays around the home, but one day jisung (who went to hang out with chenle (he invited you but you pouted and said you had too much hmwk)) found a little puppy on the side of the road

and then proceeded to sneak into the dorms with it, hiding it under his shirt

when he showed you what he found, you couldn’t be mad...it was just so cute (both jisung’s little smile and the puppy)

but you noticed it was shivering, and you whined, ‘jisung you didn’t even notice it was cold oH My GoD, go get it some water and food’ while you set up a nest of blankets for the little guy

hours later when the puppy had eaten and subsequently fallen asleep in your lap, you turned to jisung

‘let’s name it mousie’

‘what that’s dumb’

‘it’s not dumb! i wanna name it that because it looks like you whenever you sleep! it's so cute hehehe’

you thought jisung was WHAT when he slept

jisung didn’t talk for a whole minute, drinking in your words and thinking about them over and over again, in the meantime you were just smiling down at the puppy

your cheeks were red with happiness and your nose was a little red from sneezing (because the puppy was covered in pollen from being outside) and your gaze was filled with such love that jisung shivered

you let out a sigh and plopped your head on his shoulder, and all his feelings he’d ever had for you exploded in his chest, and he tensed (though if you noticed, you didn’t day anything)

you just kept and petting the dog

and damn did jisung want to be that dog

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The mobster’s cook

Summary: For years you were Steve’s cook and the girl he turns to if he seeks comfort. One day you have enough of feeling second best.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve x Curvy!Reader, Mobster!Bucky x Curvy!Reader, Tony Stark, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, swearing, arguments, unrequited love, heartbreak, mentions of sex, jealous Steve, shameless ogling (Bucky is not subtle), comforting, fluff, implied smut

You okay there doll?” Bucky asks as he plops onto the chair closest to the kitchen counter. “Y/N? Is something wrong?”

Bucky can see the tears you try to push away and that you swallow hard every time Steve peppers kisses along his latest flings neck. “I am fine, Mr. Barnes. I had a bad night, ‘s all.”

“Doll, you can always talk to me. We are friends after all.” Huffing you shove a plate with Bucky’s favorite breakfast toward the mobster.

“Friends…right. It’s rather you come here to get my food.” Teasing Bucky you give him a cracked smile as the chick Steve brought home climbs onto his lap to nibble at his neck.

“Guys, I want to eat here. Get a room or some manners. Y/N and I do not need to vomit in the morning. Seriously, Steve. You are not a horny teen.” Bucky grumbles and Steve gives his friend a dirty look.

“I am finished with breakfast. Have a great day.” Taking off the apron you toss it onto the counter to storm out of the kitchen to get away from the scene.

“Great…” Glaring at his friend Bucky grabs his plate to run after you. “Not cool to make out in the kitchen, punk…”

Finally, in your room you let the tears fall. Hickuped sobs leave your lips and you barely recognize Bucky entered your room.

“Doll…” Sighing he sits next to you on the bed. “Just tell me what’s wrong with you. Did Steve say something or is it your job?”

“I…it’s stupid…really…” Sniffling you wipe the tears away. “How could I believe I am more than a comfort fuck to him?” Mouth falling open Bucky places the plate onto your nightstand.

“Wait…you and Stevie? Since when?” Rubbing your back gently Bucky waits for you to open to him. “Doll?”

“Years, Bucky. For over three years Steve comes to me if he requires comfort. After a bad day or when the business gets too much. I believed one day he would admit his feelings or crap but…”

Scoffing you get up to glance at the mirror. “Why showing someone like me around when he can have that model chick or all the others.”

“Darling…” Voice raspy Bucky gets up to wipe your tears with his thumb. “You are beautiful, Y/N. I love your curves. When you sway your hips to the music in the kitchen, it gets me going for sure.”

“I appreciate you try to cheer me up, but it’s unnecessary. I was always comfortable with my curves. I have bigger boobs and a nice J-Lo ass, and I like it. I like me but…”

Glancing at the mirror you feel more tears well up to your eyes. “Steve makes me feel like I am a swan when he’s with me and then I feel like an ugly duck when he goes to a party with a model type instead of me. For over four months he didn’t go out with someone else.”

“Y/N…” Bucky can see the hurting in your eyes when you turn around to face him.

“Last week he got an invitation to Tony Stark’s yearly party. I had hope…no I believed this time Steve would take me with him only for him to bring this girl here two days later.” Now you walk toward your wardrobe to get a dress out.

“I bought a dress, Bucky. A fucking expensive dress to go with him.” Sniffling you drop it to the floor. “It was stupid, I know…” While you stand in your room, completely lost Bucky picks the dress up.

It’s a red dress with a long slit, revealing your leg. It has an x cross back neckline and the moment you wore it for the first time – you felt beautiful and believed Steve would love it too.

“I bet you will look stunning when you accompany me at the party,” Bucky smirks as he hands you the dress. “Tomorrow, at eight you’ll be ready.”

“Accompany you?” Blinking a few times, you look at the dress in Bucky’s hands. “Why?”

“I need a plus one and don’t want a random chick hanging on my lips. I want someone I can talk to like an adult. You are smart, sexy and I like you. Now mark the day and we have a date.”

“Wait…uh-seriously? I mean…” Glancing at Bucky you gasp as he roams your body with his eyes. “Don’t you want someone else to go with you?”

“Doll,” pressing his index finger to your lips the mobster shakes his head. “I want to go with you. As I said – I like you, Y/N. Now stop crying. Steve may be my friend, but if he’s too blind to see what he had in you - he can go and fuck himself. Never let him get close to you again.”

“I am a fool – not an idiot, Bucky. I learned my lesson. I thought he would change and gave him time but from now on he can seek comfort somewhere else than in my bed.” Humming Bucky cups your cheek before he gives you a quick kiss.

“Next time, I’ll kiss you the way you deserve it, but you need time to get over that punk. I’ll be at the sideline, waiting for you.” Giving you a dirty grin Bucky turns to leave your room. “By the way. I’d like to bury my head between those thighs…”

“Bucky!” Chuckling the mobster shrugs before he opens the door. “Just saying…”

Making dinner is unpleasant. Steve’s latest fling is playing on her phone, impatiently huffing as the food Steve wanted takes longer than heating a frozen pizza.

“Can she not do this faster, Stevie?” Whining the chick looks at Steve who rolls his eyes. “I am hungry…”

“Sure. You will poke the food with your fork and eat one piece…” Mumbling the words you add more pepper to the sauce. “I suggest you order pizza if you are not used to quality food. Cooking a star menu takes time.”

“Stevie…I won’t allow her to talk to me like that. Say something.” Steve’s eyes dart between the chick and you as you put the spices onto the counter.

“Y/N, do not talk to her like that…” Steve grumbles looking at you, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

“Can you not fire that fat chick?” Now your hands ball into fists and you glare at Steve. Your blood boils and you are close to grab the fork and ram it into the bitch’s face.

“I can’t, she’s useful after all.” Steve’s words cut deep into your heart but somehow, you feel relieved at the same time.

“Useful…right.” Ripping the apron off your body you toss it onto the floor before you shove the pan with the food over the counter to let it drop next to the apron. “That was not the word you used when you were seeking comfort in my bed…”

Holding your head high you do not give Steve a second glance. “And Steve - fuck you. I quit, asshole.” Storming out of the kitchen you slam the door shut to let a shaky breath out.

“Y/N!” Running after you Steve grasp for your arm but you slap his hand away. “Wait…I didn’t mean to…”

“You didn’t mean to Steve?” Huffing you hold the tears back. “I think you did. For all those years you used me to get off. I thought its love but it was just convenient, nothing else. This is over, Mr. Rogers. If you would excuse me now – I have to pack my things.”

“Don’t go. After the party, we can…” Your hand collides with Steve’s cheek before you knee his balls.

“I would not let you touch me even if you were the last man on earth, Steve. Lucky me - there are more men out there. Men who are willing to show they like me outside of their homes. This, whatever it was between us is over. Go and fuck your supermodel and I’ll look for someone appreciating and loving me the way I deserve. I don’t know why I was not enough…”

“Please…wait. You are enough…” Steve grasp for your arm but you flinch away.

“Yeah, I know but sadly…” Eyes harden you give him a devilish smile. “…you are not man enough for me…” Speechless Steve must watch you walk toward your room.

“You look stunning, doll.” Bucky drinks your outfit in, eyes you shamelessly as you take his offered hand to get out of the limousine. “I want you to know, I would fuck you right here in the backseat.”

“Bucky…” Scolding the mobster you give him a warning glare. “Not so loud.”

“Why?” Cocking his head Bucky looks around the crowd. “Everyone can know I am head over heels for the hottest girl around. Now let me lead you inside.”

“Did you style your hair?” Sliding your hands through his soft hair you snicker as Bucky growls low in his throat. “Wait is that cream at your cheek?”

“I wanted to look good for you. Sam said I shall style my hair, wear a suit and use cream…dunno what kind of crap he gave me, but my skin is smooth.” Now you giggle as he takes your hand to slide it over his cheek.

“Smooth…” Humming Bucky glances at your cleavage, a dirty grin on his lips. “So…you wanted to look good for me?”

“You’re a beautiful woman and I had to impress you. I mean…” Tilting his head Bucky pecks your pulse point. “I need to make sure you’ll forget about Steve and fall for me.”

“I…I quit yesterday…” Bucky gapes at you before he nods thoughtfully. “That girl, she was annoying and then…”

Explaining why you quit your job you do not see the Steve watching you and his best friend. You cannot hear the grunts leaving his lips or that his hands twitch as Bucky dares to slide his hand over your back.

Smirking Bucky wiggles his eyebrows. “Work for me! I got a new restaurant and I need someone to cook. I mean as my chief and crap. Your food is a killer and I want you…”

“You want me?” Taking Bucky’s offered arm, you give him a soft smile as he leads you toward the entrance. While you talk about the offered position, food and Steve being a punk you do not recognize said man or the way his eyes roam your body.

“I want you, doll. Oh—hey, Stevie.” A big grin plastered all over his face Bucky leads you away from Steve. “I guess he’s pissed as you are my plus one.”

Whispering into your ear Bucky chuckles as Steve walks past you to drag his plus one toward the bar.

“Steve never learned to live with the consequences of his doing. I guess he’s used to getting what he wants, not caring about other people’s feelings.” Humming Bucky leads you toward Tony who has a dirty grin on his lips.

“Barnes! If I would’ve known you bring such a beauty…” Sighing Tony takes your hand to press a soft kiss to your skin. “I would’ve worn a nicer suit. Shame on you James.”

“Well, I stole this flower from Steve’s garden.” Tony nods eagerly as he steps closer. “The one you told me about. I want to taste her food.”

“You told him about me?” Surprised you watch Tony smirk at the man by your side.

“He’s talking about you for how long, Bucky?” Bucky looks flustered and you glance at his pink cheeks. “Three years or longer? He whined about Steve having the perfect girl and that you never give him a second glance.”

“Tony…” Gritting his teeth Bucky glares at his friend. “That was a secret.”

“Well…now it’s not. Miss, you have this guy wrapped around your pinkie. Keep him. He doesn’t look like much but he’s a keeper.” Snickering Tony raises his glass and you peck Bucky’s cheek.

“What was that for?” Shrugging you wrap your arms around Bucky to hide your face in his chest.

“You’re not afraid to show you are with me or to talk about me.”

“Why should he afraid to show you? I would kill for such a pretty girl. Sadly, I already have a beautiful wife which looks at me with murder in her eyes. If you excuse me now…”

“That punk didn’t have the right to tell you so…” Grumbling Bucky looks at you, smirking as you grab his hand to lead him toward the dancefloor. “Baby?”

“I want to dance with you, Barnes.” Bucky’s eyes meet Steve’s as he places one hand onto your lower back while he holds the other tightly. “You look good in this suit. I like you do not wear a tie.”

“Do not look, doll but Steve looks like he wants to kill me while that girl tugs at his hand like a child.” Snickering you rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder as he sways to the music. “I wish you never experienced something like that. I thought Steve is smarter.”

“Bucky?” Humming the mobster let his hand wander down to your ass to grope it. “Do you want breakfast in the morning?”

“Fuck me…”

“I kinda planned to, Mr. Barnes.” Laughing you look up at Bucky as his eyes darken and you gulp a few times at the predatory look on his face.

“I will eat you alive and in the morning we will feast on your food. How about we have a drink, some of the expensive food Tony ordered and then we get the hell out of here to fuck until my bed breaks…”

“Well, Mr. Barnes…this sounds like a plan…”

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Wildflower | Lucifer | Heart Ache Mixtape | Part 1

S O N G : S E L F I S H - Madison Beer

This is the first addition to my Heart Ache Mixtape series!! I’m a slut for aesthetic photos and fanatsizing about my boys while blasting tunes. All of these fics will be based off of a song on my playlist, but not all of them will be angst, though my hand might slip. Buckle up beauties!

P L O T : MC has been in the Devildom for almost two years now, and has been hopelessly in love with our devilishly handsome Lucifer. However, after being ditched yet again on New Years so Lucifer can go entertain Diavolo’s guests, MC has finally reached her breaking point.

W O R D C O U N T: 6k!!! (Wtf)

W A R N I N G S: Fem! Reader. ANGST! Arguements. Detached lover. Heartbreak. Cursing probably. Abandonment issues. Toxic relationships..

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

PS: I tried to avoid using “she” as much as possible- so if you’re non-binary or just a guy who’s down to wear a dress and heels, this should still be readable!

10:20 AM-

Waking up in an empty bed was never a good surprise.

When you rolled over, reaching aimlessly for the DDD you were sure you had left charging on your nightstand, the cool sheet glossed over your skin causing a shiver to roll through your spine. Yet another reminder of the lack of your boyfriend's warm torso next to you. How great.

It wasn’t as if this was an unusual occurrence. Lucifer had made a habit of drifting back towards his study in the early hours of the morning, unable to let the paperwork stew in his mind any longer. It had been months since you had woken up in your lovers embrace- after all, duty called.

Unlocking your phone screen you were greeted with another unwelcome scene- not a single text from him. At least you had a few other notifications to entertain yourself: Majolish’s latest drop, an alert that your Akuzon package had shipped, and of course, a few messages from your favorite brothers.

“Happy New Years Eve!!!” A text from Asmo read, along with a photo of himself with a breakfast mimosa. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing he was probably holed up in his closet right now, preparing himself for his extraness of the celebration tonight. You figured you would join him once you were up and feeling like a human again- he had told you he had a ‘very special’ outfit in order for you tonight, and wouldn’t let you get out of a good pregame and prep with him. After all, a mimosa didn’t sound half bad.

“Save one for me!” you replied, sending a kissing Demoji back his way. While you were waiting for his response, you swiped your way to your next text.

“Hey human, don’t forget about the Gala tonight. Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” Mammon’s contact image grinned up at you from the top of your screen. As if you could forget about that damn Gala… Lucifer had been prepping it for the past few weeks now. The extra load had done nothing but sour his mood and pry you away from him, always claiming that Diavolo was relying on him to make this the biggest bash so far, and that he would have to take a rain check on whatever plans you had made. Trying not to let the bitterness wash over you, you quickly busted out a reply.

“Not yet, but I’m sure Asmo has something planned. What about you?” Mammon was already typing almost as soon as you hit send.

“Bout to look as sexy as ever, dropped a pretty penny on a new suit. Almost killed me though, but DAMN am I gonna look fine.” Another grin graced your cheeks.

“I’m sure you will, Mamoney.”

“Wear that gold necklace I like, then we can match.”

“I’ll try and convince Asmo to fit that into my wardrobe, but no guarantees. You know how he is. I can’t get a word in when he has a plan in mind for my outfit.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Just as you were about to respond, another message came through, halting your speeding fingers.

“By the way, Lucifer asked me to drive you tonight, and to keep you entertained, or somthin. So meet me in my room after getting ready. So don’t take too long doing your fancy shit, im not trying to be late and get my ass torn into.”

Of course. Why would Lucifer, your boyfriend, make time to escort you to the dance? He was busy with more important things. Like always. You thought back to earlier this week, when you had gone to his room after dinner in an attempt to get some alone time with your now-absentee lover.

———

You were sitting crosslegged on his bed, watching him drone over some paperwork for the hundredth time. The perfectionism in him could not be stopped, be it hell or high water. While you gazed at him solemnly, he finally acknowledged your presence, voice cutting through the air sharply.

“Just so you’re aware, I will likely be busy the night of the party. Diavolo has some very important guests coming, and it will be my job to host them. Am I clear?”

His final statement sent a cold blade right through your heart. You understood he had responsibilities, and you would never want to get in the way of that. You were always there to support him, and your patience had been unwavering so far. Although you visited him for your needs, just a little love, you never pushed him to abandon his work. And here he was, acting as if you were a spoiled, needy brat, like you were going to throw a fit at the slightest diversion of his attention.

You spoke slowly and methodically, serious tinging the edge of your words.

“Firstly, please don’t speak to me like I’m one of your brothers. I respect your boundaries, and your work, and have never once attempted to cross the lines you have set for us.”

With a sigh, he hung his head in exhaustion. Dropping the pen he was gripping onto his desk, he swiveled the chair toward you, now looking directly into your rosed face. His silence told you to continue, so you surged foreword.

“Secondly, I will not bother you on New Years. I know this is important to you. I know that’s why you’ve been so distant, and even cold to me, recently. But I have one request.”

“Which is?” He prompted softly, resting his head on his laced fingers. Warm red eyes watched you intently.

“It’s a tradition in the human world to share a kiss with the one you love on midnight. It’s a promise of prosperity, and love, and hope for a new beginning. I would appreciate it if you could find me before the clock chimes, spend a minute of your time with me, to celebrate us for a moment.” Your voice began to crack, and you leaned your head foreword so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t ask much of you, Lucifer. I’m only asking for a minute of your time. I just want to have that one moment of happiness, just for us.”

The silence echoed through the room again. You could hear the sound of him breathing, matched with your ragged ones as you attempted to choke the tears back down into your throat. You didn’t want to cry over him- over this. After a moment, a soft clack of his shoes across the floor joined the chorus you two had created.

A soft gloved hand reached under your chin, gently gliding your face to look up at him. You could see the warmth in his gaze as he stared at you, frustration having melted away with your pleas. Now it only held the kind adoration you were used to seeing in Lucifer- your old Lucifer. Watching it made you ache for the days when he would look at you like that while you were snuggled up together, drunk on nothing but each other.

“Don’t cry, my dove.” His thumb brushed a hot tear from your cheek. “I understand I have not been myself recently, have been to selfish in my pursuits and mindless of your needs. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He leaned foreword and pressed a feather light kiss against your forehead. The butterflies in your chest that you could only associate with him began to stir again, wings rusty from lack of use, but not frozen yet. “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I will be there at midnight, my dear.”

He reached his hands underneath your knees and lifted you gently into his chest, holding you as if you were made of glass and might shatter any second. You curled tightly into the embrace, nuzzling into his strong shoulder and grasping tightly ahold of his shirt.

“Let’s go to bed now. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me. I will take care of everything.”

Before you drifted off to sleep, now tucked tightly in his arms, he placed another soft kiss against the back of your neck, right behind your earlobe. The drowsiness was washing over you in waves, the exhaustion of finally letting your emotions flow, and being back where you belonged, tucked tightly into his embrace, was begging to pull you into a deep, relaxing slumber. “I love you, MC. Please don’t forget that.”

——-

12:30 PM

Once you had composed yourself and showered, you made your way to Asmos room. You had barely knocked on the door before it swung open and a perfectly manicured hand had grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, nearly causing you to trip over your feet and bring both you and your assailant toppling.

“Woah there, tiger!” You laughed as Asmo plopped you down on his plush comforter and forced a freshly bubbling mimosa into your hand. He stood back, grin wide and arms open as if to say ‘yeah, you fucking know I’m the best!’

“I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He chimed, settling his hands on his hips. When you looked at him skeptically, he waved you away, turning back towards his closet. “No, seriously, I should win an award or something. You, darling, are about to be the talk of the town tonight! I knew I was a genius, but who knew I could pull this off-“

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, taking a sip out of the cold flute in your hand. “We get it, you’re a savant, an icon, revolutionary-“

“Don’t forget devilishly handsome!” He cooed back, digging through his endless closet before pulling out a long white dress bag.

“-and devilishly handsome.” You finished, smiling. “Now can I see the dress?”

Settling a hip on his slender waist and holding the dress bag up in the air, he frowned at you. “You know, I should give you a lesson about how patience is a virtue, and whatnot,” You cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically. Virtues weren’t exactly what these boys were known for. “But I can’t wait either!”

He reached up and pulled the zipper down the front, and an audible gasp escaped your throat, completely stunned by its contents. The hand that wasn’t holding your champagne shot to your mouth, and you stared up at him in awe.

“Asmo… I don’t even know what to say. It’s gorgeous.”

“You can say I’m the best!” A welcome giggle left as you beamed up at him.

“When you’re right, you’re right!” You admitted, shaking your head. “You really are the best, Asmo.”

“Okay, okay, now let’s hurry and get your hair and skin prepped. This is about to be an all day affair, so let me know when you need your next glass and prepared to be pampered by the finest demon in all of the Devildom.”

——

6:30 PM

After a few hours of doing your hair, makeup, nails, and a few more glasses of champagne, you made your way over to Mammon’s room at last. With a soft rap on his door and a “Come on in, dummy!” You entered.

Mammon was currently preening himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair the way you knew he thought looked just right. When he caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, he spun on his heels so fast it nearly caused him to trip, as if to make sure what he had seen in the reflection wasn’t some mysterious illusion.

“Holy shit-“ he croaked, coughing in his elbow to clear his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” You watched a blush slowly rise up his throat as he caught himself. He stood up straighter and attempted to compose back to his normal, detached (rude) demeanor- the tsundere wall breaking only for a moment.

“I mean, for a human, ya know. By Devildom standards you might as well be wearing dishrags, but cant blame you for that.” You laughed warmly, knowing that Mammon’s original reaction was the only one you could take seriously. After almost two years of living with your best friend, you’ve learned not to take his insults to heart.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Mammon. I dig the suit.” Instantly, you watched pride course through his veins at your compliment. It was true, he did look absolutely gorgeous as always- his snowy hair matched the white tailored fabric of his suit, carefully engrained with gold, spiraling details. The pale tones matched beautifully with his tan skin, the gold bringing out the yellow flecks in his eyes. His undershirt was unbuttoned so you could see the toned muscles on his chest, and a golden chain hung gracefully on his collarbones.

“I do look pretty damn good, don’t I?”

“You always do Mam, that’s your blessing and your curse.” You reached down to fiddle with the clutch Asmo had given you, an ornately detailed square bag covered in what looked like real crystals. The diamonds matched the rhinestones on the base of your long, nude nails, which Asmo had so painstakingly done himself. “Are you ready to go?”

Mammon strode foreward and grabbed his keys from behind you, jangling them loudly for good measure. You grinned, happy to at least have someone escorting you tonight. “Let’s blow this popsickle stand!” He called, already out the door. You followed dutifully, shutting the door behind you and racing after Mammon towards the garage.

“Wait up!”

“You better hurry up, human! I heard there’s caviar at this party, and I am not about to wait for you and let Beel get to the snack table first!”

——

8:12 PM

You had seen Diavolo’s castle before, even for some incredible occasions, but never like this.

A red carpet was laid down across the steps leading towards the ballroom, padding the clacking of your heels as you hoisted yourself to the entrance. Two gigantic marble doors had been propped open, allowing you view into the most gorgeously decorated room you had ever seen. Across the ceiling hung a chandelier that glistened in the golden light, reflecting small beams across the entire dance floor. The marble columns had been draped in shimmering fabrics, and small crystal drops had been suspended from the ceiling, adding to the glimmering ambiance. Above the throne was a giant gilded clock, golden hands slowly counting down towards midnight.

You took note of the princes guests, all inhumanly beautiful and donned in sharp fitting formal ware, chatted with each other over glasses of the finest liquor money had to offer. As you walked last the doorman, he nodded, and you bowed in thanks. It had taken a while, but the guards had begun to recognize you as a regular, and you were no longer bothered about your attendance, but greeted as welcome guest.

Immediately as you entered the threshold, you were ambushed by one your fellow housemates, striding over to say hello to you and Mammon. The demon raised the hand holding the cocktail in recognition to you, the other green tipped fingers tucked snugly into his robe.

“You glow up nicely, MC.” Satan greeted, flashing his signature grin. It was still difficult for you to tell when his smile was faked and when it was real, but you were learning slowly.

“Are you trying to say I don’t always look like I spent 5 hours being Asmo’s personal dress up doll?” you put your hand against your chest, feigning offence. Satan chuckled slightly, and you watched the humor meet his eyes.

“Whatever Asmo did, he did a great job.” The handsome blonde turned to glance at Mammon, who had been standing guard behind you. You recalled one time a few months ago when you and Mammon had gone shopping, Mammon had surged ahead while excitedly mumbling something about ‘a place where he can get his sunglass rims gold plated’. In his overt excitement, your protector had been completely, blissfully unaware of the struggle that was going on behind him between you and a pair of twin demons, who had managed to get a disgusting claw over your mouth and were now dragging you away. He had come to his senses eventually, once your scent had grown suspiciously weak (thankfully!), and now refused to let you out of his sight at any particular outing.

“If you’re on guard duty tonight, you’re going to have your work cut out. Try not to let them get stolen away, would you? That would put quite the damper on the party.”

Mammon’s face flushed red with annoyance. “I’m not about to let em get napped, dickbag!” he flung his hands up in frustration, much to Satan’s amusement. “I’ll have ya know, they’re definitely the safest with me. If it was any of you watching over em, then I’d be worried!”

Another three or four almost-disasters flashed through your mind, but said nothing. Mammon always managed to get you back eventually.

“Whatever you say, StupidMammon.” Before the pale haired demon could retort, Satan turned his gaze back on you. “Diavolo was just asking where you were. He’s over by the throne, and I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to pay him a visit. Come see me again later?” You offered, happy to see yet another familiar face.

“Of course. And if Mammon gets on your nerves at all tonight, come find me.”

“Will do!” you grinned, and heard your demon aggressively scoff behind you.

“Hey! Where do you get off saying shit like that? They couldn’t EVER be annoyed by the Great Mammon!”

“Come on, Mammoney,” you swiveled to beam at him. His eyebrows were scrunched in aggravation, and you almost giggled. He reminded you of a spoiled child who didn’t get his favorite toy, and it was simulatiously annoying to deal with and adorable to watch. “I’d like to go see Diavolo.” He “humphed” emphatically and crossed his arms roughly over his chest, still upset by the implication that you would ever be bothered in his presence.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Setting a hand on his bicep, you tried batting your eyes at him. He ignored you, turning his head away. You knew he was weak for your puppy dog eyes, which you often employed in times of need or stubbornness, and he desperately attempted to avoid. “Aww, come on, Mammoney. You know I could never get annoyed by my first man.” Watching his nose stain with pink, he shrugged his shoulders dramatically, slowly letting down his defenses.

“Fine,” he conceded, throughing his hands into the air in exasperation. You grasped his elbow, pulling it down to entwine it with you own. You were going to need stability to get up those stairs, and were very thankful for the support of the fluffy haired boy next to you. “Let's go see em. But if you think I care if you get swooped away by some lesser demon after that remark, you’d be mistaken!”

—-

9:03-

Arm and arm, you approached the throne, hiking the edge of your dress up to keep from tripping over your toes. You took your time to decipher a path through the laughing and twirling couples. Feeling a few of their glares burrowing into you, you forced your back straighter and held your head higher. Nobody would attack you at Diavolo’s party, you were sure of that- but you still refused to show any hint of weakness to the assailants. It wasn’t in anyone’s benefit for you to cower and snivel and hide away from their gaze.

When Diavolo caught sight of you making your way toward him, he politely halted his conversation with whatever noble he had been talking to and turned to you, arms wide and grinning up to his eyes.

“My favorite exchange student has arrived, at last!” He chimed as you neared him. You let go of the hem and grinned knowingly at the king, curtsying in gratefulness at his warm welcoming.

“I’m your only exchange student now, your Majesty.” Rising to your feet, you smirked knowingly at the prince. “I appreciate the compliment, however.” Diavolo’s grin was infectious as always, breaking you out in a wide smile from ear to ear. His charm was certainly unmatched.

“Will you ever stop calling me ‘Your Majesty?’” The handsome royal frowned playfully. His well groomed crimson hair let loose a lock of hair, which he pushed knowingly back. “You make me sound like such an old bag.” You chuckled warmly.

“You are an old bag though, your highness.” He sighed, shaking is head in acknowledgement.

“I suppose you’re right.” A glimmer caught in his eye as he took you in once more. “You are ravishing as always, but tonight you look exceptionally radiant. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You glanced down at yourself, appreciating for the umptenth time that evening how intricately your outfit had been designed. Red bottomed glittery heels helped your legs look like they stretched on forever, silver strings weaving around your calves and up to your thighs, pulling the eyes upward. The dress Asmo had donned you in was ‘one of a kind,’ he claimed- designed by Giani Versace in an exclusive deal with the demon ‘to avoid endless eons of torture via the pits of hell.’ You had laughed at the time, but you didn’t know if you should’ve taken him seriously or not- the dress was so completely stunning in a way you could potentially see as being unholy. It had two diamond bespeckled straps that led down into a deep V across your chest, then folding in to wrap around your stomach and sinch your waist into an hourglass. The fabric then settled on your hips, flowed down your legs, and split at the top of the thigh, exposing one leg to the evening air. The whole thing looked like it had been made of stars, the material glimmering even more in the reflection of the chandelier and the warm light cast by the lanterns on the walls.

A pink speckled your cheeks as your turned you gaze back on the prince,a surge pride following closely behind. “I heard this was supposed to be your greatest bash so far. I figured I should dress accordingly.”

“Well, you do look absolutely stunning, darling.” Diavolo reached forward and grabbed your hand in his warm grasp, pulling it forward to his lips.

Once he had risen, he flashed you a smile containing rows of bright white teeth, and then turned back to the company which he had previously been attending to. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my honored guest, MC. They’re a human currently residing with us in the Devildom.” He took your hand gingerly in his again, and began to lightly guide you to the small crowd of 6-8 people. “Please, allow me to introduce you.”

———-

10:56 PM

The nobles were surprisingly polite and gracious in your presence. You exchanged names and stories, laughing cumulatively at the prince's occasional jest. One of the women- a lengthy, ethereal Succubi- introduced herself as Amadorra. Her pale blue dress looked heavenly against her dark skin, golden eyes catching in the light and sparking like flecks of precious metal in a riverbank. She had left her partners side to join you at yours, leaning in and making several quips at the crowds expense and earning as many hushed chuckles in return. You didn’t have many, if any, female friends in the Devildom, and your heart warmed at the thought of her graciousness in offering that to you.

“So,” she grinned mischievously, flashing a pair of pearly canines, “which one is yours?” She glanced at the crowd, gesturing to where a few of your demons had gathered. You could see Mammon’s hair flopping wildly as he gestured something at Belphie, obviously annoyed by whatever the dark haired demon had said to tease him. You smiled softly to yourself. Satan leaned up against a nearby wall, enjoying the show, while Levi was crouched down next to him, deep in some game on his portable Snitch console. Beelzebub was still gathering stuff from the buffet, and you could see shocks of pink hair whizzing through the crowd as Asmo entertained his many suitors on the dance floor.

You took a sip of your wine.

“Who says I’m anyone’s?” You questioned playfully. She smirked back, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, honey. No one like you could stay single in the Devildom for long.” A blush creeped into your cheeks at her compliment, but you shrugged it off. Sighing dramatically, you gave in.

“Fine, you caught me.” You pushed the hair off your shoulders, and she raised her chin in victory.

“But, it’s none of the above,” you corrected, gesturing to your housemates. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?”

“That it is, beauty. My significant other is off entertaining some of Diavolo’s finest for the evening.” It was your turn to raise your head in pride, although you can’t say it didn’t sting to admit out loud that Lucifer wasn’t beside you. She seemed to pick up on this, and clicked her tongue softly in disapproval.

“When you look like that?” Her gold fingernails gestured up and down at your extravagant dress. You confessed you were a bit annoyed that, after all of the four hours it had taken you to squeeze into this thing, endure the treatments from Asmodeus, and make sure not a hair was out of place he still hadn’t seen you, you didn’t want the hurt to show through. You had more pride than that.

“His loss.” You tutted, draining your glass. You looked over your shoulder thoughtfully. “Speaking of, I haven’t seen him all night. I wonder where he’s off to.”

“Tall? Dark? Annoyingly handsome? Looks like he’s disapproving of your very existence always?” Amadorra questioned, counting off traits on her manicured claws.

“Yup, that would be him.” You sighed, glancing back at the brunette. She eyed you thoughtfully. You wondered briefly if she was telepathic, her golden irises burrowing into your soul.

“I believe he’s escorting a witch named Bella through the castle currently.” The demon flicked her hand, and you swore you watched more wine appear in her cup. When you looked inquisitively at her, she flicked a finger at yours, and you watched a sparkling liquid fill up your flute. Nifty trick. “She asked him to show her around after our original tour. Apparently she was interested in some of the old paintings, but it sounded like a pass if I’ve ever heard one.”

You felt a heat fill your chest, jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, you thought bitterly. He’s with some witch right now, cause that’s where his priorities lie. Instead of being here with me. You choked down the agitation, refusing to let the emotion take hold of you. Envy was Levi’s thing, and he could have it. Green wasn’t your color, anyway.

An huff left your chest and you glanced at the girl before you, but she just help her hands up in surrender. “I just tell it like I see it.” Pushing your hair up, you smiled gratefully at her. She had been sweet and kept you engaged for most of the evening, telling stories and cracking jokes. You were happy she told you about Lucifer- you hadn’t seen him all night, and you were beginning to worry. Although the subject matter wasn’t great, that wasn’t her fault.

“I appreciate your company, Amadorra. Thank you for hanging out with me.” She smirked her wide grin again, fangs flashing in the twinkle of the lights.

“Anytime.”

“I should probably go grab something to eat and sit down for a second- these Louboutins are going to make my feet bleed any second now and Asmodeus will throw a fit if I ruin these shoes.” You quipped, and she nodded. “I would too!”

Before you ran off, she leaned in and gave you a light hug, neither of you wanting to spill your drinks. Grasping ahold of your wrist before she pulled away, she gave it a soft tug and informed you that you should come back and join them later, once you rested. You assured her you would, waved at Diavolo, and turned to guide yourself back down the steps and onto the main floor of the ball room.

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11:37 PM

The evening air chilled against your skin and you exited onto the balcony. Bumps erupted on your flesh as you shivered, shifting so that way the faux fur coat Asmo had lent you fell more solidly over your shoulders. The weather in the Devildom was always erratic- often changing from something reminiscent of a summer day to a frigid December evening in a matter of hours. Wind whistled through the air, biting at your lips and cheeks. Why you had thought this would be a good meeting place you’ll never know, but you were determined to follow through and not give Lucifer another reason to disappear.

You snuggled deeper into your coat and walked to the edge, resting your elbows over the deck. The ceiling of the Devildom sparkled like rhinestones as the light of the city bounced back, catching on the precious stones and shimmering like stars.

It almost looks like the real thing. Nostalgia began to creep into your heart slowly but surely, wrapping around your chest like a coil. When was the last time you had felt sun, real sun? Or the last time you could look up and see the moon changing with the days? It was so easy to lose track of time here without cardinal signs, without the seasons, without the leaves changing, without day turning to night and back again.

What a brutal twist of fate that you ended up here. Memories stung your mind of when you first arrived, the nights you spent alone in your bed, mourning the loss of your life on Terra Firma. You were sure your friends were missing you, or worse- thought you were dead. You were trapped in an unknown place, with terrifying creatures, your life being threatened at every turn. It was shocking you had even made it this far.

Still, you had adapted. You had befriended your captors. You made a life in this barren hellscape. And yet still, it still didn’t feel real. It was touchable, seeable, smellable. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stuck in a dream world, unable to wake up.

Part of you ached for home. Part of you couldn’t bear it if you left.

When you let out the breath you had been holding, it steamed the air around you. You lifted the sleeve of your coat to shield your face and warm your nose, which you could tell was close to running.

Alone again.

There were plenty of times when the boys took up your attention, when they dawned over you, when they went out of their way to spend time with you, but ever since you started dating Lucifer, things had changed. He could be possessive, snapping at times when one of the boys had innocently fallen asleep in your bed during a movie marathon, even though he hadn’t been there to watch it with you. He would be in a mood when you came back from the club while he was working late, even after asking you not to bother him. Lucifer, despite his virtues, had let his pride leak into your relationships with his brothers, sticking a wall up between you. Isolated, you spent many evenings alone and wanting.

Why can’t he just be there?

Does he not care about me at all?

A chime snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to swivel back towards the ball room. A crowd had gathered around the base of the clock, watching as the clock made its final round towards the New Year.

One minute left to go.

11:59 PM-

He’s not going to show.

Once it entered your mind, it spread like a virus, ravaging any other thought until it was the only one that remained.

I asked one thing of him, you thought bitterly, and he can’t even bother to show up?

We’re at the same party!

He’s off somewhere with Bella, too busy to be bothered by his doting girlfriend.

Your eyes scanned anxiously through the crowd, desperately trying to catch any sight of the eldest avatar. You wanted to deny so desperately what you knew was true- either he had forgotten, or he just didn’t care. Panic slowly began to rise in your chest.

People chattered excitedly as they watched the clock creep closer and closer to its goal. You could hear the popping of your champagne next to you, forgotten. Your ears began to ring.

A shock of black hair entered your vision, and you almost felt elated.

Lucifer’s midnight black suit fit like a glove, perfectly gripping him in all the right places. You were sure it had been tailor made for him, the way he moved in it so elegantly.

This must’ve been what he looked like as an angel.

The second you had thought it, you knew it was true- he exuded a beauty and power that caused the people in front of him to part ways and let him pass. His eyes shifted like rubies in the light, not a single hair out of place. Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in, finally in his element- basking in the awe of all his peers.

Then, as the crowd parted, you caught a glimpse of his newest accessory.

Bella.

10!

She was almost as gorgeous as him, you realized. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, complimented by a pair of blood red lips. Straight black hair dropped down her shoulders and down to her waist, long red nails highlighting her slender fingers. The dress she wore fit in all the right places, pulling her waist in and accentuating her already prominent hourglass shape.

When you looked at them, it immediately struck you how much they looked like a pair. Red and black and gold, their colors blended in a perfect match, almost like it was planned. She was graceful, he was domineering. He was strong, she was lithe. He was a demon, and she, his sin.

Bella’s cherry red lips parted and said something you couldn’t hear. A smile spread across his normally stoic face. Your heart jolted.

Lucifer leaned down so she could hear him. He spoke slyly, and a laugh shook through her body.

She reached her red tipped talons into her crystal encrusted clutch and pulled out a single silver tube. Unclipping it, she spun out her sharpened lipstick.

He stared as she carefully applied the tint. Bella eyed him thoughtfully, long black lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him.

The witch popped her lips to smooth out the pigment. You swore you watched his eyes darken.

She placed that same hand against his chest. Lucifer didn’t move away.

Bella pushed up onto her toes. He leaned down to hear what she wanted to whisper so softly in his ear.

She slid her hand up to his neck and grabbed him gently. Lucifer’s eyes widened as she pulled him down to her.

Happy New Year!

She placed a soft kiss against his lips.

When did you forget how to breathe?

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I hope you enjoyed the first edition of HeartAche Mixtapes! This was so much fun to write.

I love you all! -Bambi

#obey me #obey me imagine #obey me fic #lucifer imagine #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer imagines #om! lucifer #shall we date lucifer #swd lucifer #lucifer #my writing #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #Heart Ache Mixtape

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nomoregoldfish · 3 years

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I Promised You The Moon rant

Just binged it and this was from the episode by episode reaction/discussion with my partner in crime @glossyboy.

First of all, Oab stole the show, singlehandedly, which he's not supposed to. I don't think anyone expected it including himself. In the very top post when I searched his name on tumblr, he said this lol

But the truth is he played one hell of "villain" that required a very nuanced performance and he delivered it in a believable and graceful manner. Jai became the catalyst of the entire season and his rather complicated relationship with Teh was the highlight of part 2.

EP 1

From the very beginning it's clear that part 2 is very much a Teh's story rather than a balanced story about two young people's journey as a couple in the next chapter of their lives. It makes me uncomfortable they made Oh-aew clingy and pessimistic without giving him any character development.

The best part is probably the opening scene where they went paper-rock-scissors to decide who's gonna buy condoms. It felt authentic, the expectation, the hesitation, the mischievous act, all fits their characters well. Other times ep 1 was more like two adult kids playing house, literally in an empty giant ass upper middle class apartment.

EP 2

It's great that they poked the femininity vs. masculinity issue through Oh-aew, but stopped right there at the surface. Missed a perfect opportunity to go head-to-head with the controversial topic, start a debate, crush the stigma of femininity, bring something new, be a real game changer of the BL genre, and most importantly give Oh-aew some concrete character development. Part 1 showed us a gay character that's very comfortable with his sexuality and femininity, that's almost revolutionary in Asia, not as a comic relief but a leading role. Oh-aew questioned his own sexual identity once in that bra wearing scene, it's straight out of comfort zone, BOLD, and transgressive. So I expected more from part 2.

That's it? And they're already sophomores? Can't believe Oh-aew's character has been marginalized like this. It's pathetic.

But I love the brutally honest conversation at the end where Teh vented his rage and despair regarding his frustration of acting. He was acting like a dick because he's disappointed, and scared. Teh again was not afraid of showing vulnerability, making the reconciliation very realistic and touching.

EP 3

Dare I say I freaking love ep 3! The unresolved (partially sexual, but not entirely) tension between Teh and Jai was over the roof! And the built-up to their kiss was very authentic, which paled Teh and Oh-aew's much sidelined storyline, including the long anticipated sex scene (still can't believe it happened right after Jai explicitly instructed Teh to do it after the two spent a whole night bonding, like wow! Totally TRANSGRESSIVE and to some extent, kinky.) Teh looked up to the senior, idolized him, wanted to be good for him and make him proud, thirsted for the validation from him, which was mixed with affections. The workshop diary was a brilliant idea to let them open up to each other and eventually bring them close. This was what a meaningful arc of a story looked like. By contrast, there isn't a single moment between Oh-aew and Teh in part 2 that made me go "Damn it's soooooo hot!"

I know Jai/Teh wasn't the endgame but I appreciate the storyline so much. It's a very bold move considering it broke the over-glorified "one true love in one's life" fantasy of its target audience, mostly young cis women. The popular narrative of "you can only love one person through your life/one true love" in romance fictions/chick flicks was totally smashed. And it wasn't written just to stir up things between Teh and Oh-aew, it wasn't a silly fling. Instead, it's meaningful, complicated, natural, and realistic, delivered by nuanced and excellent acting from two young actors. It's hilarious that fans hate Jai with a passion and call him names.

And big news, Jai is bi?! Bravo! He's radiating bi vibes since his first appearance.

I kind of gave up at this point, the season wouldn't do Oh-aew any justice. Like my partner in crime pointed out, the costume design literally threw some "incongruous female fashion pieces" on Oh-aew, made him dye his hair red, without...making any actual point of his personality or his character development. Wardrobe was supposed to make a point in storytelling. Yes, PP wearing pink is cute, and? There's nothing else for Oh-aew. Unfortunately he's reduced to this sulky, crying, and wronged partner in a failing relationship.

EP 4

Oab again was killing it. The tension between Jai and Teh...from the rehearsal in front of Oh-aew to the dressing room pep talk, was incredibly intense and hot AF.

Was it a manipulative relationship after all? Oab was so good at conveying a character with many faces. Jai's a mentor to Teh, also a good friend, their relationship was genuine. He's also ambitious with his own goals, he used, challenged, provoked Teh in a way that benefited them both. It made sense the title of part 2, I Promised You The Moon, was from Jai's script. He promised Teh what the junior wanted the most, a bright future in acting. Teh's unconventional and unspoken feelings for Jai was the best part of the entire season in terms of creative writing, it's complicated, fragile, delicate and completely heartbreaking.

The after talk in the hallway was so well-written. It's funny (Teh joking about playwrights always write about their EXs is gold), intimate yet meticulously controlled, no one lashed out or wept. Both knew what they signed up for and Jai particularly made it clear about his motive and the purpose of the "special workshop" beforehand (or right away.) Yet it's no one's fault that Teh got carried away. He's younger, he's immature, he's more into it, it's totally natural. It's so romantic when Teh's singing karaoke in the bar with Oh-aew, yet he couldn't help but desperately staring at Jai on the floor, knowing he and the man who just turned him down were never gonna happen, they were done, but he's still madly attracted to him and his talent. He fancied Jai, at least the idea of Jai, a playwright, a director, someone knew him better than himself. That hurt beautifully.

EP 5

Teh/Oh-aew endgame at this point was pretty meaningless. Oh-aew as a leading character never got any solid character development over a span of four years. What happened between Jai and Teh wasn't just "cheating", though they surely made it look that way, like Teh's empty promise of "I won't see him again after the show ends". No matter how Oh-aew and Teh eventually reconciled, there's no emotional connection, no sparkle anymore between the couple.

But I knew for a fact they had to. Otherwise it's too much of a risk financially for the series. The creators had to take the easy way out like most traditional romances—one of the most contrived and formulaic trope where the male leading character made a mistake (usually cheating) and realized he's wrong, he deeply hurt the female leading character (Oh-aew was merely a girl substitute in part 2), then he completely changed for hell knew what reasons, started doing every nicest thing in the world to try to "win" the female character back. It has been feeding the emotionally-deprived cis female readers/audience who are frustrated with heterosexual relationship irl for decades. The formula that made romance outsell other genres of fictions combined in the 60s and 70s still sells today, under the name of boys' love. It's pathetic to see Oh-aew confess to Bas that he always "lost" to Teh. Love shouldn't be some kind of game or competition, there isn't winner or loser in love. Love is spontaneous. Oh-aew didn't lose because Teh developed feelings for someone else, and he didn't win when Teh begged him for reconciliation. People change, people move on.

And as predicted, they went for it. The ending was so absurd and tedious.

Overall, Jai's probably the hardest villain to play, he needed to be REALLY GOOD to be "the bad guy", to make his role conceivable. Oab absolutely nailed it with his talent and experience. He's not even my type or extremely good looking yet I'm 100% SOLD. I immediately re-watched the scene of him kissing Teh back hungrily at the end of ep 3 like I used to re-watch Teh/Oh-aew's steamy make out session at the end of episode 3 part 1. Coincidence?

I like some parts of both seasons for the same reason, each challenged and tried to break some outdated/contrived narratives in the BL genre. Part 1 took on the sexuality taboo by showing two same sex characters sexually attracted to each other, no more "I'm not into boys, I just happened to fall for someone of the same gender" or "pure love" bullshit. By staying true to the characters' sexuality and actually showing it with explicit, intense (and beautifully shot) scenes, the gay characters were normalized. They weren't just pure and innocent, no one was. And it created two of most unconventional gay characters in Asian pop culture, Oh-aew, a beautiful boy who's very comfortable with his own sexuality and femininity, not passive at all, taking initiative to pursue what he wanted; and Teh, a sensitive, caring and vulnerable boy who cried a lot, he's confused but also sweet and brave.

Part 2 tackled the "You can only love one person through your life" trope with a very nuanced story of "cheating". Yet neither carried out what they started. Part 1 fell short of a revolutionary piece that stayed true to "adolescent sexual turmoil", dismissing bisexuality and becoming a typical unrealistic BL fantasy in the end. And Part 2, ugh, forced a "happy ending" that almost no one digs. I understand it's extremely difficult and risky to disrupt the established norms of a genre. But sometimes being transgressive and progressive could be the same thing. A story, an artwork, has to challenge something in order to create something new and compelling.

#i promise you the moon #i told sunset about you #ipytm #oab oabnithi #billkin #pp krit #rant post #asian lgbtq dramas #lgbtq #i promised you the moon

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ukiyo-jaem · 4 years

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my timer didn't go off to post this at 0:00 i am so sorry~~

warnings: smut (it's tasteful), mean parents (??) that's about it. it's got fluff in here. NOT PROOFREAD

words: 4.1k (there's a plot, trust me)

domestic!mark lee ugh a fan favorite~

I listened to Fool for You by Zayn while writing so...yeah. alrighty, let's go~~

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Fool For You

summer breezes and fresh flowers. the first big stretch when you first wake up that has you reeling back into the euphoric feeling of your warm sheets. taking a bite of your favorite dessert that reminds you of home. that scent that carries you away to your childhood of good memories and make-believe scenarios; where the worst disaster was your parents calling you in for dinner.

that's what it felt like to be in his presence.

the late night summer dates with Mark were what felt like true heaven. the nights where both of you would stay up till the early dawn holding each other so closely. the stickiness of one's skin from the morning humidity was beauty in his eyes. your natural form where no one could take you away from him.

"no matter how much i say that i love you, i will always love you more than that."

his words held so much depth when he spoke to you. he treated you like his queen and he truly was your king. he was the love of your wildest dreams. but he was way better...because he was real.

both of your families condemned this love and thought of it as useless and a waste of time. yet, it was all the time for both of you. you didn't need anyone else except mark and mark alone.

but every knife has it's point...and you've both been reaching it slowly but surely. the calls to one's family becoming longer and less loud.

"i don't want to go to dinner with your family though." your words were heartbreaking to his ears but he had made his decision. "i know. please. i know you hate them-" "i could never hate anyone, mark. it pains me but i'd never let it turn into hate" you said and his shoulders dropped. "you're so strong. just one night and i will never ask you to go near them." his eyes pleaded from where he was laying on the bed. your body positioned at the end of the comfy and warm bed.

your mind was lost in thought until you felt his hand grab yours. "pretty please?" he pouted and you groaned laying down. "that's so not cool to pout." you said turning towards him. "but i know it works." he comes closer to lay soft kisses all over your face, ending with a meaningful kiss on your lips.

"fine." you breathed after he finished his moment of passion. "and that is why you're the best." he grabbed your body and pulled you on top of him.

"we have to leave soon." you complained and he groaned. "you wanted me to go so bad and now you're gonna make us late." you said straddling his waist. "yeah yeah yeah." he held your waist and sat up.

you rolled off as he puckered his lips, leaving your boyfriend waiting. "what are you gonna wear, handsome?" you opened the closet. "nice shirt. blazer. pants." he listed off the most vaguest items. "well duh but what color?" you looked at your dresses. "black." he said and you wanted to bang your head on the closet door.

"okay tomorrow we're going shopping and i'm making you add some more color into your wardrobe." you said taking his blazer and dress shirt down. "yes dear." he dragged out.

"i'm going to go get dressed and do makeup." you waved him off and disappeared into the bathroom.

makeup was simple as you were left alone. yet, once you were starting your hair, mark thought it was an amazing idea to come in and try to dance the time away.

music had been playing for the past 20 minutes through the household speakers. it was a usual occurrence and a well loved routine. say you won't let go by james arthur had been sweeping through the house for the past couple of minutes.

his arms wrapped around your waist and his cheek rested against your shoulder.

"you look as beautiful as ever, and i swear that everyday you get better. you make me feel this way some how-" his soft voice carrying you away from the daily task.

"im gonna love you till my lungs run out, i promise till death to us part like in our vows-" his hands gripped yours, twirling you around in the small bathroom, ending up with you both pressed up chest to chest, slow dancing on the tiled floor.

"dont cry." he pouted as he saw your eyes fill with tears. He gently wiped them before they could fall. "then don't be so freaking cute." you pouted and his smile stretched across his face. "ugh you're so cute." he kissed your cheek ever so gently as to not mess up your makeup.

"and you're looking as dashing as ever." you brushed your hands over his dress shirt, the first few buttons still unbuttoned, his silver chain still laying on his exposed collar bones.

"want me to do your hair?" you asked and he didn't hesitate to sit on the toilet lid and wait patiently.

he always seemed so relaxed with your fingers running through his hair; the requests at 3 am after he awakes from an unpleasant dream never making you angry.

his hair was so soft and fun to play with. but with a little touch of magic and hair product, he would transform into his model-like man.

you finished up and let him go relax in the bedroom.

your dress hugged your body so nicely and flattered every curve you thought you never possessed. when paired with the jewelery mark had gotten you for your guys' anniversary, a goddess was being put together in human form.

"ready?" you asked walking back to the room to get your shoes. a whistle made you scoff lightly at the behavior. "ready to come home already and have you all to myself." mark sighed but you walked over to put your phone in your hand-purse along with extra lipstick and perfume.

he started to look nervous about the whole situation. "relax. i'm here for you and you alone. if you want to leave as soon as we get there? we'll just go to a different restaurant." you put a hand on his chest comfortably. "you got this." he smiled as you knew all his emotions at once.

"now let's go. i'm hungry." you kissed his cheek quickly and wiped away the mark of your lip color.

both of you walked hand in hand out of the house and to his car where he nervously drived you both to the restaurant.

"here we are." was all he said as he parked facing the restaurant. inside the window sat his parents and brother. his brother was with his own partner as they all laughed. mark knew he didn't have to worry about his brother not accepting his love. it was all his parents.

"let's go. try to look happy. they're your parents." you defended them. something he never understood about you. when facing backlash from his parents, you just let it go and never returned the hate. you were so loving while they did nothing but try to bring you down.

"but they're raging assholes to you." he turned towards you and you shrugged, wiping something on his cheek away and keeping your hand on the side of his face.

"and that's fine. but you're their baby. they just want the best for you. they'll never be happy with anyone." you tried to put it into perspective but it never helped.

he took your hand off his face and held it tightly. "tell me you want to leave. and we're gone." he said and you laughed lightly. "fine." you agreed and his smile made everything feel better.

"let's get this over with." he exited and ran to get your door like the gentleman he was.

he hooked your arm in his and lead you both towards the entrance.

"try to make memories. they're your parents. they love you." you reminded and he rolled his eyes. "yes, dear." he opened the door for you and didn't let you enter without a quick and cheeky smack to your ass. he acted innocent as he lead you to the round table.

"Oh, Markie!" his mom called drawing all attention to both of your presences. his parents hugged and pinched his cheeks as you greeted his brother and his brother's partner. "you look amazing tonight, y/n." his brother's partner smiled. "oh thank you so much. you look even better though! are those Cartier earrings?!" you rejoiced at their exquisite tastes.

"Only the best for them." Mark's brother smiled and you coo'd at the pure love.

"Here sit next to me." The 2 seats were next to Mark's father and Mark's brother's partner.

You gladly accepted the seat and Mark sat down not long after you. "We already ordered for you guys not knowing when you would show up, I apologize." Mr. Lee smiled at Mark. "Oh that's alright. What's on the menu tonight?" Mark asked, his hand finding yours underneath the white dining cloth. "Well I thought with all your work that we'd treat us all to steak." His mother smiled and you could hear a sigh come from the girl next to you.

"But I haven't seen y/n's figure in a while so I made the exception for a plain salad for you." Mrs. Lee forcibly smiled at you. Mark's hand squeezed a little harder than normal. "Oh thank you for the consideration and accomodations, Mrs. Lee," Her eyes squinted as what seemed like spite. "and might i add that you look amazing tonight." your genuine sincerity broke almost everyone's hearts at the table. "oh why thank you but i'm not one for meaningless small talk." she took a sip from her dark red wine.

"it's alright. i completely understand." you smiled and and she rolled her eyes. "of course you do." she muttered and turned towards her youngest son. "so, mark, what is new at the company?" her eyes held eagerness for conversation, something you'd wish to see atleast once.

"don't listen to the old bat." the beautiful woman said that sat next to you. "it's her baby. nothing is ever good enough for him." she rolled her eyes. "i know. i understand where her heart is." your fingers toying with the dainty necklace resting on your collarbones.

"you can have some of my meal when it comes. i didn't know what they were going to pull so i made sure to eat a burger before i came." you both giggled at the matter as someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to see Mr. Lee sending daggers towards your direction.

"i apologize." you said straightening yourself up in your seat. "what was so funny?" he asked sternly. "we were actually talking about her new line coming out in a couple weeks. something with one of the models. you know how that is." she swooped to your defense. "by the way, how is it coming?" she asked, takin a sip of the ice water infront of her.

"it's..uh..going very well actually. i have some investors coming to my fashion show to see if they'd be interested in investing. if they invest then i would be able to organize shows in other parts of the world. milan, london, paris, beijing, new york, tokyo-" "but are you going to go back to school for business or just dilly-dally until something goes wrong?" Mrs. Lee asked quickly.

"well my father and mother are both ceo's of their company so they help guide me in what i have trouble with." you smiled. mark's hand has become steel as he hasn't let go yet. the waiters brought out the food one by one with a small and plain side salad being placed infront of your body.

mark stared at the bare plate in front of you and wanted to hurl at that being the only food you were going to eat tonight.

"i'm fine." you leaned over to whisper in his ear. "eat so they don't ask you questions." you nudged his elbow.

"sharing food is prohibited." Mr. Lee cut everyone off. "we're not." mark muttered defeated. you swallowed your pride and ate a leaf at a time to try and curb your actual hunger.

mark ate a couple bites but you could tell he was taking his anger out with chewing; jaw clenching was one of his tell-tale signs of anger...and this steak didn't look like tough meat.

"markie. we went to church this past week and there is this lovely graduate student new in the congregation." his mother called as she ate her own food. you could see most of the people almost choke on their food but you remained steady in eating.

inside though, your tears were building up behind a wall that you would try to make stand till tonight when you were truly alone.

"yeah?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"yes. and she's not seeing anyone right now. her parents agreed to an arranged marriage if you weren't opposing." the killer was that mark didn't say anything. yet, you could hear his knuckles pop as he gripped his steak knife.

the wall was slowly crumbling as you suddenly felt full of the plain watery vegetable. you put your fork down and could only stare at your lap where a napkin laid.

"say something, dude." his brother coughed weakly.

"hell no." mark bursted and everyone could see him try to reel in his words again.

"excuse me?!" Mr. Lee bellowed, causing other dining patrons to look over.

"I'm not going to marry anyone except the love of my life." mark steamed, dropping his utensils.

"you don't know who that is yet, mark. you can't screw around with marriage and get it wrong. especially waste it on a-" mark interrupted his mother, "a what, mom?" he asked and she suddenly lost her words.

silence fell over the table as your napkin had a single ring of wetness appear suddenly. "oh no, not here. not here, sweetie," the gracious lady beside you got up "come on, we're leaving." she said to her husband and lead you out of the restaurant quickly.

as soon as you were out of eye sight, you immediately broke down in ugly tears. "don't listen to them. you are absolutely gorgeous and are a match-made-in-heaven for mark." she rubbed your back sweetly.

"you are so nice to them for no reason. you will be more of a better person than they will ever be-" "we should go. it's gonna get ugly really quickly." Mark's brother nudged you both.

you looked in to see mark and his father standing neck to neck. then as quickly as it started, it ended with mark being the bigger man and leaving. yet, a tearful mr. and mrs. lee following him at a distance.

he wasted no time in taking you in his arms and holding you as you tried your best to cover your cries. "we're going to go before dad follows. i'll stop by tomorrow and check in on you guys. get out of here before dad goes crazy." Mark's brother shouted from his car window.

mark took your hand and dragged you to the car. he put you in and got out of there as quickly as he could.

he was as angry as you had ever seen him. you didn't try to touch him or do anything on the silent ride home. yet, his hand quickly grabbed yours.

"i should have never brought you to them. im so stupid." he groaned as he hit his wheel. "no you're not." you fought with him and he didn't have the heart to go against you.

"you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." he said, a glaze setting into his eyes that you had never seen before.

"and i could never imagine life without you." he swallowed hard and you stayed there in shocked silence.

"you make me better." tears started to roll down his cheeks as he pulled into the driveway.

"please don't cry." yet your empathetic heart made your eyes spill. you both looked at eachother and laughed at the messed up states.

"then you stop crying." he defended and you looked to you lap again. he got out of his side and trailed to yours quickly.

"im gonna show you how much i love you." he said and this sparkle in his eye gleamed so brightly, everyone would've thought he was crazy.

"okay." was all you could respond with, a small smile gracing your perfect face.

he grabbed your legs and carried you all the way to the door. he crossed the doorway and it felt different. it felt more hot and flustered and more passionate.

he closed the door and immediately had you against it. the kisses were hot and filled with lust. yet, you could tell he was getting flustered and trying to rush things. the feeling of two hands on his face made him take a breath of fresh air. "let's just take it slower tonight." you whispered but he heard you loud and clear.

he picked your legs up and put them around his waist, taking his blazer off and throwing it somewhere in the living room. you dress hugged you so perfectly but you wouldn't be needing it anymore tonight.

he navigated the house as if it were you; the back of his hand. your back was now pressed to a cool matress. his hands were rough yet slow as he pulled the black fabric off of your body. his shirt was eventually off and nothing was left between your torsos besides skin.

the moonlight cascading through the window reflected off his chain and it was no longer the soft and loving without a care mark you were used to.

he was going to make you feel his love for you. from the way his fingers played with your clothed core slowly to the heavy breathing between kisses made the night air intoxicating.

his lips were against your neck making imprints of red and purple that were sure to last for a week. both of you rocked against each other in such a rhythm that would have the ocean asking for lessons on harmony.

he picked you up and situated your body at the top of the bed where he wasted no time in shimmying the dress off of your hips so he was met with nothing but you in your panties.

those were long gone as he grabbed and ripped.

"spit." he held his hand out. you obeyed and he wasted no time in running his hand up and down your already wet core.

the kisses were rushed and heated yet you both remembered to slow down as he trailed slowly down your body, kissing every part he could see and praise.

"so beautiful." he whispered, licking a bold stripe up your pussy. you gasped and tried to readjust yourself yet his strong grip on your thighs kept you ground. his arms were hooked around you upper thighs as his hands held your hips and waist down to the bed.

his dark eyes still held that shimmer in them that made you even weaker in the knees.

he wasted none of his time with teasing and gave you exactly what you wanted. "please don't stop." your hands getting lost in his hair.

his hips grinded into the mattress steadily. "im so close already." you whined as he continued his relentless pleasure. "let go for me, baby." he pleaded and if drove you so close to the edge. it made him even more excited as you were blissed out.

it was the perfect time to take advantage of your love, yet, he was going to take care and love you till both of you couldn't.

he took off the confines of his pants and met you at the top of the bed, where you were still completely gone in the euphoric wonderland he pleasured himself to sending you into.

he was slow at first but quickly got lost in this intimate feeling of being so close to you and feeling you in a way no one could relate to.

"faster." you whined but he slowed down. "no, babygirl. we're going to do this right." he cleared the hair from your face and quickly pressed your lips together in a heated kiss.

your leg now over his shoulder as he slowly pounded into you. the knot in his and your stomach felt so much more different and pleasure filled.

your fucked out moans were like angels singing in his ears as your jewelery shined in the moonlight. both of you got sloppier as you were so close to climaxing.

"please cum in me." you begged, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers.

he dropped your leg and got closer, sharing a kiss that left both of you breathless. then the explosion. it was as if a bomb of stars had gone off behind your eyelids as you could only feel your back arch with the unexplained feeling of being... full.

both of you laid breathless and sweaty as you tried to regain your composure and drift down to reality.

mark laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he could feel his own match yours.

once he felt your fingers start to dance through his hair, he knew that he needed to be like this forever. he needed you and only you. he couldn't miss this opportunity on his soul mate coming to him from the beginning.

his arms hooked around your body as reality was hitting.

"i love you, y/n." he said and he could hear your heart begin to beat faster.

"not as much as i could ever love you." you pinky traced up his nose bridge as he slowly drifted into sleep holding the one he cares about most...so close.

~~~~~~

"mmmmm steak." he watched as your eyes lit up at the treat in front of you. "it wasn't even enjoyable yesterday. it's amazing today though." mark's brother admitted from right next to him.

his brother and his partner came over to check up and brought take-out steaks to treat everyone with. just a relaxing night at home with everyone he truly loves and can feel the love from.

he watched your happiness and was automatically taken away~

"she's nothing to you!" his mom yelled as you were lead away from the scene.

"she's everything FOR me." mark retaliated. "but we just want what's best for you." his dad pleaded. "but happiness is all I need. why can't you see that and how she makes me the most happy." mark was at his wits ends.

he needed you and was going to have you as long as you both were breathing.

"it's only going to be a problem in the end that we have to clean up." Mrs. Lee had tears coming down her face.

a brief silence plagued the table. "so are you going to show up to the wedding or no?" he asked and if pure shock could kill someone, his parents would have been 6 feet under.

"no." spoken of disbelief.

"i will not bless the marriage!" his father screamed and stood up, causing mark to chest up to his own father. "you don't need to. I am going to marry that girl out there whether it kills me or not." mark pointed to your crying being not even 100 feet away.

"you're a fool if you believe you actually love her. you're young. you don't know what love is!" Mr. Lee had Mark's collar in his hands.

yet mark broke his grip and straightened his collar.

"then I guess I'm a fool for her and her love." and with that he left to comfort you and try to rebuild you diminished character.

~~~

"earth to Handsome." he was shocked back to reality by your smile and everyone's concerned faces. "i thought you stopped breathing or something." his brother laughed as he saw you clutch your chest and laugh lightly.

"scared us there for a minute." his brother's partner laughed along with you.

"so what was so nice going on in la-la land?" you asked taking a bit from your steak. mark shrugged, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"just...thinking." he smiled.

"well don't do that again. you scared me, you fool." you laughed.

he didn't want to admit that he had been daydreaming of you walking down the aisle in the most beautiful of dresses; something that still could never compare to your beauty. but that will be for a later confession at a later date. one where you'd know his secret: there's an engagement ring with your name on it hiding in his dress shoes in his closet. waiting for the right time in the near future.

he could only smile at your cute expression in the moment.

"then i guess i'm a fool for you."

-fin-

**these are all my opinions on how i read the boys and how i watch them interact with others. this is my own personal opinions and are in no way facts unless cited to proof. thank you®

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honesty and promise me, part 2 [read on ao3] [co-written with @darkmagyk]

Goth isn’t really Annabeth’s scene—hasn’t been since she was twelve, hiding in her room and blasting Evanescence or Avril Lavigne so she didn’t have to spend quality time with her brothers, or even talk to her stepmother at all—but Percy had insisted. She could almost picture his pathetic, baby seal-eyed face as he wheedled and whined at her over text, until she eventually (not at all reluctantly) gave in.

She’s only known him for a few weeks. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly her willpower had crumbled.

Thalia, for whatever reason, had decidedly not been game, even when presented with a large, post-bartending hangover coffee as an opening salvo. “This is a bad idea,” she had said, glaring at the sun so intensely that, were it not for her thick, black sunglasses, she probably would have vaporized it.

“We don’t have to go.”

“No, the show will be great. Pluto’s Daughter is great,” she said between sips of her too-bitter-to-be-real black coffee. “You and Percy, is a bad idea.”

“Protective of your baby cousin?” Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow, her eyebrow ring awkwardly bumping up against her hair, sorely in need of a shave. She was thinking of getting a second ring. Her mother had once told her that they were the epitome of trash—but Thalia had two, and they looked so badass.

She scoffed. “He’s not the baby.”

“Then there’s no problem.”

Thalia narrowed her eyes, really considering Annabeth. Annabeth’s own eyes had been described more often than not as storm clouds, dark and heavy. If hers were storm clouds, then Thalia’s were lightning, electric blue, piercing, beautiful, and dangerous, with a temper to match. “Before you started seeing him,” she said, “I’d have said that you’d eat him alive.”

Annabeth smirked. “I have done no eating yet.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, now I’m going to be honest with you. He’s going to eat you alive—and your self-esteem is never going to be able to recover. Honestly, I shouldn’t even let you two within ten feet of each other.”

She scoffed, taking a long drink of her own coffee, black but with just enough sugar to make it bearable.

As if a ballerina would ever intimidate her. A fucking ballerina.

The conversation hadn’t exactly ended the way either of them wanted, but Annabeth was still going to keep fucking Percy for the time being, and Thalia was going to let herself be dragged to the damn concert.

The night of, the bar has a line, but Thalia alternately sweet-talks and intimidates the bouncer, and he lets them in. Having tended bar for any place that would take her and not put her on the payroll, Annabeth assumes that she just has dirt on everyone in the service industry in New York City, so they skip a lot of cover charges, and get a lot of free drinks.

It's fucking crowded inside, too, packed to the brim with sweaty bodies and heavy boots. Just another day in paradise.

Thalia glances at her phone. “They’re at the bar, up front?”

“They?”

Thalia doesn’t hear her, apparently, just wraps her mesh covered hand over Annabeth’s wrist and pulls her through the crush of people. Annabeth has her eyes peeled for Percy’s typical blue hoodie or orange muscle tees, thinking that they would stand out like a sore thumb in this place, but she can’t see a goddamned thing.

Now, punks aren’t exactly known for their radical use of color, but this was another thing entirely, a sea of black and lace and leather. Looking for his black hair is a waste of her time. “So many bad bottle jobs,” she murmurs.

Thalia pauses for a second, frowning at her. “What?”

“Everyone here has decided that they just had to dye their hair black. How original.”

She is silent for a moment, squinting, then looks away. “I see them, come on.”

Her blunt nails dig into Annabeth’s arm as she yanks her even harder.

There, at the end of the bar, a tall guy stands, dressed to the nines—the nines of this particular scene, anyway.

He looks kind of familiar: curly black hair in a sharp undercut that Annabeth definitely admires, extremely tight, black skinny jeans that leave nothing to the imagination and really went out of style with My Chemical Romance, a t-shirt with a skull on it (because goths, obviously), and a leather jacket, covered in patches. She spots the Italian flag, several for Pluto’s Daughter and a handful of other bands, a pride flag, a couple of music notes, and one that says, “Not gay as in happy, queer as in fuck you.”

“Annabeth,” says Thalia, “you remember Nico.”

Annabeth blinks. The last time she’d met Nico, he’d been wearing a three-piece suit that had cost as much as her rent. Now the hand she shakes has black fingernails and a skull ring, leading up to a face with eyes lined heavier than either Thalia’s or Annabeth’s, with a septum ring and a line of studs up one ear. “Hey.”

“Where’s our prima ballerina?” Thalia asks as Nico offers her a glass of something brown.

Thalia likes—and cannot often afford—expensive booze, which means that Nico must be paying. Unwilling to be caught in another embarrassing little social snafu, Annabeth tries really hard to remember what it is that he does. Hadn’t he sold his soul to some law firm or other?

“He went to consign himself to a slow and agonizing death,” says Nico.

“What?” Annabeth asks, glancing between the cousins.

Thalia rolls her eyes. “He means Percy went out for a smoke. Nico doesn’t approve.”

“It’s bad for you! This is not a controversial topic,” he says. “I don’t like that he does it, I don’t like that he got you to start, and I’m not going to like it when I go to both of your funerals. But I am going to tell you I told you so.” Then, seemingly as if to undermine his point, he throws back the rest of his own drink, holding up the empty glass to the bartender. “Another,” he calls, “Godfather, if you please.”

If drinks were on Nico tonight, maybe Annabeth could use the cover of the goth crowd to order a glass of red wine instead. It would certainly be a nice change of pace from the shit-ass beer she sucks down on the regular.

“There he is!” Thalia calls, bursting into applause. “The hell took you so long? Wardrobe malfunction?”

“Yeah,” she hears Percy’s voice. “Someone stole my best pair of tights.”

Turning, Annabeth is suddenly very glad she hadn’t yet ordered a drink, because then she would have dropped it, spilling it all over not only the dirty bar floor, but also her second favorite pair of boots.

It’s definitely Percy, but she never would have spotted him. Having gone to a dozen or so shows with her and Thalia so far, he had always dressed pretty consistently in baggy jeans and whatever stupid dance pun t-shirt Annabeth hadn’t pilfered already to wear to breakfast: very normal, and just a little bit out of place for the goth/punk scene.

Tonight, he is not dressed like that.

She can’t focus on everything all at once, so she starts with his too tight t-shirt, with the logo for Pluto’s Daughter splashed across it, like the artist had taken paint and hurled it at the fabric from a mile away. Ripped and sleeveless, she can see every single ridge and line of his biceps, his forearms, his shoulders, even a bit of his decolletage. His pants are black, per the unspoken dress code, and baggy, but he has belts wrapped up and down his legs, emphasizing the size of his muscular thighs and calves. And that isn’t even the worst part. Neither are the studs in his ears, or the black liner around his eyes.

The worst part is the blue lipstick painting his mouth, making his eyes pop, making his troublemaker smile look that much more depraved.

The worst part is how that blue lipstick will almost certainly be all over her thighs by the end of the night.

Thalia’s advice was never going to win out, but now it has no chance.

Despite being dressed up like the goth ballet prince of her dreams, the hero of an angsty, middle school novel Annabeth might have dreamed up instead of paying attention in class but had been too embarrassed to ever write it down, he smiles at her, cheery and bright as ever, kissing her so deeply her mouth must turn blue. In the corner of her eye, she sees Thalia and Nico exchange a capital-L look, one that Percy can’t see, because all of his attention is focused on her. She doesn’t know what that means, but she’s too far gone to ask.

Percy moves away, still close, still oriented around her, but she has to clasp her own hands together to keep herself from reaching out and pulling him back to her, biting her tongue, rubbing the ring along the inside of her teeth to keep from letting the word “please” escape her lips.

She doesn’t think she’s ever been so instantly taken with any guy—ever. Not even the almost one night stand her sophomore year was college, nineteen and fresh-faced and totally unprepared for the heartbreak that would follow. Last time, Luke had suggested wine to help her get over her mystery man, so that’s what she orders now, taking too big sips and ignoring the slight concern in Percy’s too pretty eyes.

It’s all packaging, she thinks, packaging designed to make the product more desirable. Basic marketing and design. She knows him, and she knows what he can do with his teeth and his tongue and his hand and his dick. She recognizes it, sees it coming, so she won’t be affected by it.

“I didn’t know you were coming, Nico,” she says, wrangling her thoughts together. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Never miss a show,” he says.

“Flew back from London just for it,” Thalia says, bumping him with her shoulder.

“I flew back because my business trip was over,” he corrects. “…But I did take the redeye so I’d be here on time.”

Percy beams at that, so hard she can actually feel it. “Anyone else joining us I should know about?” Annabeth asks.

It’s so weird to look at them all together—all dark hair, strong jaws, cheekbones carved from stone, sexy and just a little bit intimidating. “Any other cousins, maybe?”

Nico glances at Percy, suddenly apprehensive. “Actually, Percy,” he says, “I’m pretty sure I saw—”

“Perseus Jackson!” A whirlwind of blue-green silk assaults her senses as a woman sweeps over to them, headed straight for Percy, almost knocking Annabeth out of the way, wrapping him up in a hug and ignoring everyone else. “How’s my darling little brother?”

Percy awkwardly pats her on the back, shooting a grimace at the rest of them. “Uh, hey, Kym. I… didn’t know you’d be here.”

“It was a last minute thing, I had a free night for once in my life and was casting about for something to do, you know how much I hate not working, and I thought I’d come by and support our dear Hazel.”

Nico raises an eyebrow. “Since when have you been into goth rock?”

It’s not an unwarranted question. She looks wildly out of place here, in her sleek, silk dress and the scent of Dolce and Gabbana’s Light Blue coming off her like waves, in sharp contrast to the sea of ripped jeans and sewed up shirts that surround them.

Kym, again, ignores him. “Mojito, Perseus? I know it’s your favorite.”

Annabeth’s eyebrows shoot up past her hairline. Percy? Percy half-a-cider-no-thank-you-I-don’t-care-for-any-more Jackson likes to drink mojitos? “Ah—” He grimaces, trying to extract himself from her grip, “no, thank you—"

“Oh, you’re no fun anymore.”

“I just don’t like to—”

“Well it’s not like this place will have any rum worth drinking anyway,” she sniffs.

Thalia rolls her eyes.

“Here, take a selfie with me.” Her phone is already raised, thumb poised for action.

“Kym, come on—”

But she pulls Percy close, shoving his head against hers, mouth already pouting. Thalia sighs, turning back to the bar.

After a moment of refusal, Percy sighs too, giving into his fate, and mustering his best vogue for the camera. They make an odd pair, her with her perfect Instaglam and him with his blue lipstick and smudged liner, but with the two of them pressed together like this, it’s easy to tell that this Kym is another cousin. Same eyes, same brow, same inky black hair, she looks exactly like Percy, only whiter.

Satisfied with her selfie, it’s only then that she notices Annabeth staring at her. “And you are?”

Percy sighs, rubbing his eye. “Kym, this is Annabeth. Annabeth, this is my sister Kymopoleia.”

Kym does not reach out her hand. “And what do you do?”

Thalia, from nowhere, slings an arm over Annabeth’s shoulder, whisky in hand. “Nothing that would interest you, leech.”

“I’m an architect,” Annabeth offers.

“My friend studies at Bartlett, in London. Did you go there?” Kym asks.

“No,” Annabeth says, biting back an automatic retort about Bartlett’s global ranking in Forbes. Ninth in the world, not even top five.

Kym curls her lip a little, like she knew what Annabeth would have said anyway. “What have you designed? Anything I would know?”

“She designs community gardens and stages for festivals.” Thalia says.

“Oh, so not a real architect, then.”

“The Man doesn’t have to approve of something to make it real. No, her name isn’t on file in some state office. She’s an anarchist architect.” Thalia says. Annabeth bits back a line of her own retorts.

Kym sniffs again. “Thrilling.” Then she turns back to Percy, writing her off entirely. “Perseus, it was lovely to see you again—will you be coming to Santorini this year?”

“Depends on my rehearsal schedule.” The words sound very rehearsed. He’s said this exact phrase a lot.

“Well get that sorted out! You know how mother likes her itineraries.”

He nods, beleaguered. “As soon as I can, promise.”

“See that you do.” Then with a final kiss on Percy’s cheek, off she flounces, disappearing into the dirty, grungy crowd, leaving silence in her wake like the wreckage after a storm.

“Okay,” says Annabeth.

Percy sighs, turning to the bar to order his own drink.

“Sorry about that,” says Nico. “If I had known she was coming, I swear I would have told you.”

“You can’t just go around saying the word ‘cousin,’ Annabeth,” says Thalia, returning to her own space. “It’s like Beetlejuice. Say it three times and you summon one of Percy’s douchey relatives.”

“They’re your relatives, too.”

Thalia scoffs. “Barely.”

“Oh yeah?” asks Percy. “How’s Hercules?”

“Hopefully dead.”

“At least he doesn’t show up out of the blue in wildly incongruous places,” Nico points out.

Percy takes a pull of his drink, and Annabeth does not watch his neck as he swallows. “Yeah, what was up with that? Since when has Kym been into goth rock?”

“That’s what I said!”

“She’s planning something,” Thalia mutters, glaring angrily into her drink. “I don’t know what it is, but she’s planning something.”

“So, I’m guessing this isn’t usually her scene?” Annabeth asks.

“Art is her scene,” Thalia replies, gesturing widely, nearly smacking someone in the shoulder. “The whole of the New York art world.”

Looking back around to the half-lit bar full of badly dressed goths, she thinks maybe calling this the “art world” might be a little bit generous.

“She’s kind of like an art world barometer,” says Percy. “Wherever she goes, the critics follow—like little baby ducklings.”

“Too bad she’s a fucking snob about it.” Thalia tosses back the rest of her drink, slamming the glass down on the wood, signaling for another with a toss of her head.

“Shame she has such good taste,” Nico muses.

“She has such good taste!” Despite her bravado, Thalia is absolutely a tiny bit of a lightweight, the whisky already going to her head, slurring her speech just a little. “Whole fucking family’s so goddammed good at art.”

“Not the whole family,” says Percy, shaking his head. “Kym can’t make art, she just appreciates it, like Jason. And Triton can’t do either.”

Annabeth has never seen Thalia so much as draw a picture or pick a song at karaoke, but she had been left out of Percy’s little list. In all Annabeth’s years of knowing Thalia, she never even thought that it had bothered her. “I mean,” she says, “if you like art, you could—”

As one, Nico and Percy both shake their heads. Insistently. Violently.

Staring at her empty glass, Thalia doesn’t notice. Nico replaces hers with his half-finished one, and Thalia drinks without missing a beat. “What about you?” she turns to Annabeth, blue eyes wide. That’s another thing that the cousins all have in common; their eyes are a variety of colors, but they’re all the same wide, almond shape, made more pronounced with heavy, grungy liner. “Got any artistic cousins?”

“No,” she says, wondering how little she can get away with saying. “I only have one, and he’s not.”

Everyone stares at her.

She capitulates, just a little. “His partner is an artist,” she offers. “Alex is a sculptor.”

Percy looks at her, half-smile on his face. “What does your cousin do if he isn’t an artist?”

His question makes it sound like there are only two types of people in the world to him: artists and non-artists. Given that Annabeth had been sketching buildings since the time she had the dexterity to hold a crayon, it might be true. “He’s in med school,” she says, “fourth year, at Harvard.”

“Ew.” He wrinkles his nose.

“Okay, smartass,” she says, “you talk to your podiatrist like that?”

“You still fucking that med student?” Thalia asks Nico.

“Dating him, actually.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Dinner,” Nico says. “Sometimes lunch. This is going to shock you, but you can actually spend time with the people you sleep with, and even develop feelings for them.”

They glare at each other for a long moment, then, as one, turn and glare at Percy.

“No,” he says, “I am not getting in between this.”

Nico, somehow, glares even harder. “Come on, you’re—”

“I’m not talking about this,” Percy says, his face a hard mask, lips set firmly in a frown.

For the first time ever, it occurs to Annabeth that this ballet dancer could be scary if he wanted to be.

That is… so not a problem.

The cousins continue glaring at each other, the family telepathy practically brimming with unspoken pasts. A part of her really, really wants to hear where it’s going. She wants to know what Percy’s feelings are on romance, just to make sure that they are on the same page. Casual sex, fun nights, the occasional concert—that’s where they are now. If the arrangement is going to change, she’s going to need to know about it.

Then, the lights flicker, dimming. A roar takes over the crowd, and when Annabeth can see again, Pluto’s Daughter is onstage.

There’s no introduction, no greeting, the band diving right into their first number, an intense, high-octane whirlwind of drums and bass and screaming. Percy screams right alongside them, hands raised and jumping, Nico and Thalia close behind, every unintelligible lyric learned by heart. Even Annabeth can’t help but get swept up in it, her typical aloofness melting away into the crowd.

It really is a great show.

“That was amazing!” Annabeth is almost breathless at the end of it. Her throat feels raw, like sandpaper, her cheeks aching from smiling.

Percy hands her one of those little plastic cups of water, knocking his own back like a shot, wiping his mouth with his knuckles. “Aren’t they awesome?”

“I had no idea you were such a fan,” she says. “Your Spotify Wrapped must be a mess.”

“I like all music,” he replies, glib. “Even rap and country.”

“Oh, how well-rounded of you.”

“But Pluto’s Daughter is special,” he says. “You know the drummer is my cousin?”

“Very funny.”

“No, really,” says Percy. “Hazel is Nico’s half-sister.”

She blinks at him. “You have too many cousins.”

He just laughs, throwing his head back. “Tell that to our parents.”

Whatever else he might have said gets lost as a small bundle of leather and fishnet emerges from the crowd, launching herself at Percy. “You came!” cries the drummer for Pluto’s Daughter--Hazel. “Oh, I’m so happy you came!”

In stark, stark opposition to how he had been Kym, Percy swings his little cousin around in a big hug. He probably has close to a foot on her, even in her black platform boots, their broad smiles so uncharacteristic in such a dour crowd. Annabeth hadn’t been able to get a good look at her up on stage, but now she’s flush with adrenaline, her dark skin glistening with equal parts sweat and glitter, baby hairs escape from the artful crown of bantu knots, septum ring shining in the dim light of the bar.

“Of course I came,” says Percy, somehow still hugging her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Ms. Hazel Levesque!” Thalia crows, well and truly wasted. “There’s my gal!” And she rushes over to join them, almost bowling them both over.

A truly affectionate Thalia is rare, like a four-leaf clover or snow on Christmas. It does happen on occasion, if she’s gotten enough sleep or enough to drink, but the moment is usually fleeting, meant to be treasured, kept close to the heart. Annabeth can count the number of times Thalia has been sweet to her on one hand--never cruel, or mean, but just… brusque. Sarcastic. And yeah, sometimes mean, but never in a demeaning way. Just in a Thalia way. It’s one of the many, many things she loves about her.

The only downside to affectionate Thalia right now is that it leaves her alone with Nico.

She doesn’t not like Nico, she just doesn’t really know him. He’s swaying a little, not dangerously so, just vibing to the noise and the booze he’s already had.

“Hey,” he says, lurching over to her. “Got a question for you.”

“Okay?”

“I was. Working on those permits. For your show.” He waves a hand. “Whatever. You know that stage set up for that show in the West Village last winter?"

The first time she had met Nico, Annabeth and Thalia had been helping out one of her friends with their outdoor theater, and had needed a little legal assistance with getting the venue all squared away, as they were technically trespassing on some private property. It was nice to flex her creative muscles, though. She didn’t always get the chance these days.

She nods. “Yeah?”

"Your New York State architect license was on the paperwork."

Annabeth's blood runs cold.

Swallowing away her anxiety, she takes another sip of her water, hoping he’s too buzzed to notice. "What, was I supposed to try and impress Kym with my license?"

Nico snorts. "God, no.” Taking another sip of his drink, he goes to hug his sister, and Annabeth quietly berates herself for not taking care of that sooner.

Yes, her license is still on file with the state, because it’s so much more convenient to leave it like that, rather than let it lapse and reapply every time she has to do something bigger than a birdbath in a tiny community garden, and being registered still means she has access to the network and can apply for certain grants and it always looks good on her portfolio and she didn’t think the two worlds would ever collide, especially not in a place where Thalia, of all people, would ever find out--

“So,” says Percy, sidling back over to her. “Working on anything good?”

She blinks, the spiral of her thoughts coming to a screeching halt. “Huh?”

“Any cool projects on the docket?”

Projects. Right. “Sorta in between projects right now,” she says, tapping her fingers against the bar. “I finished up that community garden a couple months ago, now I’m just… waiting for the next thing coming along.”

He nods. “I feel that. The precarity’s a bitch, isn’t it.”

“Totally. Almost makes you want to work a 9 to 5 just for job security, right?”

“Absolutely not,” he says. “Wouldn’t give up ballet for the world. I could never work in an office; sitting for so long might actually kill me.”

It might--even now he can’t help but move, shifting around on heel to toe and back again. Everything about him is about movement. Even an office where everyone was on their feet, like hers had been, wouldn’t have been enough for Percy Jackson, she thinks.

“What about you?” he asks. “How would you fair in an office?”

“Been there, done that,” she says, before she can even think it through.

“Really?” She sees him scan her. Normally when he does that, he’s thinking of her without her clothes on, but now, she’s pretty sure he’s thinking of the ink that runs up and down her legs, and how that might all look forced into some sort of pencil skirt.

"Once upon a time,” she says.

“Was that before or after you decided to become an anarchist architect?”

Long after she decided to become an architect, but before anything about an anarchist crossed her mind, though her freshman Poli Sci professor, or maybe that sophomore philosophy TA, would probably argue that she isn’t actually an anarchist now. “Before,” she says. “I once tried to be very very different.” Tried and failed, oh so very spectacularly.

“How so?”

She looks at him for a moment. There are layers of mystery that need to be upheld. But she can’t spill her life’s story to Percy after only a few weeks of knowing him, no matter how easy and disarming he may be. She isn’t that girl anymore, and she doesn’t want people to know she ever was. Especially not these people: Thalia, Percy, Nico, even Hazel, who she hasn’t properly met. She can see, standing here, how very genuine and clear they are about themselves. They probably have actual skeletons in their closets, real, agonizing pasts, so much worse than her own.

She doesn’t want them to know she had an honest to god debutante ball. Murder would be vastly preferable. But still, Percy’s eyes are so bright, even in the dark light. His smile is so non-judgmental.

“I used to dream about adding to the skyline,” she says, eventually, “designing something so cool and so fresh that even after I died, everyone would look up and they would know my name.” For a second she thinks he might actually understand. And then she remembers Kym, and his utter distaste for his own sister, whose friend had only managed to get into Bartlett. “But I realized that kind of ego wasn't going to do me any good. And office work wasn’t going to take me anywhere I wanted to go.”

That bruise to her ego still stings, on occasion. That, and the loss of the only thing she’d ever wanted as much as something permanent. They were separate dreams, really, but two years ago, in that little Upper East Side café, they had seemed like one and the same. Failing so spectacularly in one had felt like she might as well throw in the towel about the other.

Percy in blue lipstick, eye liner, and a very tight shirt makes her think it might have been the right choice.

Maybe.

Possibly.

Assuming she never got another call. Though after that award she and Leo got earlier this year…

No, she reminds herself. She shouldn’t dream big anymore. She wasn’t going to get there, and she had to be ok with that.

He smiles, lopsided, sympathetic. “I know what you mean. Like, after so many amazing dancers, you have to be crazy to think that you can add something to the canon, something that’s never been done before. But here we are.”

“Here we are indeed.” She clinks her glass against his, and they drink.

He finishes with a long gasp, licking his lips.

“Wanna go be somewhere else?” she asks.

“Damn right I do,” he says, grabbing her hand, lacing her fingers together with his.

An hour or so and a few orgasms each later, they lie side by side on Percy’s bed, soft and sweaty.

“So your sister is kind of… intense,” Annabeth says.

Percy snorts so hard, Annabeth can feel it vibrating into her. “Yeah. That’s a word for it.”

“What was it like, growing up with her?”

“Oh, I didn’t grow up with her. I grew up here with my mom; she grew up in Athens with our father.”

“In Athens? Cool.” She’d done a study abroad in Rome, but she’d never made it out to Athens like she had wanted. Too much Pantheon, not enough Parthenon. “Have you ever been?”

He screws up his face, thinking cutely. “A few times. They’re not… great memories, exactly. In retrospect, it’s nice that my dad wanted me to feel included, but bringing his mistress’ kid on the annual family vacation to Santorini probably wasn’t his brightest idea.”

Annabeth’s eyes shoot up to her hairline. “Wow.”

“Kym was actually always pretty cool about it,” he continues, thoughtfully. “She likes to pretend she’s this ice queen alpha bitch type, but she’s got a secret soft spot. And my dad’s wife eventually came around--she even sends me a birthday card each year. My half-brother, though.” Percy blows out a breath. “He’s always been a douchebag.”

Dropping a kiss to his bare shoulder, she squeezes him. There’s a story there, but she knows better than anyone about not wanting to talk about bad family relationships. Percy likes Kym, though, and that makes her safe territory. “Tell me more about Kym. You said she was some kind of art collector or something?”

“No, she’s not a collector.” Percy bites his lip, considering. “It’s kind of hard to explain. I guess you could say that she’s, like… a professional socialite?”

Annabeth sits up, squinting down at Percy. “Are you trying to tell me that your sister is a courtesan?”

He sputters, completely taken by surprise, choking on his inhale. After thirty seconds, Annabeth is afraid she’s going to have to try CPR, before Percy starts to calm down. “No,” he wheezes, coughing. “No, she’s not a courtesan.”

“So, what does a ‘professional socialite’ even do?”

“You know, she… socializes.” Percy waves a hand in front of him. “She goes to parties, meets people, facilitates meetings--she socializes.”

Annabeth frowns. “What does that even mean?”

“I literally don’t know how else to explain it to you.”

“What, is she a spy?”

He opens his mouth to argue, then pauses. “Not… technically.”

“Not technically?”

“Think more corporate, less political.”

Okay, now she’s even more confused. “Huh?”

Percy sighs. “My dad runs this big shipping company that does business all over the Mediterranean. Pretty much the whole family works for him in some way: Triton is some kind of assistant executive, and Kym and my step-mom do, you know, outreach or fundraising or whatever.”

She’s silent for a moment, collecting the information presented to her. “Is this some kind of mob thing?”

He grimaces. “Maybe we should change the subject.”

“Is your dad a mob boss, Percy?” Objectively, she knows that the mob is a terrible organization responsible for many different types of atrocities, but honestly, the idea is kind of exciting, Annabeth hooking up with the secret lovechild of a mob boss. It’s romantic and sexy in a film noir kind of way.

“No, he just--does some light smuggling. I think.”

“How does one engage in ‘light’ smuggling?”

“Okay, so his business is totally legitimate, but he may also smuggle art on the side. Or oil. Or both. I don’t know and I’ve been told never to ask.”

And she thought her family was weird. She tells him as much. “That’s wild.”

“Honestly? That’s not even the wildest thing about my family.”

She flops back down on the bed, already exhausted. “Percy, I don’t know how many more revelations about your mob family I can take.”

“They’re not part of the mob!” He laughs. “But,” he smirks, looming over her with a familiar desire, “I can neither confirm nor deny that I had to swear a blood oath to the family when I turned eighteen.”

Rolling her eyes, she still easily submits to the heady feeling of his lips on hers, tilting her head back as he travels down her neck. “Okay, I did not sign up for any Don Corleone bullshit.”

“But you’d make such a great mob wife. Though we would have to kill the rest of my immediate family.”

Annabeth giggles, only partly at the ticklish feeling of his lips between her breasts. “I’d help you kill your douchey half-brother any day.”

He glances up at her from her belly button, long lashes fluttering. “That is legitimately one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. Full disclosure, Thalia has already called dibs.”

“That’s fair.” Then she pushes his head down further. “Now get to work, Godfather.”

#IT'S ALIVE #my fic #percabeth #pjo #the rivalry ends here #honesty and promise me #darkmagyk #we took a detour to 15th century europe but we're back babeyyy

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sooibian · 4 years

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Heal (Part Two)

Characters: Kim Jongin x Reader

Genre: Angst / Slight Fluff (Arranged Marriage AU)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is my first time (a) writing for Nini (b) writing an “A/N” (and I feel thoroughly under qualified doing so). While Part One kinda wrote itself - one winter evening while I lay terribly sick in bed, Part Two is a labour of love. So please, let me know your thoughts. I’m really anxious about this fic! Also, thank you so much for loving Part One!

Tags: @baekhyunsdangerouswoman @ilove-exu @weapinggwillowss @baekislub @shadowstark @cardtak

You woke up a little before noon, feeling listless as an inexplicable pain teared at your heartstrings. You dragged yourself out of bed while running a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame the wild flyaways. Standing in front of the mirror, you examined yourself - the slump in your shoulders, tear stained cheeks, bloodshot eyes, chapped lips - you were going to grant yourself the time to grieve. Allow yourself to break completely before you could gather all the pieces and become whole again.

The cozy feeling of fresh cotton pajamas against your skin, little to almost no residue of make-up on your face, the lingering feeling of his warm embrace – kindness on his part.

You were determined to not use your husband as an emotional crutch. It was imperative to your already fragile relationship, barely hanging by a thread. A thread woven by your patience towards him and his tolerance towards you.

At no cost did you want to risk your present, almost amicable, situation with your husband, to be wrecked by the newest curveball life had thrown you.

And it was not because you had grown to love him. You had not and you probably never would. You'd simply gotten used to the tranquility which was nothing but a by-product of still, undisturbed waters, cautious words, and mindful gestures.

You were jolted back into reality with the gentle chime of your phone.

Jongin >> Would you like to meet over a cup of coffee....around 4? Only if you're okay with it :)

You wanted to refuse. But you couldn't. Especially not after last night. You didn't want to seem ungrateful. You didn't want to rock the boat.

Sure!

You hastily hit send and slumped back in bed as a different kind of exhaustion took over.

***

Instead of dressing up for your little date with Jongin, you decided to dress down.

You ditched your go-to wardrobe for a pair of baggy mom jeans, a plain white tee and comfortable sneakers. Your face devoid of the slightest trace of make-up, you completed your look by scrunching your hair up in a top knot.

It probably won't matter at all. He probably wouldn’t even notice. But you were doing this for you. You wanted him to see the real you. Unfiltered, unadulterated, unabashed you.

***

The café was swarming with office-goers ready to get their routine caffeine fix. You noticed Jongin seated at a table in the corner hunched over his i-Pad.

You were both early for the date.

You drew a deep breath. “Hi”, you half said half exhaled as you walked up from behind him.

He got off his chair to greet you with an awkward hug, “Hey”

You noticed a chocolate cupcake sitting pretty on the table with a pink icing “Sorry” written across the top.

Half shrugging you asked, “What – what’s this for?” as you seated yourself on the chair opposite him.

“I’ll explain. But first, how are you feeling? I hope you – please don’t get me wrong – I hope you’re not here under any compulsion”, his ears turned scarlet and you found him fidgeting with the end of his tie!

You shook your head in an attempt to cut him off, “No, no of course not. I mean, I’m not here under any compulsion. And yes, I’m feeling a lot better…thanks for last night”, you smiled to ease him up. You had never seen a visibly nervous Jongin. You found it endearing.

A genuine smile graced his face, “You can still talk to me, if you like…about your grandmother. I’m sure it can’t be easy…” his voice trailed off.

You only nodded and managed a feeble, “Thanks” in response.

He took a small pause and stared at you intently before reciting what came across as a well rehearsed statement, "I'm not great at the whole talk about your feelings thing"

You quietly waited for him to go on.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I'm sorry, would you like something to drink first?"

You nodded, "A latte sounds good"

***

Jongin arrived with two cups of latte, a stack of tissue papers, atleast five sugars and four wooden stirrers.

"I don't know how people handle an Americano", he remarked as he took his seat.

"Honestly, I'd pegged you for an Americano guy, yourself", you grinned.

"Sorry to disappoint you", he jested before a look of concern clouded his face.

"Listen I'm - I'm really sorry for the way I've behaved all these months. None of this was your fault. And - and I truly regret taking it all out on you. It was selfish and really immature on my part...I hope you can forgive me", he leaned in, his eyes meeting yours.

The apology made you thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, you were glad he was atleast willing to meet you halfway. And you could tell it was not an act.

You gave him a small smile before taking a huge bite out of the cupcake, "Apology accepted"

He laughed, "Thank you. Really, thank you", he took your hands in his and squeezed lightly, relaxing his shoulders, "Also, you look really - different today"

"Good different or bad different?"

"Good different", he was back to fidgeting with the end of his tie.

***

Your compromise with Jongin had blossomed into friendship over the next three months. Biweekly coffee dates had paved way for daily dinner dates. Unless either of you had plans otherwise.

You loved spending evenings with your enemy-turned-housemate-turned-friend, though you would not be caught dead admitting it. Everyday you learned something new about each other.

"You can cook?", he squealed in delight over dinner one evening.

You sushed him, "Yeah, it's no big deal!"

"I want you to cook for me! Please?", he whined.

"Only if you promise to dance for me after", you countered.

"It's a deal"

***

You toiled all day in the kitchen to prepare the perfect meal for Jongin. Decorating the dinner table with candles, you laid out all the dishes and side dishes carefully in porcelain utensils. You had been looking forward to this evening for weeks now. Everything was set and ready. Except, your husband who was about twenty minutes late.

And unreachable.

Another hour passed as an endless cascade of terrible thoughts ran through your head. But his phone was dead and you didn't want to raise an alarm by calling your in-laws. You wanted to stay calm and be your own voice of reason - maybe he got caught up in a last minute meeting or maybe it's just traffic - but doing so was getting harder by the second.

With trembling fingers you first dialed his secretary who said he'd left work two hours ago.

How irresponsible could he be!

You were furious at his callous behaviour. Now, he'd left you with no other option. Grabbing your wallet, phone and car keys, you decided to drive to your in-laws.

Just as you opened the front door, you found Jongin slowly walking up the drive, leaving you stunned.

You wanted to grab him by the shoulders and yell at him. Instead, you stayed rooted to the spot as tears welled up in your eyes while waiting for him to enter the house.

You took two steps back as Jongin crossed the threshold. His tie was loose and the top three buttons of his shirt undone. He was reeking of alcohol.

"Care to explain?", you said as you fought back tears.

He stood in front of the dinner table, his back facing you and scoffed. Leaning forward and blew out all the candles.

"Jongin?", you whimpered.

"Is this what you want? This is what you've wanted all along right?", his voice was dangerously low. Yet his words somehow boomed in your ears.

"I don't know what you're trying to say", you were trying really hard to maintain an unwavering tone.

"She got married today. Found the love of her life! And here I am, stuck with you. This was your plan all along, wasn't it? You wanted me to forget her. You MADE ME FORGET HER!", his voice echoed in the room.

His words sapped the energy out of you.

You were boiling with rage and the only thing you wanted right now, was an out.

"Every second of every day I feel like I've been fed to the wolves and God knows, I've tried. I've tried so hard. And this is what I get for trying. I'm tired of being the other woman in my own marriage, Jongin. I'll come for my stuff tomorrow", you said to him before picking up your things and hurrying towards the door. As fast as your wobbly legs could carry you.

"No, no! STOP!", Jongin begged. And it broke your heart. You stopped at the door.

He slowly walked up to you. Stream of tears running down his cheeks and a look of sheer fright in his eyes, "No, please. Don't go", he sank to his knees and put his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach.

He started sobbing.

"Please don't go", he said between sniffles, "Please, I'm sorry - I'm sorry. Please don't leave me"

Whether love was pain itself, or the antidote, you could never tell. Heartbreak has a way of fooling people into thinking that they're getting better with time, effort and support. But the long road to recovery is often met with set backs. And you were not going to let heartbreak win this time, you were not going to let it cow you down.

Part Three

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yunhoway · 4 years

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By Your Side

Pairing(s): Reader(f) X Lucas, Reader(f) X Mingi

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 6.7k

Notes: this fic is dedicated to my favourite tumblr @mingless ily uwu

Time spent with Lucas was always hilarious. He cracks jokes at the most random moments, sex included. That's why the friends with benefits system worked, because he never makes it awkward between the two of you ㅡ at least that was what it used to be.

Lately, you spend more time with Mingi ㅡ a new employee working at your usual cafe. Mingi was in very need of a job initially, and the kind boss who you are acquainted with is willing to teach Mingi as long as the young man is determined to work diligently. And Mingi has proven his diligence to his employer ever since (even though Mr Jung is quite doubtful when it comes to Mingi making the coffee, especially since Mingi tends to be a little too energetic in his job). You are lucky to be served by Mingi during one of your study sessions in the cafe because Mingi has been so approachable to talk to despite his intimidating height.

"I don't get why we have to learn all these integrals when we probably won't use it in our lives." Mingi holds one of your worksheets as he sits opposite you in the cafe. There's no one else in the cafe except the two of you, so Mingi decides to annoy you a little when he notices you slowly nodding off.

You blink your eyes a few times upon hearing his deep voice. When you are greeted by the sight of Mingi beaming widely at you as he rests his chin on his palm, you breath hitches a little. You feel your cheeks warming up as you subconsciously touch them, earning a chuckle from the young man.

"Embarrassed for getting caught dozing off?" More like bashful for his sickeningly sweet smile.

Letting out a burst of sheepish laughter, you briefly look away from him as you rub your nape.

"Can't help falling asleep when you've been studying for the finals consecutively," you lightly remark, but Mingi's expression hardens instead.

"You still need to remember to take care of yourself, though. Find some time to de-stress in between your study sessions." He pauses. "Well... if you need a buddy to hang out with, you can always ask me."

Now it is Mingi's turn to be shy as he awkwardly clears his throat. You, on the other hand, find it endearing. Since Mingi has thrown you the invitation, you muster the courage to ask for his number.

"I will need your number then if I need to call my buddy." Mingi is quick to grab a pen from your table before writing his number down on your notes.

"I heard there'll be a carnival happening nearby! Maybe we can go together if you want!" Eyes gleaming in excitement, Mingi suggests.

"Ooo! When is it?"

"This Saturday! You'll come, right?" Your lips curve downwards.

"I'm sorry, Mingi..." you fidget with your fingers. "I don't think I'm able to make it."

"Oh." You notice his crestfallen expression, although he immediately forces a smile in the next second. "We can always hang out together next time!"

Just then, the bell chimes, signalling the arrival of a customer. It is also a signal for Mingi to get back to work as he soon rises from the seat. He waves at you before walking towards the counter to serve the customer.

You sigh. As much as you want to spend time with Mingi beyond this cafe, Saturdays are meant for Lucas. And you are already dreading the thought of going into his apartment this weekend.

~~~ "Y/N, your body's pretty tense right now," Lucas comments as he runs his hands over your naked self.

"It's just stress from the exams." That is partially true, but you know better than to lie.

Ever since you realised your crush on Mingi, you do not feel like continuing this friends-with-benefits with Lucas anymore. While you suspect that Lucas can call off this thing, you know he is going to ask the reason. What are you going to tell him then? Tell him that you have a crush on someone and you are thinking of forming a genuine relationship with Mingi? Lucas will be pissed, especially since he does not trust you with men after the countless heartbreaks you had experienced. Furthermore, he has vowed to protect you as a best friend should.

"Let's just forget about everything else and focus on our pleasures, yeah?" You barely register his voice.

"Yeah, Lucas. Make me forget about everything." Shoving your dilemma at the back of your mind, you devote your undivided attention to the man on top of you as you lie comfortably on your back.

"Alright." Lucas grabs the rope nearby. "Let me just tie you up a little bit before we get started."

He put your wrists together on top of your head before securing them together. Once he makes sure that your hands aren't tied together too tightly, he slaps your thigh, prompting you to open your legs.

"Why don't you strip? I can't be the only one naked here..." Although you get a clear view of his defined arms (and his pecs since the tank top he is wearing cannot even conceal them), you want more.

"Patience, angel." Your thighs are resting on his shoulders as Lucas places them. "Let me have a taste of you first."

With that, Lucas gives one full swipe of his tongue on your clit, causing you to shudder a little at the sensation. He eventually sucks on the bud of nerves, showing no mercy to it even as you thrash your body on the bed. Lucas makes sure that you do not move too much by firmly gripping on your hips using one of his hands. The other hand plays around with your labia before he inserts two of his fingers in your cunt, resulting you to close your legs together when you feel the cooling sensation inside you.

"What the fuck, Lucas?! Are you still wearing your rings?!" You look down, only to witness him staring at you back as he makes no attempt of removing his rings.

"Oh my, you're so wet that my rings are starting to loosen on my fingers." He smirks.

"Lucas, you better remove your rings or else—"

"Or else what, angel?" Removing your legs from him, Lucas then kneels on the bed as he takes out his rings to place on the bedside table. It is not long before his face is inches away from yours.

"You can't even do anything when you're tied up prettily for me." He starts to finger you at a faster pace while his thumb circles your clit roughly, in which you close your eyes as you feel your climax incoming. As he continues to abuse that sweet spot inside you, Lucas groans when he senses your pussy clenching on his fingers.

"Don't you dare close your eyes." Tilting your head towards his direction, Lucas ordered as he gazes at your eyes intensely. His hand slowly creeps to your neck before giving it a little squeeze.

"A-ah... fuck..." Raising your hips, you feel your orgasm washing over you while Lucas gives a final few thrusts before pulling out his fingers completely. You lie limply on the bed, but you know Lucas is not done with you yet as he takes off his tank top before he unbuckles his belt.

"Your pussy or your mouth?" Kneeling on the bed, Lucas strips off his pants and boxer together, leaving them bunched on his knees.

Without a word, you sit on the bed with your heels supporting your ass. Slowly, you lean forward as you open your mouth, ready to take his cock. You don't bother asking Lucas to remove the rope on your hands as you want to finish this quickly.

"Fuck..." Lucas curses as he feels your lips wrapping nicely around his cock. You run your tongue around his tip, spurring more of his groans as he bucks his hips forward. Still, it is not enough for him. Lucas eventually entangles his fingers in the strands of your hair as he forces you to take his whole member.

"Look at you, angel... taking my cock so well." He begins to quicken his pace, your cheeks hollowing to adjust with him. Your eyes tear up a little as you feel his tip touching your throat.

"Fuck... you're so pretty right now." His dick grows hard at the way you swallow him fully.

Releasing a deep moan, he cums in your throat, jerking a few times before removing his dick from your mouth. Some of his semen manage to drip from your lips, and Lucas spreads them using his tip. Noticing you looking unamused, Lucas eventually removes the rope from you, in which you massage your wrists almost immediately.

"Let me clean up for you."

With the towel in his hand, Lucas is ready to wipe you clean. However, you grab the towel from him as you start to clean yourself up, causing his hand to awkwardly hang in the for a moment.

"You should get yourself dressed," you remark, not making any eye contact with him. "You wouldn't want to be late for your shift."

Lucas brushes off your distant tone. Maybe she had a bad day. Yeah, that sounds plausible. As he browses through his wardrobe, he barely hears your farewell before you exit the room. When Lucas registers the sound of the door shut, he sighs.

"Did I do something wrong?" He finds it hard to dismiss the miserable feeling within him when you hardly spend time with him nowadays.

~~~ "Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice as you walk along the corridor of your campus. Turning around, you spot Mingi waving wildly before running towards you. You couldn't resist smiling as he enthusiastically approaches you.

"I didn't know you attend this campus!"

"Me neither!" Mingi exclaimed. "Since it's lunch right now, shall we eat together?"

Within a heartbeat, you agree before the two of you make your way to the canteen together. The corridor towards the dining area is packed. Even so, some mischievous students are running, and one of them manages to bump against you. You would have tripped if it was not for Mingi's quick reflex to pull you next to him.

"Kids..." he mutters under his breath before he goes to check on you. "Are you okay?"

Flustered, you find yourself staring at the intimate contact between you and Mingi. When Mingi notices where you are looking, he instantly let go of you, suddenly feeling shy about the contact.

"I'm sorry." His lips form a thin line as he swallows his saliva nervously. "But are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You internally cringe at your squeaky response, but Mingi pays no attention to it as his lips curl upwards when he is sure that you are not hurt.

The two of you manage to find an empty table despite the crowd. You have just placed your meal on the table before you notice two guys stealthily approaching Mingi from behind. The taller one gestures you to stay quiet before the other one grabs Mingi's shoulders by surprise, causing Mingi to yelp embarrassingly.

"Yah! Wooyoung-ah!" Mingi then witnesses your hearty laughter. He cannot deny that you resemble so much like an angel — your head is thrown back while you attempt to cover your mouth so that you do not laugh too loudly. Mingi wishes that you do not hide your laughter, for he wants to hear that melodious tune over and over again.

Both Wooyoung and Yunho notice their friend's awestruck expression, yet Wooyoung has the nerve to state the obvious in front of you.

"Who's this girl who makes you absolutely whipped for her?" Your eyes widen, while Mingi narrows his eyes at the shorter guy.

"I'm Y/N." You nervously chuckle.

"Oh, Y/N? Is this the same Y/N that you've been talking about every day?" Yunho's question doesn't help the situation either as Mingi faces his best friend with that are-you-serious look.

At least Yunho has the decency to realise his mistake as he covers his mouth with his hand. Excusing himself, Yunho pulls Wooyoung along to leave you and Mingi alone.

Wooyoung, being the little shit, looks back at you and Mingi before shouting, "Have fun with your lunch date!"

Sitting down almost immediately, Mingi covers his face with his large hands in embarrassment. You eventually sit down too, mirthfully chuckling as you witness how cute Mingi is acting right now.

"It isn't supposed to happen like this..." you heard Mingi mumbling to himself.

"What's not supposed to happen?" Mingi looks up, his hands still covering the lower part of his face. Too abashed to face you, he hides his face in his palms again as incoherent noises leave his lips.

Reaching out for his wrists, you slowly reveal his face while Mingi witnesses your sweet smile that is directed at him. This time, he doesn't hide again. Yet, he finds it hard to maintain eye contact with you without blushing profusely in front of you.

"You're cute."

Mingi swears he almost had a whiplash, considering how quick he looks at you. Upon noticing how you avoid his eyes while you fidget with your fingers, it finally dawns on Mingi that you are probably feeling the same way as he is currently. With that, he musters the courage to confess to you.

"To be honest, I really like you." Mingi pauses, eyeing on you for any sort of reaction. Biting your lower lip, you suppress the urge to smile too widely. Mingi clears his throat while he grins from ear to ear.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I do!" You exclaim, only to cover your mouth seconds later when you realise how loud it is. His eyes form crescent moons as he smiles adoringly, to the point where his gums are on display.

"Let's eat before our food turns cold." Mingi picks up his fork. "Then maybe we can have a date after this."

"I still have one more class after this though..." The young man pouts, not expecting your response.

"But..." you cheekily grin. "I can watch the lecture online instead."

His signature smile is back again, and you have to admit, you are falling deeper for this man every minute.

~~~ "I swear, Y/N, you don't look like you want to be here these days," Lucas remarks. "You know you can always talk to me about anything, right? Angel, I'm still your friend."

"I'm sorry..." Sighing, you lean against the headboard. "I'm just not feeling for it for the past few weeks."

"You should've told me. We can always do something else." Lucas sits beside you before he takes your hand to hold it.

"Lucas..." The man hums as he looks at you. Your eyes, however, are focused on the wall in front of you.

"What happens to this friends-with-benefits thing if either of us finds a significant other?"

"Wait a minute," he turns his body so that he's facing you, "you're dating someone right now?"

Mildly surprised by his reaction, you face him as well.

"I'm just saying what if," you reply, choosing not to reveal your relationship with Mingi just yet.

"First off, I want to know who you're dating with. I can't have you dating any random guy, considering how many times you cried in my arms for the number of heartbreaks you experienced."

"You're not my mom," you retort.

"Still, don't you remember those times when you cried for months following a break-up? You even refused to eat when I tried to force you. Do you know how worried I was?" You sigh, knowing that Lucas only speaks the truth.

"Anyway, I don't trust your instincts when it comes to choosing your partner."

"Hey!" You slap his bicep, offended by his comment. "How rude!"

"Yeah, I've said it." He raises both eyebrows, taunting you further. You roll your eyes in response.

"So... what do you want to do if you're not up for sex?" Lucas asks.

"Uhh..." you hesitate for a moment. "Can I just go back for today? There's an assignment that I have to submit by tonight."

Lucas can taste the bitter feeling at the tip of his tongue. Yet, he makes sure that his expression does not show as he forces a smile.

"Of course. We can always meet at another time."

Your phone suddenly lights up, signalling a notification coming through. Lucas swears he witnesses your bright smile even when you control your expression as you face your friend — and he feels more bitter while he bites the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah, see you next Saturday." After the door is closed, the apartment is still. Even though it is wrong to jump to conclusions, Lucas can feel you slowly drifting away from him.

~~~ Dates with Mingi are often sweet, for he always keeps a lookout on you even though he fails at being discreet. When you once stared at a plush toy for a little too long at the carnival, Mingi pulled you towards the booth before he played for you. Unfortunately, he did not manage to win the toy that you were eyeing on. Nevertheless, his action simply touched you, and you reassured him for the rest of the date when he pouted at the loss.

There was also another time when Mingi accompanied you on your way back home after having dinner together. The downtown was pretty crowded during that hour, so he made sure that you were by his side as he placed his hand on your hip. Your heart soared at his protective gesture. Looking up at him in adoration, Mingi also mirrored your expression before he pecked lightly on your forehead. You could not help giggling when you noticed his lips forming a thin line in an attempt to suppress his giddy smile.

For this evening, however, you decide to spend your time with Mingi at the privacy of his apartment. He invites you for a movie marathon over the phone when his roommate is going to be away for a few days as the latter returns to his hometown.

When Mingi hears the first knock, he quickly rushes to the door while he wears his t-shirt hastily. He smiles involuntarily when he opens to the door to reveal you with a bag filled with snacks. You barely enter his apartment when his towering figure embraces you tight.

"Mingi, I can't breathe!" You tap on his chest repeatedly before he eventually releases you. Even so, he cannot stop the little bounces on his feet when you finally visit his place.

"I miss you..." Mingi fakes a pout, holding your empty hand before swinging your arm in a cutesy manner. You fondly smile before giving his cheek a light pinch.

"Let's get ready for the movie marathon. You can pick the film while I get a bowl or something for the snacks."

Leaning your back against his chest, you naturally find yourself being in between his legs when the movie starts playing. With the bowl on your lap, you occasionally feed your boyfriend as his chin rests comfortably on your shoulder. The snacks are finished by the time the movie reaches the halfway mark. Wiping the grime on your hands with the wet tissue, you eventually lie down on the couch. Mingi joins you soon after as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Towards the end of the film, however, you feel the light kisses on your nape. You try to ignore it at first, but it eventually gets ticklish as you squirm your body.

"Stop it!" You playfully slap his hands which are on your tummy. "I'm trying to focus here."

Mingi whines, in which he eventually finds himself being contented with nuzzling against your exposed back for now as he takes in your familiar scent. When the credits roll in, you turn around to face your boyfriend who has his lips curl upwards for you.

"Shall we watch another movie?" You ask.

"I think maybe we should do other things..." Mingi then flips you, causing you to be on top of him, "...like kissing."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He doesn't waste a second more as he pulls you closer, letting his lips meeting yours. All this while, the two of you shared light kisses and pecks. The fact that he is kissing you wholly right now makes your adrenaline coursing through your nerves. Mingi takes the lead by lightly biting on your lower lip before he eventually slips his tongue in. Placing your hands at the side of his face, you moan upon feeling his wet muscle which is exploring your mouth. His deft fingers lift your shirt up a little, allowing his hands to touch your smooth skin at the small of your back. Fluttering your eyes close, you indulge in the feeling of your boyfriend's calloused fingers running through your skin. It is only when you feel him playing around with your waistband that your eyes are open wide, freezing as a result.

"What's wrong, baby?" Voice laces with concern, Mingi stops kissing you altogether as his hands are now on your back.

"Nothing..." You refuse to make eye contact with, focusing on his collarbone instead. However, Mingi senses how uncomfortable you are, and it only takes a matter of seconds before he realises the situation.

"I'm sorry for going beyond what we intend to do," Mingi apologises. "I should've asked you first."

"No, Mingi," you quickly interject. "It's just..."

Biting your lip, you risk a peek at him. You can only see his curious look on you as he waits for your response.

"I won't be mad at you if that's what you're worried about." Mingi affectionately rubs your back.

"Promise?" You know it is childish to make a pinky promise, but you need the full assurance from him before you can speak your mind. Thankfully, Mingi locks his pinky with yours.

"Before we started dating," you begin, "I have this friend of mine..."

You confess about your friends-with-benefits arrangement with Lucas, talking about how it came about and your recent activities with Lucas. Fiddling with your fingers, you do not make eye contact with Mingi throughout the confession — afraid that your courage will crumble if you were to notice his disappointment.

"But that's just it — no feelings between us. And I'm planning to stop this friends-with-benefits thing now that I'm dating you." You pause for a moment. "I just don't know how."

The silence that follows is unbearable for you, and when you finally look at Mingi, he has an unreadable expression on his face. Thinking that he is holding his anger, you mutter an apology before slowly getting away from him. However, Mingi pulls you back down, your face nearly colliding with his chest.

"Lucas from Track?" You nod. "And you don't have any feelings for him, right?"

You nod again. Soon, Mingi faintly smiles, causing you to blink your eyes for a few times. But then, his eyebrows furrow almost immediately.

"Even though I'm glad to know that you don't have feelings for Lucas, I want you to confront with him about it as soon as possible," Mingi states. "It's best to be straightforward to prevent any confusion."

You cannot stop yourself from crying as soon as he finishes his words. Flustered by your reaction, Mingi shakily wipes your tears away.

"Hey, what's wrong? I'm not mad at you, do you know that?" His soft voice only makes you sob harder.

Moving your body to lie on your side, Mingi ends up patting on your back as he lets you cry on his shoulder, wetting his t-shirt in the process. When you calm down after a few minutes, you slowly look up with your glistening eyes, causing Mingi to caress your head as his gentle eyes meet yours.

"I don't deserve you," you sniffle.

"Please don't say that." Mingi rests his forehead against yours. "And thank you for being honest with me. I really appreciate it."

"I hope you know that I'm hopelessly in love with."

Feeling bashful by his declaration, you shy away from his eye contact as you index finger traces empty circles on his chest. You stop drawing when you remember one more thing to address.

"I'm sorry for rejecting your advances earlier. I just don't feel comfortable doing it with you yet when I'm still having a complicated relationship with Lucas."

"I understand." Mingi pats on your back. "But can we still continue to kiss?"

"Hmm..." you cheekily tap your chin with your finger. "Now?"

"Every second, if possible."

That is how you and Mingi are engaged in another makeout session, knowing that nothing is stopping the two of you from loving each other.

"Lucas..." you speak once you enter his apartment in the next Saturday afternoon. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Sure. Wanna sit down?" His hand points to the couch.

"It's okay. I won't take long, and I won't be staying after this."

The creases on his forehead deepen. Nonetheless, he does not question you and waits for your announcement while crossing his arms.

"The thing is..." your hands fidget while your eyes are on them. "I want to stop this friends-with-benefits thing."

Upon realising the prolonged silence, you look up to notice his face voiding of emotions. You are about to ask him if he is okay when he starts to speak. "There's someone else, right?"

Your jaw goes slack, wondering why he asks that instead of 'why'. Still, you realise that you should not be too shocked when your intention to come here is to tell Lucas the truth.

"I'm dating Mingi now." Lucas then scoffs.

"Hey, what was that for?" You cannot help feeling annoyed by his reaction.

"I can't believe you're falling for another guy..." Lucas rolls his eyes, "...yet again."

Your eyebrows furrow. Lucas is not like this previously when you told him that you are dating someone. Even if he is unhappy with your choices, you feel that he is not the type to outright tell you about it — at least not when you first announce the news. You become even more confused when Lucas suddenly grabs your elbows firmly.

"What's so special about him, huh?!" He shakes your figure. "What does he have that I don't?!"

"Lucas, what—"

"Why can't you see that I'm in love with you?!"

You freeze in his hold. Never in your life did you expect him to say that. Does that mean he has been making love to you when you only see it as a simple fuck? The thought alone has you feeling the bile rising to your throat.

"Lucas, let me go." You attempt to remove his hands, but his grip on you only becomes stronger.

"No!" He shouts. "Tell me why you would choose him over me!"

"Lucas, it hurts..." Feeling his fingers pressing on your skin too hard, you whine.

"Why?! Why him?!"

"Lucas, stop!" Your cry catches him off-guard as he slowly lets you go. Blinded by the fury, Lucas fails to notice the tears that stream down your cheeks. Even your arms start to show signs of redness due to the harsh grip from him.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." Lucas tries to reach out, but you immediately stop him with your hand.

"Don't." Your breathing is unstable. "Don't you dare touch me."

Despite witnessing his helplessness, you do not let it affect you as you gradually walk backwards. When you finally feel the doorknob, you take a deep breath.

"Please leave me alone for now."

You never look back once you leave his apartment.

~~~ You do not know how long you have been shedding your tears, but you know it is long enough, judging by how the sun has already set by now. Despite your phone vibrating next to you countless times, you bury your face on your knees while you continue to cry at the corner of your room. You do not even bother looking up when someone barges in your room.

"Y/N, why didn't you—" Mingi stops mid-sentence upon registering your sniffles. He then strides towards you before kneeling in front of you.

"Babe..."

Mingi slowly lifts up your head, revealing your tear-streaked visage. Cradling your face like fine china, he wipes your tears away with his thumb. You cannot help but lean towards his comforting touch as he cups your face. Mingi soon let your head rest on his shoulder as he embraces your vulnerable figure.

"Shh..." he coos while rocking your body back and forth.

When your breathing finally becomes even, you slowly meet his worried eyes. Carrying you to sit on his lap, Mingi strokes the side of your head fondly as he waits for you to speak.

"I've talked to Lucas earlier..." Leaning your head against his shoulder, you play around with the collar of his shirt.

"Mhmm..." Mingi hums in acknowledgement.

"He didn't take it well." Your eyes naturally land on the bruises Lucas unintentionally left on you. Unfortunately, Mingi follows your line of sight and notice the little blue-black spots which decorate near your elbows.

"Did he do this to you?! I swear—"

"Please don't do anything to him," you plead. "He didn't mean to..."

Mingi huffs, not liking how you dismiss your injuries. Nevertheless, he carries you to your bed before going to the kitchen to retrieve some ice for your bruises. By the time he comes back, he notices the way your eyes are fluttering as you are slowly dozing off. Faintly smiling to himself, Mingi approaches your figure before sitting on the bed next to you. Slowly taking one of your arms, he gently dabs the cloth containing ice on your bruises repeatedly.

"I'll never forgive him for doing this to you," Mingi mutters under his breath, his words oblivious to you who has already fallen asleep.

~~~ Lucas frowns when he hears the consecutive knocks on his door. He is not expecting any visitors today — especially not from you, considering how bad the situation had turned out to be previously. Once he opens the door, he is immediately greeted with a punch on his face, causing him to stumble backwards due to the surprising attack.

"How dare you hurt Y/N!" Mingi strikes with his fist once more, which results in Lucas to surrender to the floor. Mingi then sits on top of the man's chest before bruising the latter multiple times with his knuckles.

"You." Punch.

"Don't." Punch.

"Deserve." Punch.

"Her!" Mingi swings his arm hard, leaving Lucas lying helplessly on the ground as blood seeps out from his busted lip.

"I know." Lucas chuckles hollowly before he looks at Mingi straight in the eye. "Are you happy now?"

"You—"

Mingi grabs the young man's collar harshly, releasing it a few seconds later when Mingi realise that there is no point wasting his energy on Lucas. Mingi eventually gets off from Lucas, straightening his outfit while doing so.

"I hope you're aware of how you're hurting Y/N. She doesn't deserve a friend like you." Mingi soon leaves the apartment.

Lucas doesn't need an awakening from Mingi to know that. Ever since the day you left his apartment, Lucas has never forgiven himself for his actions.

~~~ Maybe Mingi's sudden appearance does urge Lucas to do the right thing, for the latter is texting you a few hours later to achieve the closure which both you and him desire.

Lucas: can we talk?ㅣ

He immediately backspaces, thinking that it is better to address the issue face-to-face.

Lucas: can we meet up? i swear i won't take long

You are sitting on Mingi's lap when your phone lights up, displaying the notification on the screen. Your boyfriend whines when you reach out for your phone on the coffee table. Mingi even pulls you back as he rubs his cheek against your back.

"Mingi!" You giggle at his silly behaviour. "I need to get my phone!"

The man eventually loosens his hold around your waist, allowing you to retrieve your phone before unlocking your phone. Your smile drops when you realise the sender of the message.

"What's wrong, babe?" Noticing how quiet you suddenly become, Mingi puts his chin on your shoulder before he glances on the message.

"What does he want from you again?!"

"Relax." You place your hand on top of his. "Let me reply to his message first and see where this will lead to."

Y/N: for what, lucas?

Y/N: to hurt me again?

It's barely half a minute before another message is sent in.

Lucas: i want to apologise. and fix our friendship

Lucas: if you allow me, of course

You purse your lips. Deep down, you want to forgive your friend. However, you are afraid that he will hurt you once again. Mingi notes your perplexed state as he embraces you tighter.

"You can always count on me to help." You sigh, leaning your back against Mingi's chest while your phone is on the couch.

"Is it too early to forgive him?" Your bottom lip juts out as you look up at your boyfriend.

Mingi absentmindedly caresses your skin with his thumb as he ponders over your question.

"It's never too early or too late for anything. As long as you're ready to forgive him, I'll be here to support you." Mingi then pauses for a moment. "But if he's planning to meet you, can it be at the cafe? At least I'm there to protect you if anything happens."

Nodding your head, you soon text Lucas the address before putting the phone aside. Now, all that is left is the closure you are seeking after.

~~~

"What happened to your face?!"

Thank goodness there are no customers at the moment because your exclamation would have attracted unwanted attention as your friend enters the cafe with battered bruises. Although Lucas glances at Mingi for less than a second, you connect the dots relatively quickly before you shoot your boyfriend a sharp look which has Mingi avoiding your eye contact, busying himself at the counter.

"It's fine, really." Lucas waves it off dismissively. "I totally deserve it."

"But still..." you trail off. Even though Lucas has hurt you, he is still your friend who you care about.

Lucas does not seem to catch your words as he takes a seat. When the two of you have finally settled down, Mingi serves the drinks at your table before retreating back to the counter.

"You still remember my favourite drink," Lucas mutters as he stared at the beverage in front of him.

"Of course I do," you say with confidence. "You're my best friend, after all."

When his eyes are on you, there is no hint of hatred in you as you look at him with kind eyes. Even so, Lucas does not want to take advantage of your caring nature as he clears his throat.

"I'm sorry," Lucas begins. "I'm sorry for causing the rift in our friendship."

He bites his lower lip, focusing on his fidgeting fingers which are resting on the table as he gathers his thoughts.

"I'm indeed in love with you all this while... but I never mention it because I don't want us to be awkward." He then sighs. "Now look where we are right now. The confession wasn't supposed to happen."

You give him a skewed frown, disliking how your friendship has turned out to be. You have often relied on Lucas, and now that you think about it, he rarely asks much from you even after years of knowing each other. It pains you that you cannot return his feelings when Lucas has been giving his all for you.

"I'm sorry about that too." Lucas points at the faded bruises on your arm as you sip your drink. "It was never my intention to hurt you."

Placing the cup down, your eyes momentarily land on the marks before your lips grow thin.

"You didn't just hurt me physically, Lucas..." you almost tear up when you recall that incident in his apartment.

"I know... I disappoint you badly."

Wiping the cups dry, Mingi notices the way you and Lucas hunch your backs as the two of you look down on the table. Although Mingi is not really fond of Lucas, the Mingi knows how much Lucas means to you. As much as Mingi wants to find out how the talk turns out, a newly arrived customer makes her way to the counter.

"He seems like a nice guy." The bell catches your friend's attention as he watches Mingi attending to the customer. "I'm glad that he can love you the way you deserve."

"Mingi is just..." you sigh, gazing at your boyfriend lovingly as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. Lucas notices the soft smile which graces your lips when Mingi briefly makes eye contact with you. Maybe you have finally found your Mr Right after all, Lucas thinks.

"I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow — probably going to stay there for good." You whip your head, quickly facing Lucas upon hearing the unexpected announcement. You cannot even comment when Lucas has opened his mouth first.

"It's okay if you aren't ready to accept my apology. I'll probably be using my time in Hong Kong to reflect while helping the family business, you know."

You can sense how remorseful Lucas is. Reaching out for his hand, you hold on to him as your lips curl upwards.

"People make mistakes, Lucas. And I'm willing to forgive you because you're my best friend — and I know you regret your actions." Your thumb strokes the back of his hand. "But do you really have to go?"

For the first time on that day, Lucas forms a genuine smile.

"Missing me already?" He jokes. "You can still call me, angel."

"Besides, I need my alone time to sort out these feelings." He chuckles dryly.

Rising from his seat, you stand up as well before standing in front of Lucas. He has a melancholic smile on his face as he gazes at you for the last time.

"Can I have a hug?" His arms are wide open. Of course, you do not reject his invitation as you lunge yourself into his embrace.

"I'm going to miss you, buddy," you confess.

"I'm going to miss you too, angel." Lucas pats your back as he takes in your familiar scent for the last time.

When Lucas pulls away from the embrace, he notices Mingi approaching the two of you before the latter snakes his arm to hug you by the side. Lucas faintly smiles, knowing that you are in good hands.

"Well, I better get going then. Need to do all that packing, you see." Lucas waves goodbye. "See you soon, I guess."

As Lucas walks out of the cafe, you continue to watch him while he makes his way to the bus stop opposite the street. Mingi is back hugging you throughout, snuggling your figure as he follows your line of sight.

"So... are you guys okay now?"

"Yeah..." you turn around to face him, arms now wrapped around his neck. "Thanks, Mingi. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you."

"Pshh..." Mingi brushes off your compliment. "It's you who made the call."

"Still, I wouldn't have the courage to do that without you." Affectionately, your nose rubs against his as you beam in his arms.

"Alright then, baby. Since you owe me, come help me with the cleaning."

"Hey!" You pout. "That's not how it's supposed to be! Now let me go!"

"Never!"

Mingi carries you, causing a euphoric squeal to leave your lips as you tap on his shoulders, requesting him to release you. Your boyfriend, however, decides to spin you around, making you shriek further. At the other side of the road, Lucas has a clear view of the lovebirds being in their own world. Smiling to himself, he only wishes you and Mingi happiness. As for Lucas, he is slowly accepting the situation that he can only be your best friend — and nothing more.

Even so, Lucas knows that he will not be the one who is going to stay by your side anymore. FIN

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Bad Blood (Covert Love Chapter 11)

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