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fiction-in-my-blood · 5 years ago

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Obey Me! Characters x Horny GN!MC HC (NFSW)

This includes all brothers and undateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Soloman, and Simeon) I think I got a little carried away with Barbatos’ but, hey, its still a good read haha

Warnings: Just straight up Not Safe For Work, a lot of mentions of rough sex, edging in Barbatos’ HC, references to open relationships in Asmo’s and Diavolo’s, Lucifer’s is a lil angsty.

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Lucifer:

More than happy to accomodate you at any time of the day, but you’ll have to hold off when he’s particularly busy at the end of the month when the bills need to be sorted.

(Maybe encourage Mammon to hold off a bit on the big spending so he isn’t too stressed)

And, if he does get overrun with work pushed on him by the student council or Diavolo, tease him but accidentally letting it slip you’ll just have to go to Mamo or Asmo to complain, seeing as he can’t pleasure you right now.

He’ll definitely be invigorated to recover the pride he drastically lost even by the insinuation you’d go off spouting nonsense like that.

“I promise I’ve been good ~.”

“Their names wouldn’t even be on you mind if you were.”

You’ll be satisfied especially when he’s stressed, pounding all his frustrations into you, his demon strength pushing your head further and further into his pillows. That is if you make it to the bed.

When he does have the time, however, and you’re particularly needy, he’ll tease you to no end, not touching you until he can’t hold himself back anymore.

And, being overly sexual doesn’t mean rough all the live long day.

He likes to take it slow most of the time, not just teasing you, but engraining your body into his mind.

Because somewhere, deep in the self-sabatarging part of his brain, he remembers you’re mortal and he isn’t.

He’s going to live longer than you are, he could already be your eldest ancestor, so that thought it always in the back of his head as his face is burrowed in you neck, taking you in every sense of the word. By smell, touch, taste, hearing your moans of his name, watching your face screw up in pleasure and resting next to him after a specifically sensual love making session.

Mammon:

Won’t notice that its sex that you want at first, taking you to shop with him countless time when you’ve said your bored and wanted to have a lil fun~.

When he does realise, however, good god how can you have some much blood at two end of your body? Rock hard and a blushing mess at you on your knees in your room, just home from RAD, pushing him on the bed and almost swallowing him whole right there.

His face is bright red listening to Satan and Asmo tease him- you had ranted to them countless times that Mamo was completely oblivious and you were worried to spell it out for him.

But now, he’s just as needy as you, if not more. He is the Avatar of Greed, after all.

Don’t worry though, even if he is clueless when it comes to you, he’s had his fair share of sexual payback deals, so he’s got thousands of years of experience. Witches have used his body like a piece of meat time and time again.

Well, now he’s not just greedy for money. You’ll be lucky to ever sleep in your own bed again.

Might roleplay a prostitute and pimp, stripper and client, secretary and CEO, whatever situation that would possibly allow one of you to hand the other money.

Both of you swap, but Mamo, being greedy, enjoys it more when you top, doing most of the work. Won’t admit that though.

He relishes in the feeling of your thighs bouncing up and down on his hips, weight draped over his as you kiss him with so much pressure you might just be able to make diamonds.

Leviathan:

Too busy playing games, watching anime and boasting about his collection to think that you came to his room for any other reason.

Gets the idea when you sit on his lap, though, mid-speech about Henry and the Lord of Shadow’s latest exploits, grinding against him and grinding his words to a halt.

Although momentarily caught off guard, blushing as he stammers out an apology for not noticing sooner, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into endless amounts of bliss.

The boy has a few tricks from harem games he’s played, lets not play ourselves.

He will ignore you when there’s a new release, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use him however you like.

Sucking him off from under his desk as he struggles to concentrate on what’s going on onscreen, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as his friends’ voices echo through the headset.

He will get a little annoyed, you did ruin his 20 Kill/Death ratio, but a sensual plea for his cock to bury deep inside you and he’ll be willing to forgive you.

That is if you acquire this figurine he’s been looking into buying but can’t afford because Mammon borrowed money from him again. This time without asking.

Satan:

Some say makeup sex is the best kind of sex. Well, how about sprawled over ancient texts, forgetting to lock the libray door sex?

It can be hard to get him to put down the books and stop watching the dramas, especially when a PSA for an animal charity comes on, but, when you do... Honey.

There’s a lot of risk to being needy with Satan.

Sure, he’s happy to make you happy, but if you intend of fucking him out of his private time when he’s particularly engrossed in an book, please don’t push it. Unless you wanna get rammed from behind in the hallway outside the dining hall while he’s in demon form.

Sometimes, even with a pride that could rival Lucifer’s, Satan just can’t get off- which makes him a little pissy. Don’t worry, though, you can make him feel better by putting on a show, playing with yourself until your screaming his name. Then he’s harder than should be physically possible.

If there’s a sex scene on one of his detective shows, he’ll complain about how needless it is to the storyline, he has already realised who the killer is.

But, when he notices you haven’t said a word on the subject and are moving onto his lap, grinding on his thigh, blocking his view of the lewd, but short, scene, he couldn’t be happier about the character’s relationship development.

He will be rewinding when you’re done, though. You missed about three episodes because of that scene.

Asmodeus:

If he isn’t the Avatar of Lust, you sure as hell might be.

Even before you got together, it was incredibly difficult to resist him. And not just because of his devilish powers.

The horny gremlin could hardly keep it in his pants before you dated, but now. Luv, get ready.

He likes to dress you in whatever sexy outfit there is. Whether its a full blown nurse outfit or the smallest lingerie going, you’re both happy to try anything.

You tried a nun’s outfit one time and, coincidentally, almost got caught by one of the angels. You had been experimenting in the library of Purgatory Hall, so it’s only you’re fault, but it was still a very, very close call.

He’ll never leave you hanging, you’ll definitely have more than five orgasms a round, but he’ll have twice as many.

He might ask if you want to include another person, and you might agree, depending on your openness to sexuality, but he’s not going to make you feel let out.

You’ll feel like a royal, more important than Diavolo, ravished from all side, just by him. If you did include anyone else, they’d be lucky to even get their hands on you.

There will be times when, just so they could sleep, Lucifer will enforce a ban on how far you can go. You’re a screamer and he’s a moaner, and all the brother have had enough nightmares as it is.

They’ll go as far as put a chastity belt on him, locking him in his room and sending you to stay with the angels for a couple days so they can have some peace and quiet during the night.

But, when you come together again, Asmo’s cock still locked away, he’ll go full demon-mode, form and all, fingering and licking you like no other time before.

Jokingly asks if you defiled the angels without him, you joke that you did. You never thought Asmo would be so openly jealous, but that look then was almost as scary as Satan. If it didn’t turn you on so much, it would be.

Beelzebub:

He’s not dumb.

Watching you jump on the counter, flirtatously crossing one leg over the other as he has his late late night snack, comments about how well he eats.

What that tongue do tho?!

It’s become customary for you two to meet up in the kitchen on his nightly visit, letting him eat all the food he wants before he buries his face in you right there and then.

Never have you been happier to have a gluttonous, demon boyfriend.

He’s just as horny as you are, eager to taste you at any given moment.

And he’s not secretive about it.

At first, he would just walk up to you as you talked with his brothers or the angels, asking you if you wanted to use this whipped cream you introduced him to from a care package you got from home a month ago.

“It’s just whip cream, Beel. From the can.” You correct him before excitedly agreeing.

Because of this, Asmo’s asked to join in a few too many times for it to be a teasing joke anymore.

Now, after you tell him he might break Mamo if he asked you to ride his face because he was hungry as school again, he’ll whisper in your ear how much he wants you. It’s not much less obvious, but at least everyone doesn’t know the specifics of your sex lives anymore.

Belphegor:

Honey, he may be asleep half the time you are together, but fuck if he doesn’t know how to treat you well.

He’s surprisingly perceptive so, when you take him to the attic, mentioning how far away it is from all his brothers, meaning it’ll be harder for them to hear the two of you, he does chuckle at your not so indirect way of telling him you want him.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s going to make you work for it. Although, not in a way similar to Lucifer.

He’ll finger you to the edge, give you oral until you just about to topple over, have you ride him and then rip you off his lap the second he feels that slight tightening around his cock, thoroughly enjoy that broken, teary-eyed expression everytime you cry his name in annoyance.

But, if you can muster enough strength, and he hasn’t fucked it all out of you yet, you could wrap your legs around his waist, making him make you cum when you’ve reached your limit.

You’ll be severely punished, covered in delicious brusies, but it’ll all be worth it.

Diavolo:

At first, he jokes about your obvious, desperate advances.

Like, seriously, how can a human have so much energy?

He finds it cute when you pout because he’s busy.

When he has to make diplomatic trips, his D.D.D is ringing every other hour.

“MC, I love you. With all my heart. But I don’t think God will appreciate me listening to you cum in our meetings.”

Not to mention the amount of times Lucifer and Barbatos have walked in on you going at it on the throne (which is your favourite place to do it, as of late).

You honestly couldn’t care less. Demons are allowed to be horny sex fiends, why can’t you?

Diavolo never thought he could meet his match, but you, this human that stole his heart, might just have worn him out.

However, what gets him every single time? You whispering in his ear as he’s discussing important matters of Devildom with Lucifer, his smirk making the eldest brother blush because he knows, and can probably hear, the plans you’re nibbling into Diavolo’s ear.

All the positions, all the memories you wanted to recreate, all the sweet cries of pleasure.

You might as well be humping his leg.

“Oh, and Luci, did you want to join?”

Barbatos:

Doesn’t react much in public.

Or at all, really.

He does represent Diavolo in everything he does, so it’s not like he can go around with hickies covering his visible skin.

You do try to rein it in for him, you respect his dedicaion for the future king of Devildom, he shows you a fraction of that same dedication and you’re on cloud nine, but it does get in the way sometimes.

For example, you could be in the middle of getting dicked down, the first time all week and it was WEDNESDAY, and Barbatos stands up straight, pulling right out of you, leaving to attend to whatever need Diavolo might have without another thought to you.

This had happened a few times now and you were tired of being blue-balled.

You had to go to the source.

“Diavolo!”

Eyes practically alight with rage, you stormed right into Lucifer’s office, where you knew the two would be.

Mammon had seen you in all your radiant, disheveled desire turned furious and you demanded he tell you exactly where the prince was, even if he didn’t know in that minute.

This fiasco was ending.

Today.

Lucifer was angry with your casual referral to such a high-standing demon, but Diavolo brushed it off because you were you. You were the human he found so endearing, wanted to learn more about. And you were Barbatos’ partner.

“Stop calling Barbatos at night! Better yet, give him the weekend. I can’t do it anymore! I’m going crazy here with all this edging! I haven’t cum in a month!!!”

The words slipped from your lips without you caring, Lucifer’s frown lifting into a smirk as he smelt and sensed the need for sex all over you. Diavolo laughed at how utterly needy you were, nodding when he noticed you glaring.

“I swear, on all of Devildom, Barbatos is all yours when the sun sets.”

That night, you pulled out all the stops.

Candles, blankets, boxes upon boxes of condoms, lube, his favourite food, and your sexiest lingerie. There was no way you weren’t getting laid tonight. You were going to make it that you couldn’t walk tomorrow, no. matter. what.

Barbatos enjoyed his dinner with you, which was unusually tame compared to how you normally were. You were still a little angry about last night, when you were a thrust away from finishing when, apparently, Diavolo needed help and Barbatos lifted you off him and redid his pant buttons like nothing had happened.

However, after all the delectable food, the show really began.

A strip tease. A blowjob. He even finished you off once with his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. You had been so close too many times. You were cumming on that dick if it was the last thing you ever did in Devildom.

“Oh, I think Dia-.”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that name.”

You gritted your teeth, clamping your hand over his mouth to shush any attempt to leave you hanging here. Literally.

He was standing, holding you up by the thighs as you bounced on his cock, sweat coating both of you and breathing mixing as you tried to kiss but couldn’t manage the absence of oxygen for less than a second.

A muffled sound of confusion came from him as his grip on your ass loosened, but you wrapped your legs tighter around him so there was no way he could escape.

“I need to cum with you, Barbatos. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Your voice croaked, tears of desperation filling your eyes, and that was all it took to send him into hyperdrive.

You were pushed against the walls with a heavy thud, hitting your head at the force, and it would have hurt it you weren’t suffering from such mind-blowing pleasure.

It’s safe to say, you were never going to be edged like that ever again.

Solomon:

It doesn’t take magic to see the hints you’re throwing at him.

Bending over in the halloween costume you ordered off of Akuzon, making sure it was way too small before you hit checkout. You got a Pigwart’s uniform, saying that you must have accidentally bought the kids version, but there is no way in Devildom a skimpy cropped shirt and the shortest, most curve-hugging shorts would be a kids costume.

You don’t make it to that year’s RAD Halloween party, but Soloman promises to bring you back to Devildom for next year’s.

That is if you can make it in the sexy witch costume you were already planning.

Your relationship had first developed when he gave you tips on how to survive as a human in a world of angels and demons, but now he’s giving you tips on how to give him head better.

Not that you need it, he just likes to order you around.

Simeon:

He knows, but he doesn’t act on your overly sexual nature.

It breaks him to watch you beg, so the second you’re making advances, he swallows his embarrassment to pleasure you, reminding himself to pray extra, extra hard that same night.

You’re the one to initiate most of your encounters, running your hands up his arms, poking your fingers under his shirt through the shoulder cuts.

There’s this one song you’ve been listening to lately. A very sexy song. One recommended to you by Asmodeus. You can’t help dancing around whenever its on, feeling yourself like you are that bitch.

One time you get out of the shower, think fuck it, drop your towel and start the routine you’ve basically got planned out by now. Rolling around on the floor, sticking your ass up, flipping your hair and shaking your thighs so you butt jiggles.

You were so wrapped up in yourself you don’t notice Simeon sitting at the small desk you usually use for school work, mouth open agape as you give him to most sinful show he’s every seen.

He had come to help you study, but...

Since when have humans been able to move so elegantly?

He thought you looked like an angel, but the way your sex is reveal to him as you part your legs at one point, there is no God that could approve of what thoughts were running through his head.

Even though you had fun, you were panting by the end of it, laying on your fluffly carpet and snuggling your face against the comfort as you laugh at yourself.

That is until you feel the pressure over you as your wrists are pinned above your head.

“I’m going to hell for this.”

“Love, you’re already here.”

#obey me!#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me smut #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos

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phantoms-lair · 5 years ago

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Freaking Out 7

We are completely off the rails here folks

Dexter awoke to the smell of chocolate. It took him a moment to collect himself enough to take in his surroundings. He was in a home he didn’t recognize. It was well kept, but the walls were decorated with what looked like childish drawings, with popsicle stick and playdough crafts decorating the walls and shelves.

As he was looking around an older man with bushy eyebrows who looked so achingly familiar came in with two steaming mugs.

“You’re awake.” He said with a small half grin and again Dexter was struck with the feeling he knew him, even if he couldn’t place him.

The man handed him a mug filled with Hot Cocoa. “You weren’t feeling cold, so you couldn’t have been out there for long, but I figured you might want a warm drink anyway.”

“Thank you, sir.” Dexter accepted the mug.

“It’s the least I can do for one of my old students.”

And then it clicked. “Mr. Cosgrove? You shrunk!”

The man chuckled dryly. “I think it’s more likely you’ve grown since kindergarten, Dexter.”

Dexter flushed and took a large gulp of his cocoa to hide it. He was barely knee-height to the man when he’d been in Mr. Cosgrove’s class and always remembered him as a kind but looming man. Now Dexter was fairly sure he was the taller of the two.

The man took a sip of his own drink, his cheer seeming to fade. “Dexter are you okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Dexter answered a bit too quickly. He had no idea how to explain how his day had gone.

Cosgrove’s expression was stern now. “Kid, I found you unconscious in the snow on Christmas day looking like you’d been crying, not to mention you were so tired you barely stirred when I picked you up.”

The only reason he hadn’t taken Dexter to a hospital was he wasn’t in danger of hypothermia and said hospital would have contacted his parents.

Cosgrove had...suspicions about how the Douglas’s treated their youngest. It was more than obvious they favored their oldest son. Duncan had been allowed to run wild while quiet Dexter was treated just more sternly. Suspicions of that smile that was always on Debbie Douglas’s face that haunted him to this day.

Suspicions that he had been told weren’t enough to act on.

“Are you having trouble at home?” Cosgrove asked seriously. Dexter suppressed the urge to laugh bitterly. He didn’t even know if he had a home anymore. Gutierrez knew where his house was, and he had no idea if his parents and brother were alive or dead. Even if he survived, how long would it be for? Roddy was probably already dead and-

“Cut that out.”

It was a near automatic response that broke Dexter’s thought’s. “Sir?”

“I can see you chasing your own thoughts down a deep hole.” Cosgrove explained. “And that won’t do you any good. I know you haven’t been my student for a while, but I’m still here if you need me.” It felt like there were too many thoughts churning in his brain. But there was one undeniable fact. Dexter needed help, even if it wasn’t the kind Mr. Cosgrove was thinking of. It was at this moment his phone dinged.

Lad, Gutierrrez lied, your family is here. They’re being held in the basement. He hasn’t harmed them yet, likely to use as leverage when he finds us. I’ll do what I can

Roddy was still alive but he and his family were trapped in the enemy stronghold. He couldn’t go back there, but he couldn’t just leave them to die! Should he risk the police anyway? Would they even believe him? Dexter took a deep breath. “Sir, can I ask you a hypothetical question?”

“Only if you’re okay with a hypothetical answer.” Cosgrove half joked.

“If someone you knew was in trouble, really serious trouble, how far would you go to help them?”

“As far as I needed to.” Cosgrove answered without hesitation.

“Even if it wasn’t someone you were especially close to? Or if helping would be dangerous for you?” Dexter pressed.

“Even then. Do you know why I became a teacher?” Dexter shook his head. “Because I always wanted to help people. I grew up on stories of superheroes that would save people and give everyone hope. Of course, you can’t grow up to be a superhero, so I became a teacher.” “Teacher was your first choice in how to be a hero?” Dexter questioned.

“Not my first, I admit. But the best one I found. ” Cosgrove clarified. “So if someone needed my help, no matter what, I’d be there. But that’s just me.”

Dexter wished he could have that resolve. But he didn’t know what he could do without being killed. It wasn’t like he was a super hero or anything.

Aren’t you? A small voice said. Dexter wasn’t sure if it was his conscious or Crazy-him. Look at what you’ve done today

Okay point, but he had no clue how to do any of that stuff, even if Crazy Dexter seemed adept at it. But could he trust Crazy Dexter? Yeah, as weird as it was to say. Crazy Dexter didn’t hurt anyone who didn’t hurt him first and willingly gave control back to him when he thought Sane Dexter could help.

It was the only hope he had anyway.

Hey Crazy me, can you come out? No, of course that would be too easy. He needed to stress his mind. Web pages about stressors popped in his head and instead of trying to block it out followed the rabbit hole down. Top Ten Causes of Stress. Stress Symptoms: Physical Effects of Stress on the Body. How to Best React When You're Feeling Stressed Beyond Belief.

“Dexter, are you okay?” He heard Mr. Cosgrove’s concerned voice.

“I’m trying not to be. I need to push my mind to it’s limits to freak out.”

Cosgrove watched as Dexter’s eyes snapped open, but they didn’t look the same at all.

“Alright, superhero time!” Dexter jumped up and changed, becoming bigger and blue. “Okay, need a more superhero-y outfit.” he snapped his fingers and Dexter’s shirt, shorts, and jacket were replaced with a red one-piece jumpsuit with white gloves and boots.

“Now I’ll return to Apex Computers and rescue my family and Roddy. Nothing will stand in my way! Oh and thanks for cocoa Mr. Cosgrove, nice seeing you again.” He ran off in a flash of lightning before waiting for a response.

It took Cosgrove a moment to process what he’d just seen. Then he stood up and grabbed his coat and hat.

He had not a clue what was going on, but he told Dexter he’d help no matter what and that’s what he intended to do.

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So I love Cosgrove. I really do. But sitting down to write this, the idea of ‘best buddy cop’ did not sit well given what’s going on right now. I mentioned it to some people on discord and we workshopped it.

I went with teacher, specifically Kindergarten Teacher, for two reasons. The first is it makes him someone Dexter already has a tenuous bond of trust with. Between his non existent social life and his family, teacher are prolly where a majority of the positive feedback in his life came from, Likewise Cosgrove would be predisposed to want to help.

The other reason is it means professionally Cosgrove is used to dealing with kids who mean well, but follow their own logic and don’t have much of an attention span. This makes him better equipped to work with Freakazoid than most others. (Roddy wants the best for him, no doubt, but he’s not the most patient man and dealing with Freakazoid is exhausting for him.)

Side note, it wasn’t till I was writing this that I realized how much Dexter trusts Freakazoid. Like, everytime he transforms he’s putting his very existence in Freakazoid’s hands.

#Freakazoid #Freaking Out #Ghost Writing

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greyknm · 6 years ago

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Let's Date | 데이트하자

Kim Namjoon/RM fic

Smut/Fluff/Idols!au

☁summary: You and Namjoon go on a Korean Show called "Let's Date|데이트하자" where they get two idols to go on a fake date for a day. Feelings stay attached to one another after the end of filming.

"I don't even know the first thing to do, say or wear on a date!" You've been complaining about the inventation to the show ever since your manager came with the news. You were going to decline the offer until Bang PD said that it would give you more exposure to the public. With you being the newest act in BigHit that's a girl, things would be harder for you. Trying to be better than the senior- now disbanded group GLAM, BigHit's first girl group, and trying to keep a clean slate. You've stated many reasons on why THIS show in particular is not the best for exposure but, with all your hard work trying to convince, it didn't work. Now you're on the set where you meet your stranger idol- soon to be fake boyfriend.

You're complaining to the stylist as you watch her try to figure out what you should wear. She takes a black dress with red cherries splattered over it. You immediately shake your head no. "No way that you think I'm going to wear a dress!" The stylist looks at you in annoyance and sighs. "It's just for one day. It won't kill you. And you're wearing these black heels with it." You do a little tantrum in your chair. "Unnie, please don't make me. You know I don't do that....girly stuff and showing legs. NO." Her eyes go wide. "Don't tell me you don't have them shaved!" You pout your lips. "I do..." Then a big smile spread on her face. "Then you're wearing it. No ands, ifs or buts." She hands you the clothing items and you get up reluctantly going to change.

You come out with the choosen outfit and everyone applauds and awws at you. Maybe to make you feel better about the fit or to make you more annoyed. You shake your head and head to a seat where they can finish your make up and hair.

You filmed your introduction- greeting, who you were and what company you came from. Then you had to go to this rotary thing on the floor. It would rotate to this wall that lifts up and reveals your partner for the day.

The filming starts and the wall rises. Your eyes grow big and you cover your mouth. Who you see was surprising and relieving. Kim Namjoon.

You bowed to Namjoon and he did the same.

The crew stranded you two in the middle of Gangnam. The objective of the show is for the couple to find things to do on their own.

"What should we do newly found girlfriend?" Namjoon asks putting his arm around your shoulder as you continue to walk. You give him a side glare. "Hhmmm...no clue."

"What? So we walk around Gangnam mindlessly for some hours?"

"If that's what you want...then we can." You respond to his sarcastic question. That's one thing about Namjoon that always ticked you. Whenever you guys got the chance to speak, if you do or say something that ticks him off he doesn't get mad. Oh no, he never gets mad he just lets his passive agressiveness show. And you're not slow to catch on. Everytime he does it, it annoys you. So him being sarcastic will not help.

A colorful sign on a building catches your attention. You squint your eyes to see what it says. It's an aquarium. You let out the biggest gasp. Namjoon quirks an eyebrow at you. You sqeal and hit Namjoon with excitement.

"What?! What?!" He asks confused as ever.

"Look look! An aquarium! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO GO TO ONE FOREVER BUT NEVER HAD THE TIME! PLEASE PLEASSSE CAN WE GO!"

He looks at the sign contemplating. "And see sea animals confined in boxes and not free? No chance." You slump your shoulders in disappointment. Then you hop back up when a special animal came in mind. "crabs."

"What?"

"The aquarium has crabs. You can go see the crabs, Joonie."

It seems like he paused for a moment when you called him Joonie.

"Did you call me...Joonie?" He asks with a small smile forming on his lips.

"...yes." You replay what you said and it hit you that you did in fact call Namjoon, Joonie. Mental face palm.

"Joon! Aquarium! Crabs! Pleasssse!"

"Ok! For the crabs." He sighs.

"Wow. For the crabs and not me." You pout in fake hurt.

He turns his head to the side and sighs. He bends down grabbing your face and kisses your forehead. "AND for you baby." He leans away from you with a smirk. You stand there shocked and trying not to smile. You shake your head and go back to thinking about the aquarium. You grab Namjoon's hand and rush to the aquarium. "Come on!"

You guys entered the aquarium and gawked at all the animals of the sea. You go around pointing to all the things you can point at. Your excitement made Namjoon laugh. You made it seem like it was the first time you've ever been to an aquarium. You took alot of pictures with Namjoon and, without him and took pictures for him.

You went to the snake exhibit, holding Namjoon's arm because you were scared that they could pounce out of the glass somehow and attack. "I've always wondered how a snake so small can take in something so big. Something so small taking in something so big."

"Ya know, you can always find out yourself." You look up at him confused. Does he want you to try and get eaten by a snake? He looks down at you and smirk. Then what he means hits you. You elbow his side hard making him grab his side and groan. Pervert. You walk away from him. "That hurt by the way!" He shouted towards you. You kept walking. "I'm going to the gift shop!" Is all you respond with.

You guys head to the strip of stores and go to what seems like every single store. One thing that's good about Namjoon is that he likes shopping so, no moaning about how he doesn't want to be there. Both of you try on different styles of clothes and laugh when one of you looked absolutely ridiculous. Namjoon ended up buying two matching jackets because it was getting late and it was going to get cold soon.

"Ahh. I'm hungry." You expressed your hunger, poking your stomach.

"Hmmm...we should get some food and sit out on the field and watch the boats pass by in the river." Joon suggested.

"Seems like you had that one planned out." You laugh. Joon wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours. "Nah..just something...romantic." he laughs and walks away from you. You sigh and follow him.

Joon buys some food and a blanket to place on the grass when you go to sit down. You guys play with the food seeing who can catch it with their mouths and who's chopstick skills are the best. You take a break from the food to watch people. A little boy walks up to you guys and just stares. You hold up your hand for a high five and surprisingly he gives you one and runs away. You chuckle.

"Kids are cute and very weird." You say mindlessly.

"Would you like some, someday?" Joon asks you sounding genuinely curious.

"Mmm...yeah...someday..." You start to pick at your dress.

"Oh! Joonie I got us something while I was in the gift shop at the aquarium." You turn and crawled to your purse. You were on all fours your backside facing Namjoon. Your dress lifts just enough to see your underwear. Namjoon gets flustered and puts his hand on the top of your butt and pushes you down. You look back and realize why. "Oh sorry. But look!"

You showed him two necklaces with a cute crab charm on it. "I was going to give it to you earlier but I felt like it was trash after you got us jackets...very stylish jackets...." He doesn't say anything for a while until you look up at him.

"These are way better than the jackets. I get to have a crab with me at all times now. C'mere let me put it on you." You turn around and he moves your hair out the way to clasp the necklace and you do the same for him. He smiles letting his dimples show as he looks at the cute crab charm. You laugh.

You go to get the last stuffed tofu pouch but Namjoon also reaches for it. You gave him a challenging stare. "Let's play a game." He suggests and you agree. He grabs a piece of paper and puts it to his mouth. "Objective:don't drop it. Three rounds." Simple you thought. You got it from him and he got it from you last round you had to take it back. You looked at him and closed your eyes hoping you don't drop it. Namjoon had removed the paper as soon as you went to get it making you kiss him. You open your eyes and looked at him in shock and hit him. You fell on your back and covered your face in embarrassment.

"I can't believe you've done that." You said in a mumbled voice. You can hear Namjoon laugh. "Open your eyes." You shake your head. "Aw come on open them." His voice got closer. You're still stubborn to keep your eyes covered. You feel hands on your wrist and your hands are no longer covering your face. You open your eyes to see Namjoon's face hovering over yours. His eyes fall to your lips and back to your eyes. He takes his chances and kisses you. It's only a short kiss. He looks at you to see your reaction. You stare at him then smile. He rest his head on your shoulder then laughs. You start to laugh along too.

As you're laughing little drops of rain started to turn into big groups of rain. Namjoon picks you up and runs to the nearest shelter. "Joonie our stuff!" You sqeal as he runs. "The crew will get it!"

"Oppa! Put me down I can walk!" He finally gets you guys to a food tent still holding you.

"You called me oppa." He smiles at you.

"No I didn't." You're quick to deny but it won't stop him from teasing you.

"You never called me oppa. Even when I asked you to." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Joon~~let it go please." You beg.

"Oh no. This is forever in my book of memories." You sigh in defeat.

Namjoon puts you down finally and you wobble once you hit the ground. You start to yawn. "I'm sleepy."

"You're sleepy. Cute." Namjoon chuckles.

You checked the time on your phone. "Filming will be done soon. I think my body knows."

The staff finally ended the filming for the day and you and Namjoon thanked everyone and changed into the clothes you came in.

"It was fun filming with you out of all people today. I'm glad you were my blind date." You thank Namjoon.

"I never wanted to go on this show but the group needs someone to get on variety shows and this was one of the offers. I'm glad it was you, since I know you and all...it wasn't weird. I liked it." Namjoon confessed. You smiled at his last sentence. I liked it.

"Right! See you for filming tomorrow!" You have to come back and express how you feel and what not after the date and watch the clips with the MCs the following day.

As you got home you layed in your bed thinking about the kisses that you and Namjoon had. Your brain replaying stuff in your mind just so you can overthink it. Throughout the time that you came back home to getting ready for bed you kept thinking why he kissed you. Was it his true feelings or just for the show. If anything you just wanted his lips on you again.

You hit your wrist scolding yourself of thinking of your colleague that way. It was just for the show and thats it. Though thats what you wish you could truly think.

You start thinking about how his lips would feel other places and what he said when you were thinking out loud. Ya know, you can always find out yourself.

How big is his-

There were knocks at the door. Who could be here at this time.

You get out of bed and walk to the door. You unlock it and leave the chain lock on. The door creaked when you opened it slowly. You cringed at the sound. Your eyes trail up to a face. A very familiar face.

"Namjoon?"

"Hi." You close the door to unlock the chain and open it again to let Namjoon in.

"I know it's late but...I couldn't stop thinking about today...and you. Especially you." He rubs his neck and shifts from one foot to the other. "I kept thinking about how cute you were and then how much you had irked me throughout the day." You raised a brow at him.

"I-i irked you?" You asked in conplete confusion. You irking THE Kim Namjoon.

"Like when you crawled to get the necklaces and you flashed me. When you looked back you smirked at me then said sorry but there wasn't an ounce of you being sorry in your face." You bite your lip remembering that you did smirk at him.

"Or how that dress fitted you so well. Everytime you walked it twisted on you good enough to show your figure."

"Namjoon-" Namjoon had cornered you to the wall, grabbing your leg holding it to his side. He pushes up on you to make you feel his growing bulge. You breathed shakily. When you go to bed you don't wear underwear and he for a fact didn't know that... yet. He pushed up on you again making you squeeze ypur eyes shut. He had touched your clit.

"And I scolded myself for thinking of you that way. But my mind goes back to when I was on top of you in the field, and how if we were on our own you would've been undressed immediately. Or back to when you flashed me and I saw your ass and i was thinking on how it would be so good if I fucked you from behind. Just seeing how your ass bounces everytime I thrust into you while you moan out my name." Namjoon whispers in your ear. And you're mad at yourself on how turned on you're getting. You'd be surprised if you weren't wet right now but you are.

"I-I've wondered how your lips would feel on other places. And also h-how good you could fuck m-me. Iscoldedmyselftoobutfuckmeplease." With that Namjoon picked you up, letting you hit his bulge again making you moan. He kisses you on the lips as he guides your hips to grind on his bulge. He trails down to your neck. You let out small moans while you bend your neck for more access. "Namjoon please fuck me." He groans at that and takes you to the room.

He throws you down on the bed and spreads your legs. "No panties, naughty girl." He smirks. You watch as he looks down at your cunt like a man that hasn't eaten in days. He kisses your thigh in down and where you want him the most he misses. He goes to the next leg and kisses on down. You feel his breath on your cunt making your pussy squeeze on nothing. "Greedy." He kisses your clit and sucks on it for a second. You jolt up in response. He spreads your lips with his fingers and starts to to do soft licks.

You whine and moan at every lick. It's been a while since you've touched yourself. This would be the first for you to let anyone have sex with you. Namjoon starts to do long strides with his tongue and with every lick the tip of his tongue would brush your clit. He would go from long slow strides to quick soft licks. You grab his hair for something to hold on to as you start to grind into his face. He doesn't seem to mind only moaning into your cunt that has you arching your back. He pulls back having you whining in protest.

He takes his fingers and puts them in your mouth. You look him in the eyes as you take his fingers in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them. He looks at you with hooded eyes. He gets his fingers back and slide them up and down between your lips. "Joonie please." You beg him. He slides his fingers in slowly, mesmerized by how your pussy takes his fingers in so well. He looks up at you. You had shut your eyes, whimpering.

"Look at me." He demands you. You open your eyes and look at him. He speeds up the pace still giving you eye contact. Everything's too much with the change of pace and the eye contact. Then just when you thought you could adjust he starts to slowly rub your clit. Your legs snap close. "Joonie I-I can't." He still does his movements and looks back at you.

"Open your legs baby." You shake your head.

"Baby. I'll only say it once. Do what I told you." You slowly open your legs again. You look down and see how his fingers glide so easily in and out of you as he abuses your clit with a slow circle movement. You curl your toes and grab the sheets. "You like that don't you. Seeing how dirty you are letting me do this to you." Namjoon moans to you. You nod your head yes. He pushes down in your clit making you cry out. "Joonie please!"

"No. Only on my cock." He pulls his fingers out of you leaving you pouting. He pulls down his joggers and underwear in one go. You finally get to see his cock. It's thick and long and you wonder if it would even fit in you. He signals you to come foward. You crawl to the edge of the bed. You know what he wants you to do but you don't know how. You've seen girls do it hundreds of time but you don't know how. You look up to him with wide eyes.

"You don't know how?" You shake your head no. He grabs your hand a wraps it around his dick. "Move your hand up and down" he guides your hand to slide up and down his shaft. He grunts in pleasure and lets go of your hand, letting you take over. "W-when- shit! When it starts to get a little hard to s-slide you gotta put it in your mouth."

You do as told, not caring what the directions were and put your lips to the tip of his dick, only sucking that part. You think you have the dick in your mouth part down, watching many porn videos, looking at the women suck the men's cock. You bobb your head and swirl your tongue around his dick. Taking his dick fully out your mouth to do open mouth kisses and licks down his shaft while still sliding your hand in the motion he told you. You remember of course to not forget his balls and suck them, soon heading back to his cock. You moan at the feeling of him in your mouth and how he has his head tilted back as he gives you praises. "Shit, baby. Just like that. You're doing so well. Daddy's gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours" You whimper at the name he gave himself your pussy reacting to it as well clenching to nothing.

Namjoon grabs your head making you still, pulling out his dick completely. He pulls your hair back to make you look up at him. "Daddy's gonna want you to do well, ok? You've done so good so far, tap me if it's too much, ok?"

You nod "o-ok."

"Ok who?"

You bite your lip and let out a small whimper. "Ok daddy." You'd never thought that, that would turn you on but it did in every way. You feel your arousal drip down your thighs.

"Good girl. Open your mouth for daddy." You open your mouth, feeling eager to have him back in your mouth again. He groans looking at how innocent you look waiting for him to destroy your mouth. He slides his cock in your mouth again making you moan. He keeps a steady pace but he gets eager and start to fasten the pace. You keep up, loving the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You look up at him through teary eyes watching how much he's enjoying fucking your mouth. Him being turned on only wants you to make him fuck your cunt. You start to rub your cunt on the sheets, moaning around his cock. He opens his eyes to the sight of you being turned on, cock in your mouth and grinding on the bed for friction. He smirks. "Dirty girl. You want daddy's cock, don't you?" You look up at him and nod.

He pulls out of your mouth letting you gasp for air. He lays you back down and kisses you sweetly. Bringing his hand down to your clit he starts to play with it. You jerk your hips up and start grinding into his hand. Your moans are more like whinpers and cries. "I could make you cum like this. Just playing with your cute little clit. Watching you beg me to fuck you with my cock. I might just do that."

"N-no no please Daddy. Fuck me please!" He hears your pleas but doesn't abide to them-not yet. He kisses your collarbone and abandons your clit to start playing with your breasts. Rolling your nipples in between his fingers he enjoyed the moans you made and how you rolled your hips on nothing. He enjoyed the way you closed your eyes tight and furrowed your eyebrows. He wonder how you'd act once he was inside of you. That thought made him throb and he let a moan himself. Like a mantra you chanted please over and over again almost making a little pout if it wasn't for you catching your bottom lip between your teeth. He chuckled. He kept one hand busy on your nipple while the other went to fish out a condom in his pants pocket. He rips open the pack and slides it on as he bends down to suck your tortured nipples letting go with a lewd pop! noise.

Spreading your legs he pulled you towards him positioning you where he could easily slide in. You look at him with pleading eyes, begging for him to fuck you.

"You sure baby?" He holds your thighs, his thumbs massaging deep into the insides of your thighs.

"Yes, daddy." You nod frantically really wanting this. "Please." You wiggle your hips to show him how eager you were. He chuckles at your small action.

As if you haven't been waiting long enough he comes down and kisses you deeply as he slowly enters you. You whimpered at the stretch he gave you. It felt new to you, you were breathing heavily. Namjoon grunts at the way your walls clench around him-just begging him to move. "You ok, baby?" You didn't realize but you've grabbed a hold of him with your head buried in the crook of his neck. You calmed down and nodded. "Let me see your face." You loosen your grip on him and look him in the eyes. He searches yours for a moment and finally moves.

His thrust were long and slow. Taking his time to feel you around him and let you adjust.

"Fuck baby you're doing so good." He praises. It made you moan louder and clench making him hiss. "You like that? You like when daddy praises you?" You nod. "Use your words baby."

"Yes! Yes! I love it when you praise me, daddy! G-go faster p-please?" You cried out. He wastes no time in fucking you faster and a little rougher than before but you didn't mind. You liked this much more than what you were doing at first and he could tell. Your moans were getting louder and slowly started to turn to screams of just his name mixed with small whines.

Each thrust had you bouncing on the bed and crying. He felt so good and you felt so full of him. He steadies himself, hands beside your head so he could look at you. You looked up at him with eyes filled with tears and adoration.

"Shit. Mmmm- baby you were made for me. You feel and sound so good. You hear how wet you are for me right now. I started that and no one is going to make you feel like how you are got that." You arched your back and moaned. Fuck. You love it when he talks to you. The way his dominanceoozes out and you enjoy every drip of it. He places his hand around your neck and you focus back on him. "I asked you a question, i want an answer."

You place your hand over his. "W-what i-if i don't want t-to?" You asked him. He tightens his grip on your neck that makes you moan. You didn't think you'd be into that but you liked it.

"D-daddy, N-no marks." You managed to choke out. If you had marks on your neck for tomorrow staff would become suspicious.

He stops his movements and you look up at him. He only smirks and tightens his grip. He fucks into you harder and lets go of your throat. He dips his head in the crook of your neck and sucks and nibbles your skin till it turns pink.

"You are mine. I'll mark you how I want and everyone's gonna see. Got it." You clench around him again. His voice was husky and demanding you didn't feel ashamed letting out a moan when he finished his statement.

"And you never answered me like you should've, don't think I forgot."

He pulls out of you and you whine of the absence.

"Hands and knees, ass up. Now." You looked at him bewildered but you obeyed.

He rubbed your ass and smacked it. You yelped and looked back at him. He only smirked at you and repeated the actions. You grunt again, curling your toes and grabbing the sheets.

"This is what you get for not answering. So start answering me when I speak to you. I'm going to fuck you now. And it won't be soft, ok."

"O-ok, d-daddy."

And he didn't lie that's for sure. He fucked you slow but hard each thrust earned a grunt from him and a cry of his name from you. He slapped your ass a couple of times with the thrust. He held still for some time making you look at him.

"Fuck into me baby." You hesitated at first but did what was asked. You grind your hips into him moaning everytime, enjoying yourself. He gripped your hips and guided you. You stifled when you hit your g-spot. Namjoon noticed and started thrusting into you, each thrust he hit the spot. It had you crying.

"N-namjoon p-please I-I can't hold anymore." He noticed your slip up but didn't say anything. He reached down and started to rub gentle circles on your clit each time he found your g-spot. At this point it was silent cries, grunts and moans. Only sound that was noticeable was your slick newd sounds and the slap of skin wich turned you on more. All this was so much to handle for your first. You couldn't go on for long and neither could Namjoon. You felt him twitch inside you. You clawed at the sheets and screamed out his name.

You tightened around him as you came down. He let you ride out your orgasm. Once you were done he slipped out of you and turned you on your back. Slipping off the condom he fucked himself in his hand looking at you and your worn out body. With one of his hands he wiped your cunt and it made you flinch since you were so sensitive. He got his hand that he wiped you with and put it in his mouth and moaned. Even though you were done the scene before you made you want to pounce on him again. His breathing got heavy and you knew he was close, stroking himself faster.

Since he was close you wanted to tease him.

"Mmmm...daddy?" He looks at you in question. "You know you look so sexy like that. Fucking into your hand in front of me. It makes me want to take you again." You moan at the thought of him in you again and maybe even letting himself soften inside you.

"Daddy, you wanna know what I'm thinking right now?" His breathing gets even heavier he's almost there. "You releasing inside my warm, wet pussy as I cry out your name and tell you how you feel." You rub your hands down your self, one playing with your breasts and the other spreading your lips so he can see inside you and imagine with you.

He watches your hands and follows your hand going to your pussy and watch as you spread yourself for him. He stutters out a shit and finally releases and cums on your torso. You take your finger and scoop his cum up and put it in your mouth and moan.

"Daddy, you taste so good." You moan. He chuckles and bends over you. He pulls your hand away from your mouth and kisses you sweetly. No lust in this one just love.

"You're very naughty in the bedroom, baby." You give him a soft push.

"Yeah? You too...daddy." He laughs at your statement.

"You got me. Now lets clean up and get some rest. Remember we have a show to do tomorrow." He climbs off of you and you get hit with reality. You have a show tomorrow and you're going to be in a good mood. Too good of a mood, they'd know something was up. How'd you act knowing what you did the night before.

"Oh yeah good luck to your make up stylist for trying to cover up those marks." You throw a pillow at him.

"Namjoon you bitch!"

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baeklooming-day · 6 years ago

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Fleeting | Baekhyun

Summary: You lead a double life. For everyone else, you are the pretty girl with a great sense of fashion who works at Sephora. But it isn't your only job. For the other one you require only two things: the collection of weapons you keep in your closet - and zero emotions.

ft. Luhan

Genre: assassin!au, mafia!au, street racer!au, fluff, angst

Word count: 4.5k

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"Really, Y/N? You know I love you, but lately I feel like the only reason you call me is for you to ask for favors."

"That's not true! Pretty please Sujin! I will be just a few minutes late."

"Hahaha! Good one."

"Sujin. I really need to take care of something right now. Will you help me out one more time?"

"..."

"Sujin!"

"Okay, okay. I'll cover for you. But, whatever it is, hurry up and come here right after, understood?"

"Of course. See you in a bit!"

You hung up.

Sujin was your coworker and friend. She totally adored you, and maybe that's the only reason why in the end she always let slide you being late for work. Well, you weren't always late. Sometimes it just happened for the problem to have to be solved during your usual work hours at Sephora.

Like today.

Your grip on your rifle tightened.

Easy. Focus.

After all, you've done it many times.

In this long time you've worked for Zhang Yixing you've never seen him as nervous as that evening.

"Listen Y/N, you do know the CEO of Kang Corporation, is that right?"

"Yeah, I mean, not personally but I know who he is. Kang-something...?"

"Yes, him. Listen. You also happen to know who Jackson Wang is, right? The CEO of Wang Enterprises?

"Yes-"

"Alright, here is your task."

He quickly slid a piece of paper in your direction.

You picked it and started to read.

You snorted.

"Why could I see something like this coming? It was so obvious. I assume our big CEO Mr. Wang wants all the power and glory to himself. Is he actually aware what might happen if suddenly the second big CEO disappears from the scene? Everyone knows those two don't particularly love each other."

"This is none of our concern, Y/N. Make sure you take care of this."

You paused for a brief moment.

"How much?"

Yixing hesitated. Woah there, you thought. So it is the highest price I've ever got.

"10 Million American dollars." He said, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Woah."

It always amused you, how desperate some people could be only to take down somebody who wasn't doing in their favor.

"'Woah' is a good word to describe it. Anyway, Y/N, I trust you to solve it without any complications as always."

"Will do, boss!"

With that being said, you directed yourself to the exit where you paused, only to quickly turn around and send Yixing a childish 'bang!' with a finger gun.

So now, you found yourself sitting on the roof of the Plaza Hotel - it would be quite romantic to say the least, if it wasn't for the purpose you were there.

You were a paid murderer. You killed people in an exchange for money.

Your current target was a certain Kang Seojun - the CEO of one of the biggest corporations in the city.

It wasn't your first time that you had to eliminate some important persona. You already had a minister, a few influential politicians and even a famous actress on your account.

It was always the same process. Find the target, observe them for a while, get some more information and finally, attack.

You adjusted your rifle.

To be quite honest, you've never been a fan of making a 'task' look like an accident. This regards arranging a car accident or literally setting the target's house on fire.

No, it was too much work than it already was.

So you just sticked to the classic solution.

Right now you were waiting for Kang Seojun to arrive at the Corporation's building right next to Plaza where their company meeting took place.

"Where on earth is this man", you mumbled to yourself. "If I don't kill you today, Sujin will kill me for being late again."

While you still waited, you looked at your own reflection in the small pocket mirror you always carried with you.

Your dark red lipstick and eyebrows were perfect as always. At least you looked good doing bad stuff.

Then you heard a vehicle pulling to stop and muffled voices in the distance that was separating you from the street beneath you.

You immediately straightened.

You could see the car's door open and a blonde head peeking out.

There he is.

He surely took his sweet time. Ironically, he didn't have much of it left.

Don't move a muscle. Concentrate.

He was now slowly heading to the entrance of the building. You had to act quickly and effectively.

Breath in. Breath out. It's a piece of cake.

Your fingers carefully clasped around the trigger.

"Bang."

You shoot.

It didn't take long for the hell to break loose. But by now, you were accustomed to it. After all, that part of your job was always the same as well - after having eliminated the target, you had to escape as fast as you could. Without being seen by anyone.

You had to have your eyes wide open. And you had to be careful.

Very, very careful.

You knew exactly what happened to people like you who were being careless about the whole thing. So already in your early training days you decided to never put your guard down.

The moment you entered Sephora you were met with Sujin putting a new delivery of Nars foundation onto the perfectly cleaned shelf.

To be honest, you actually really enjoyed working there. In your free time - time, when with a gun hidden in your boot you didn't run down the stairs of hotels, skyscrapers, apartment buildings, you name it - you liked playing with makeup and going shopping.

You could say it was a little benefit for you. You had to seem innocent, powerless. You had to be like a normal girl.

Well, at least pretend to be one.

"Hey, Sujin!"

"Finally! I would say 'right on time', but..."

"I'm sorry?"

She looked at you with an unreadable expression on her pretty face.

"Come on, help me sort it all." She pointed to the big box that rested beside her leg.

"Oh my." Your eyes scanned the new arrivals. "These are all so nice."

"Y/N, I know what you are thinking right now, come on. You basically have half of this store at home, you do not need another bottle of foundation."

You chuckled. "I didn't say anything!"

There was silence for a moment before Sujin spoke again.

"Actually, Y/N, are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

There it was. The question. You knew that one day she will completely see through you and get it that you were lying all along the way.

You always told her poor excuses for how come you never go out on any dates and aren't particularly interested in boys in general.

Because what else could you tell her?

You couldn't get too attached. Being who you were, didn't include love. You couldn't show anything that could be easily used against you.

"No, why? And on top of that, I already told you I'm too busy for a boyfriend." She looked unconvinced.

"What about Baekhyun?"

"What about him?"

You could expect her to ask about Baekhyun. Except for Sujin, he was your only friend. As if it wasn't obvious by now that you didn't have many friends. The less, the better, you always told yourself. In the end you were risking their safety as well. If you ever got discovered…

No. It won't happen.

Not again.

"Oh, don't be like that Y/N. Even a blind person could tell he likes you. He's liked you since you moved here! Why don't you just give it a chance? You two would be so cute together-"

"Sujin." You paused her. "Please, just leave it already, will you? Me and Baekhyun are good friends, but nothing more. Besides, Baekhyun is-"

"I'm what?"

You froze. Speaking of the devil. How did he even manage to sneak up on you like that everytime you least expected it?

"Baekhyun!" Sujin stood up to give him a quick hug. "Good to see you, how are things going?"

"I'm not complaining." He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I see you two have some work to do."

"Just the usual. What brings you here?"

"Actually, I'm here for Y/N. Can I borrow her for a sec?"

You looked up at him from the foundation box you were sitting by.

His black hair was all messy, yet still managed to looked presentable. He was dressed in his standard outfit - plain white tee, black leather jacket and black ripped jeans, which, to be honest, were a little more than worn out.

Any other guy would look ridiculous, so why did he look so good?

Damn you, Baekhyun.

You stood up to properly face him.

"Sure, let's go."

He flashed you a wide smile before turning around and heading for the exit with you following behind him.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about Baek?", you asked once you were in the main venue of the mall.

"To tell the truth, I just wanted to see you."

Is this guy being serious right now?

Every other girl like Sujin, would probably think it was the cutest thing for a boy to do. But you weren't like the other girls.

"Aww, could it possibly be that you missed me?"

"Maybe."

"You literally just saw me yesterday, Baekhyun."

Well, that was very true, you two used to quickly meet at the crossing in the morning before work quite often.

"Oh c'mon, you know what I'm trying to say." He lightly poked your arm. "We aren't spending so much time together anymore. And you always tell me you're busy. If I was somebody else I would even think you are avoiding me or something."

He didn't say it in an accusing tone but you knew he was partly right. Baekhyun just happened to be around almost always. It would be a lie if you said you didn't enjoy his company, because you did. But in your opinion, that alone was already one step too far. You preferred to turn him down and have him upset with you for a couple of hours than to risk being seen by someone who could use that information for certain purposes, or turn him down just because you had to take care of something at that time. Of course you told him you were busy, which also was true. But it seemed like it looked like a one big lie to him.

"Look, I know, but it's really not like that. If I say I'm busy, I really am. You know I wouldn't lie to you like that.

"So..." Baekhyun looked at you with puppy eyes. "Are you free this afternoon?" Another feature about him that honestly annoyed you, because you just couldn't help it but melt, was when he used that puppy look on you.

"Yeah, sure." Those words left your mouth before you could even think about it.

Dammit. You really needed to do some practising in resisting that boy's requests.

You found yourself sitting on the rooftop of an apartment building sipping on a big cup of Starbucks coffee. The spot was lovely - actually, it was your favourite spot in the city back then when you first moved in into your apartment. It was also the spot where Baekhyun brought you when you hung out for the first time. Of course it wasn't a date - none of the times you two hung out was. At least you wouldn't call it in that manner. Maybe Sujin would, but in her eyes everything had a different meaning.

Baekhyun was sitting right beside you and sipping on his own cotton candy frappuccino while gazing onto some unindentified point in the space.

Funny, you thought. He usually was the one to talk, he rarely got so quiet when you two were together.

You turned to him and sipped as loud as you could to get his attention.

"Hmm?"

"Something happened?" You brought your attention back to your cup. "It's strange to see you shut up like that."

"Nah, it's nothing." He hesitated for a brief moment but then spoke again. "Actually, Y/N. There is something I've been meaning to ask you, but..."

Oh no. Sujin couldn't be possibly right, could she? Shit.

"I mean, for the past two years that we've been best friends I don't really know much about you when I think of it, and it just kind of bothers me."

Oh my god. You let the breath you didn't realise you were holding. So he wasn't about to ask you out. Good.

But what were you going to tell him now anyway?

"Uhm, what do you exactly mean?"

Baekhyun shrugged.

"Besides that you are eyebrows-obsessed, speak more languages than any other person I know and can't get through the day without coffee or chocolate I don't know nothing about the times before I met you and where you came from, who your parents are..." He glanced at you.

You gulped. Why did he suddenly want to know all of this?

"I don't know who your parents are either. And before moving here my life was just a little, hm, complicated to say the least." You carelessly run your hand through your locks hoping that he won't dig any deeper.

"Fine, let's leave the parents thing out." Now he was directly looking you in the eyes. "But what do you exactly mean by complica-"

Buzzzzzzz.

Buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzz.

He didn't get to finish the sentence when both your phones started vibrating in your pockets.

Baekhyun took his phone and looked and the bright screen.

"Aish, sorry I have to take this." He gave you an apologetic look.

"No worries, I have to take mine as well. Might be something important at work."

You smiled before quickly staying up and taking a little distance to finally slide your finger across the screen to accept the call.

"What the actual hell Yixing? I told you not to call me during the day!" You were careful to not be too loud, just in case.

But still, you completed your task just as he wanted, so what could it possibly be now?

"What-" His voice on the other line sounded a little bit irritated. "Would you quit shouting like that? Geez, my poor ear…"

"Look, I'm with a friend right now, so hurry up and tell me why you're calling before he hears everything."

"I'm calling you because I need you to show up at my office, like, right now." He paused before quickly adding "very urgent."

Sometimes you really just wanted to throw a shoe in his face.

"Yeah, fine. Already on my way."

You hung up.

When you were about to go back to where you and Baekhyun were sitting just a few moments ago, you saw him approaching you first.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, but I have to go." He started to nervously scratch his neck.

"I have to go too. Something came up and they need me at... uhm, work." You wanted to sound confident but your voice sounded like anything else but that to you.

"The universe just wants to keep us apart for some reason, huh?" Baekhyun smiled ironically before quickly hugging you and making himself on his way.

Keep us apart, you thought to yourself. Maybe this is just the way things should be.

You arrived at Yixing's office not more than 15 minutes after you said goodbye to Baekhyun. You entered without knocking and immediately sat on the chair in front of his desk.

"So, what is this all about? Everything went smoothly in the morning, the guy is still very dead."

Yixing looked up from his laptop.

"I know, but this is not about that."

You raised your eyebrows.

"I just got a phone call. I don't know how to explain this, this is the first time a client requests something like that, though." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What exactly is this request?"

"The client asked to meet you before you complete what they want you to do. Tomorrow, Cloud 9 at 11 o'clock."

What?

"Cloud 9? That fancy café on the 22nd floor? Pardon me, but what for?"

Yixing raised his palms. "I seriously don't know Y/N. They only said they wanted to reveal to you some particular information on the target. Other than that, they didn't name any price, so I suppose that's what they want to discuss with you personally."

"Well. Well, alright. How will I recognise them? Is it a man or a woman?"

"It was a woman's voice on the phone, and she didn't say anything about her appearance except for short blonde hair. She said she will recognise you."

"Fine, so be it." You nodded. "Can I go now?"

Yixing waved his hand in the yeah-go-away manner. "Yes, dismissed."

A client wanting to meet up with you? Well that was new.

The next day, you were preparing yourself for the "meeting". That woman said she would recognise you, right? But wait. How was she going to recognise you? And how did she even know how you look like?

Hold on, calm down.

After all you were pretty popular among the more significant people from dark businesses. There's no need to invent things.

You didn't really have a plan what to wear, so you decided you will keep it simple but with style. You went for black ripped jeans, white off-shoulder top and your casual white sneakers.

Perfect. None would even think of who you actually were, which was always your kind of a motto.

When you arrived at Cloud 9 it was 10:45. The client should appear soon as well. You walked in and took a seat at a table possibly far from unsuspecting ears.

The Cloud 9 café was a really nice place. It was on the 22nd floor, so it had a wonderful view at the entire city. The floor was a white marble while the walls where in warm shade of deep chocolate brown. The café alone was in shape of a circle, so it basically had glass all around, through which you could admire the beautiful view.

You took a look on your phone. 11:10. The client is not here yet. But they said 11 o'clock, right? Do they really think they can just keep you waiting like this? Instead, your screen lit up once again with an incoming call from Baekhyun.

That boy.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N! Where are you right now?"

"I'm supposed to meet up with someone but they're already 10 minutes late." You stopped. You shouldn't be just spilling everything so carelessly to Baekhyun.

"What? With who?"

"Uhm, none in particular. Work, you know. She's a... she's the boss of Sephora on the other side of the town, you know. We wanted to discuss which new brands our both stores could take to... to widen the whole thing. Or something." You weren't convincing even yourself, but scratch that right now.

"Oh." If he didn't believe you he didn't show it. "Uhm, so, did you say they were late? Where are you?" His voice sounded as if he had been running.

"I'm at Cloud 9. Why?"

"I, well, I just happen to be nearby so I can keep you a little company while you wait?"

"Yeah, alright. I'm hanging up now."

You looked at your screen once again. 11:20. Was ist some kind of a joke? Why is this woman, or whoever that client is, already 20 minutes late?

You decided to wait another 15 minutes, and if they won't show up, you will go straight up to Yixing and tell him to stop playing some stupid tricks on you, or whichever ridiculousness that was, which was just taking place.

You couldn't get more annoyed because just then you noticed Baekhyun's black fringe peeking inside. You waved him over.

When he approached your table, you also noticed that he was breathing heavily, just as if he really had been running.

"Woah, there. Are you running away from someone?"

His eyes immediately widened. "What? No, no."

"You look like you just ran in a marathon."

"Well, thanks Y/N." He glanced at you with a pout. He always looked like a little boy when he did that. "Anyway, how long are you planning to wait? When were they supposed to be here?"

You frowned. "They were supposed to be here at 11, but looks like I have been forgotten." You looked over to your phone for the 10th time. 11:28. Really?

You glanced at Baekhyun. His cheeks were red and he was licking his lips nervously. Something clearly was going on, and you wanted to know what.

You put your arms on the table.

"Baekhyun, come on, tell me what-"

You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence when there was a loud BANG! just a few meters away from you.

You both snapped your heads in the direction where the noise came from.

There was a man wearing a long black coat along with the rest of his clothes as well as his hair which also were all black.

He was holding a gun in his right Hand.

But then he turned around and you saw his face.

You knew that face.

And apparently, he recognised you. But also, his gaze seemed to waver on Baekhyun as well with a spark of recognition too.

You quickly glanced at Baekhyun.

His eyes were wide and his expression blank.

Then the man spoke.

"Well, well, well. What do we got here?" He looked around himself and at the frightened people who were probably praying for their life. "To tell the truth, this doesn't concern any of you here, so will you gather your asses and fuck off before I change my mind and kill y'all?"

The people started rushing out of the café making as little noise as possible, probably terrified of the thought that that crazy man in all black could start shooting anytime.

"And don't even think of going to the police! If you still want your brains in your heads, just saying!" The man called behind them, waving with his gun.

Shit. This was all so confusing that all you could do was to look back and forth at the man and at Baekhyun, who, still motionless, sat beside you.

The man took a few steps forward before speaking again.

"No, this is just too good to be true. Honestly, I would never, ever think that our two delinquents know each other." He was now grinning maniacally, which to be completely honest, creeped you out like nothing before.

But wait, did he just say "our two delinquents"?

"What do you want Tao?" You and Baekhyun spoke at the exact same time.

What?

You both looked at each other. "You know him?!" Baekhyun pointed at the man called Tao.

"Yes, but how do you know him?!" Now you also raised your finger to point at Tao.

Then you heard a very loud laugh.

"Seriously, stop!" Tao was rubbing his wet eyes. "Ah, this is so good. You have no idea who he is - and you, you have no fucking idea who she is!"

Okay, now it was getting really sick.

"Care to explain what's going on?" You glared at Tao.

"But of course. I'm here because of two reasons. First" He looked at Baekhyun. "I really was hoping to find you here, to be honest. Like we made it clear the last time we saw each other - you won't get away with what you pulled on that race. And also, we want that car back."

"Are fucking kidding me?" Now it was Baekhyun who snapped. "Where are your eyes? Everyone saw and can confirm that it was all fair! I won. And that car was never yours, so quit talking nonsense."

You felt your head spinning. Race? Car? Was Baekhyun also hiding Secrets?

"Wait." You turned to Baekhyun. "You are racing?"

"Y/N, I..." He run a hand through his hair.

Tao began to laugh again. "Right, let me make this clear to you. This idiot over here, is doing illegal street races for about, let me think, 2 years now? He somehow managed to drive off with our car from the last race in Shanghai, so that's why I'm here for his sorry ass."

"I told you that car is NOT yours!"

"Yeah, whatever. I will deal with you later." Tao turned to look at you. "And you darling, tell me, isn't it too much for you to live with the awareness of all the lives you have taken?"

You swallowed. Shit. That bastard just exposed you in front of Baekhyun, and nothing can take it back.

"Don't talk to me as if you're better, Tao."

"Oh, besides I heard the news. Kang Seojun is dead? Good job, Y/N. Were you playing hunter on the roof again? But fuck, you really must be a millionaire by now, with all these little paid crimes."

"What..." Baekhyun opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, imitating a goldfish. "Wait, no. You... you kill for money...?" He looked as confused as a human being can look. "Hold on a sec, you mean... like seriously doing that stuff assassins in the movies do?"

You felt like you were about to cry. You never wanted him to find out. Now he probably will hate you. Probably will be disgusted and disappointed in you.

"This is so funny" Tao chuckled. "And guess what I'm about to do with you, little princess? Remember Kris, right? Well, long story short he wants you dead."

Tao pointed his gun at you.

You saw your life fleeting before your eyes.

Shit. Shit, that wasn't how it was supposed to end.

"It was nice knowing you, Y/N. For the good old tim-" Shatter. He didn't finish the sentence, when a glass bottle shattered on his head.

Tao fell on the floor, unconscious.

You stared in complete shock at the person who just knocked him down. A scream of surprise left your lips.

You were met with a petite figure of brown-haired boy with sweet eyes which looked at you.

No, this can't be. After these years, you thought he might have ended up dead. But he was standing right in front of you, very alive.

The first most important person in your life. You grew up together and went through good and bad times together, arm in arm.

He was the reason why you promised yourself that you won't get attached to people, ever again.

You saw everything in a blur. What has just happened?

You placed your palm on your cheek, still looking at the petite boy in front of you, who still was holding the half-broken glass bottle.

You slowly stood up.

"L-Luhan...?"

The boy threw the glass on the side and smiled.

"Long time no see, honey."

A/N: End of the first chapter! This is my first ever fanfiction, so I’m really excited (and hella scared, lol) to finally post it! If this piece gets positive feedback, I will be more than happy and motivated to continue and make it a mini-series! I put lots of my time and heart into this first ever fanfic and I would love to properly start writing and improve my skills. So please please please leave me your thoughts, I would very appreciate it! Also don’t forget to leave a heart if you liked it, and feel free to reblog if you want to! <3

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svtmatokis · 6 years ago

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Hug

This was based on Seventeen Vocal Team Hug~ After the album came out the lyrics to this song spoke to me and I was inspired to write this fic. It was hard at first because I had to dig into personal experience but I hope you guys understand where this piece is coming from ^_^

Pairing: Reading x Jeonghan

Words: 7966

Trigger warning; eating disorder, depression, drinking and just enough for me not to preview it?

“ The tour will start in Seoul and the last stop will be Japan, maybe we can meet up if our schedules cross somewhere.” Jeonghan said resting his hand on top of yours as the two of you sat across from each other at a restaurant he took you too to catch up.

The two of you met on set for a sports brand promotion with the vocal team and you being one of Korea’s up and coming models got the opportunity to work with the handsome men of Seventeen. Jeonghan knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you were going to be his. This meant that his usual charm was turned up a notch and when he heard that the two of you were going to shoot a basketball scene together, he knew it was time to shine.

When the time came, you were practicing throwing balls into the basket and Jeonghan came over to you to offer his help.

“Y/N. you’re never going to make a basket like that, here look.” he took a ball and shot it making it swish into the basket. “Do you want me to help you? Maybe it’ll prevent us from going through a lot of takes.”

You gave him a grateful smile and nodded your head. “Thanks Jeonghan.” but what you didn’t expect was for him to come behind you and position your hands in the correct positions and he held them there as he helped you make the basket and when the ball went in the two of you froze in that position as the director yelled.

“CUT!”

Apparently, Joshua had notified the producer about the current happenings and there had been a camera crew on the two of you the whole time and it was a complete bonus that you were currently in the outfits you were supposed to wear and it had all been done in one take.

After that day, you and Jeonghan kept in contact often running into each other between schedules at cafes or restaurants near your agencies or at events like award shows and fashion shows. After a while, he asked if you would be his date to an event in which you shyly agreed to and the rest was history. Jeonghan had “woo’d” you that night and at the end to your surprise, asked you to be his girlfriend.

You kept your relationship a secret for a while as you wanted to see where it was going to go but about two years, once the dating ban was lifted on both sides, the two of you started going out more casually as you were allowed to and when a picture of the two of leaving a cafe holding hands surfaced on SNS, both agencies released mutual statements of support and happiness and that they were aware of it and offered their full support.

Fan’s had mixed reactions, some obviously feeling betrayed while others continued to support you two. You were glad that Jeonghan’s fans understood and some even going as far as to call you the Angel couple since you two shared the same birthday only two years apart. Through busy schedules and all that, the two of you maintained a healthy relationship of two and a half years. Or so Jeonghan thought.

Giving Jeonghan a tight smile across the table you nodded, “I’ll get my schedule from my agency and I’ll let you know.” you responded as he grinned stroking your hand with his thumb

Once dinner wrapped up, Jeonghan walked you back to your apartment and the two fo you were now standing in front of your door.

“Do you want me to stay tonight?” Jeonghan offered and you were about to agree when a thought hit you.

“Jeonghan was late for practice again today..” Mingyu said as the two of you met at a park earlier to catch up. The two of you were good friends since you saw a lot of each other in the modelling circuit and were often paired together due to age similarities. “Seungcheol had to talk to him about it since it was the second time this week…”

He turned to you and asked,”Hasn’t he been staying at your apartment?”

Looking down at the ground you nodded, Jeonghan was a heavy sleeper and the last few days he had refused to get up. You already knew that Seungcheol wasn’t your biggest fan and Jeonghan being late for practice when everyone knew where he was didn’t help either. Despite most of the boys understanding that it wasn’t your fault, it didn’t help that the leaders thought otherwise.

“Everytime I wake him up he goes back to sleep and I even kicked him out of bed today but he was still acting like a two year old and left at the last minute.” you sighed, “Maybe it’s best he stays at the dorm until your next set of schedules are over.”

Mingyu gave you a tight smile and nodded his head in agreement, “I think it’ll help the tension in the hyung line...Poor Joshua’s torn..” and the two of you let out simultaneous sighs. “It’s not you Y/N…”

“Yea, tell your leader that.” you muttered with a frown and shook your head, “I need to go...but thanks for letting me know Gyu..” you pulled on your hoodie and mask and started to walk away as Mingyu’s eyes followed you with worry.

“Don’t you have concert practice tomorrow morning?” you asked quickly and Jeonghan nodded his head.

“It starts at ten, so if I’m out of our place at nine I’ll make it on time.” he responded pulling you close to him, “Why don’t you want me to stay over?” he asked in a baby voice.

“O-of course I do. I just don’t want you to be late…” you started burying your face in his chest, “Plus I have an early schedule so I need to rest tonight too.” you ended not knowing where the last statement came from.

“Then we can rest together and I won’t be late don’t worry~” he said reaching behind you to enter the code to your apartment but you pushed him back slightly catching him off guard. “Y/N?”

“I kind of want to be alone tonight so I can prepare for the promotion shoot tomorrow.” you said with a smile that Jeonghan could tell was forced but he played along cause he saw how hard you were trying. He knew something was up with you but didn’t want to pry so he gave in.

“Okay..” he said leaning down to give you a heart melting kiss hoping to change your mind which you almost did but you remembered yours and Mingyu’s conversation and pulled back.

“Call me okay?” you said with a smile giving him one last peck on the lips before going inside leaving Jeonghan staring at your door in disbelief. You never turned down his offer to stay over and he knew that you loved every night spent together so why did you do it now? Did he do something that made you upset? No...you weren’t one to bottle up your emotions like him.

He knew your schedules were getting busier as your popularity grew and it’d been hard to meet one another but now that you were both on Korean soil, he took high advantage and spent almost all his time he could with you outside of practice.

As he made his way back to his dorms where he guessed he’d be spending the night, he thought about how you’d been acting as of late. He didn’t notice any changes in your attitude, you were still your cute and bubbly self but there were times where he would look deep in your eyes and notice that you were slightly distracted but would focus again once you realized he had his eyes on you.

Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of seven of five members in the living room watching a movie. Mingyu looked up from his position on the floor as if expecting him.

“Welcome home~”

“You didn’t stay at Y/N’s tonight?” Joshua asked making Jeonghan shake his head.

“She has an early schedule tomorrow and wanted to prepare and sleep early.” he responded with a sigh as he walked by the group not walking to talk any longer. Your attitude this evening had thrown him off and he was confused on what was going through your mind.

“Early schedule?” Mingyu questioned to himself quietly catching Seungcheols attention.

“What was that?” Seungcheol asked, knowing the relationship between the two model friends and that they were supposed to meet the next day for that same schedule but that wasn’t till later in the day.

“I met up with Y/N before she had dinner with Jeonghan today and she didn’t say anything about starting earlier...maybe the seamstress wants to take in the dress again..” he said, “Plus, I think she doesn’t want Jeonghan to be late for practice tomorrow so she used it as an excuse” he smiled at the leader before going back to the movie.

The next day you sent Jeonghan a good morning text before getting ready for the day. True to Mingyu’s word, your schedule was in the afternoon and you decided to tidy around your apartment to kill time.

By the time your manager arrived, you were dressed in sweats and a hoodie and ready to go.

“Geez Y/N, have you been forgetting to eat again these days?” she asked as she drove you through the streets of Gangnam, “We better drive a bit faster, they’ll probably want to take in your clothes again and re adjust before the shoot with Mingyu.”

“That’s fine” you said taking a sip out of your water bottle ignoring the food comment. You just hadn’t been hungry much as of late and work would sometimes make you forget to eat, you didn’t realize that you were losing so much weight...or did you..?

Looking down at your phone, you were reading comments in an article for your upcoming cosmetic promotion with Mingyu and came across ones saying things like:

“Y/N again? I thought she only did fast food CF’s”

“She’s gaining weight as fast as she’s gaining popularity lul”

“Jeonghan should just leave her now~ she’s at her peak and and will only fall. He can do so much better”

A sinking feeling took over your stomach, though you were more or less used to the negative comments, as of late they had been affecting you more and you couldn’t figure out why. Putting away your phone quickly, you turned to look out the window completely missing the concerned glance of your manager.

Once hair and makeup were complete, you were getting fitted for your outfits just as Mingyu was arriving with his manager and Minghao who had come to keep him company and to hang out.

As the two of you acknowledged each other, he couldn’t help but watch as the lead stylist sigh.

“We’re going to have to take it in another inch and adjust the straps again. Y/N you’ve literally lost an inch in two weeks….”

Mingyu’s brows furrowed as he studied your figure and had to admit, you were a lot thinner then you had been from the last time he saw you not in sweats and a hoodie and he suddenly felt concerned.

When the shoot began, the two of you acted as natural as you could and practiced your lines over and over until you got it perfect. Once the shoot was over and the bright lights turned off, you suddenly felt light headed tripped over a few cords as you made your way back to the dressing area. Thankfully Mingyu caught you just in time.

“Are you alright?” he asked noticing your pale complexion and you nodded standing up quickly.

“Just lost my footing.” you said grabbing the water bottle on the vanity and taking a sip, “You did really good today. It was a lot of fun to work with you again.”

“You too, though it was a bit harder to focus this time since your stomach kept going off.” he grinned on the outside but in the inside he was worried. “Didn’t you eat today?”

You immediately blushed at his question and started to think as to when you last ate and realized your last real meal was last night with Jeonghan and this morning you had your usual shake but it was almost 7pm now and it had been almost eleven hours since your last “meal”. But the odd thing you found was that you didn’t feel hungry but you guessed that your body was saying otherwise. That or you just got used to the feeling of being hungry that it got easier to ignore…

“I had my shake this morning but I can’t remember after that” you responded sheepishly. “Plus, I don’t feel hungry so it doesn’t really matter.” you looked to your manager and she motioned that it was time to leave. “I gotta go...but I’ll see you at the fashion show this weekend?”

“Why don’t we get a meal today? It’s been awhile since the three of us caught up.” Minghao suggested and you gave them an apologetic look.

“Sorry, I already have plans with a few people from my agency...why don’t we all go out after the fashion show?” you suggested instead and the two reluctantly agreed though Mingyu tried convincing you more.

“You know Jeonghan’s going to want you to himself after the show and we won’t even have a chance.” he whined and you knew he was right.

“I have the next two evenings free…” you said looking at the two and Mingyu automatically answered.

“We’ll have dinner, just the three of us tomorrow. No boyfriend.”

“Deal.” you said with a nod and looked at your manager who was tapping her foot, “Okay,I really need to go…” and with a quick wave you ran towards your manager.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan was at home staring at his phone in concern. He had been texting you all day but you had yet to respond which was very unlike you. He looked up to the sound of the front door opening and Minghao and Mingyu walked in passed the group seemingly in a deep discussion carrying it into the kitchen where the two got some drinks and started making food.

“She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days..” Minghao whispered, “You don’t think there’s anything going on do you?”

“I’m sure she would come to us if there was…” Mingyu whispered back, “But she did say she was going out with the others from her agency tonight so maybe she’ll eat then.. But she is thinner…”

“I should’ve said something last week when she and I went for coffee… she was wearing a dress that looked one size too big and I know that she only got it last month.” Minghao said biting his lip, “You don’t think….that…”

Mingyu automatically shook his head, “That’s crazy. She also had dinner with Jeonghan yesterday...I’m sure she’s fine…” he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you could see the concern even in her managers eyes…”

Jeonghan heard enough of the conversation and automatically went to his room to pack an overnight bag. He then went to Seungcheol who was playing games with Dino and asked.

“We don’t have any schedules tomorrow right?” he asked and Seungcheol thought for a moment before responding.

“Not unless your BooSeokSoon. Why?”

“I’m going out” he said, “I’ll be back later~” and he left with a wave.

“Where are you going?” Seungcheol asked already knowing the answer.

“Y/N’s. There’s something wrong with her and I need to figure out what.” Jeonghan answered antzy to get out the door.

“What’s the point?” the leader asked going back to his game.”You heard Ming Squared, she’s out with people from her agency, I’m sure she’s fine and you guys are overreacting…”

“How would you know?” Jeonghan shot. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that you avoided the dorm even though you were close with both Mingyu and Minghao. Despite him getting yelled at by Seungcheol for being late, it wasn’t a secret that the leader internally blamed you.

He wasn’t as blind as a lot of people thought he was and couldn’t figure out why the leader never gave you a chance to everything going on in the dorm. It was the main reason he spent so many nights at your place. To avoid it all. He knew that he and the leader were overdue for a talk but now was not the time.

“Instead of getting to know her like the rest of the members did over the last few years, you resent her because you think she’s the reason I’m late for practice all the time. News flash Choi Seungcheol, I make myself late. I accept the consequences for the last two days but just know that she has nothing to do with it.” he paused and took a breath calming himself down.

“I’m going to make sure my girlfriend is okay. I have my cellphone on me if it’s an emergency.” And with that, Jeonghan was gone.

“You should really get over your ego…” Dino’s voice chimed in “Jeonghan’s been late twice, big deal. Other members have a higher record and you aren’t on their butts.” He added, his eyes stuck to the screen, “I mean no disrespect...but the members can’t stand the tension between you two right now and Joshua’s torn….maybe try seeing things from Jeonghan’s eyes… he really really loves Y/N, you can see it through his actions… please.. if not for Jeonghan.. but for the team” qhe then stood up and went to the kitchen to see what Minghao and Mingyu were eating leaving Seungcheol in his thoughts.

Jeonghan got to your apartment and made himself comfortable. You were never one to stay out late so he expected you back around midnight if not earlier. What he didn’t expect was for a phone call from Monsta X’s Wonho who had been one of the people you were out with at 2am.

“Hello?” Jeonghan asked tiredly into the phone trying to wake up.

“Jeonghan? It’s Wonho...do you have the code to Y/N’s apartment?” the other asked over the line.

“I’m here right now… hold on.” Jeonghan hung up the phone and went to your door only to see you on the back of Wonho with one of your friends behind.

“What happened?” he asked leading the two to your bedroom where Wonho laid you down gently. “Why are you guys back so late and why is she this wasted?”

Wonho gave Jeonghan a look of concern,”She was at the lounge with her company and I was there with the guys and I saw her taking shots…”

“She kept drinking Jeonghan…” your friend added,”she said she ate with Mingyu and Minghao before hand and that she was fine. We got up to leave and she blacked out almost instantly...thank god Wonho saw and caught her in time…”

Jeonghan made sure to add that little tidbit to his notes...Mingyu and Minghao had come home right after the schedule so he was certain that you didn’t eat with them.

“Thanks for taking care of her guys. I’ll take it from here.” Jeonghan said with a nod as he lead the two out, “I’ll talk to her when she wakes up to see what’s up-”

He was cut off by the sound of a thump and you running across the hall to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

The three grimaced as the sounds of puking were heard from down the hall. “Good luck.” Wonho said with a pat and Jeonghan closed the door before making his way to the bathroom.

Kneeling down next to you, he moved your head to the side holding it in a ponytail as you turned to see the angel before your eyes.

“Hi there sir” you hiccupped, “Are you an angel?”

Jeonghan chuckled softly at how cute you were but winced when you emptied your stomach once more. “Baby, how much did you drink?”

“A bottle? Maybe half?” you responded head still in the toilet.

Jeonghan gave you a look that said he straight did not believe you. You held your alcohol well and this was unlike you. Despite wanting to ask, he knew you weren’t in the state to answer any questions. Gently lifting you up, he brought you to your bedroom and helped you change.

After getting ready for bed, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled your neck. “Is everything okay?” he whispered in your ear, his soothing voice waking you from your almost slumber.

“Hmmm?” you turned to face him and you felt his arms tighten around you bringing you as close as possible, “Jeonghan?”

Jeonghan had to let out a chuckle, you were really out it, “Who did you think it was? Do you have a secret lover I don’t know about?”

Ignoring his question, you snuggled his chest, “Mmmmm I love you…” you whispered drifiting off to sleep and Jeonghan shook his head and kissed the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of cooked food coming from your kitchen and was surprised to find Jeonghan making breakfast.

Mingyu had texted Jeonghan earlier that morning and let him know that Wonho had told him what happened. Mingyu told Jeonghan that they had offered to have dinner with you the night before but you had declined stating that you were going out with people from your agency.

The stories didn’t line up with what your friend had told him and the parting words Mingyu left him with hit him.

“She’ll probably be really hungry after a night like that. Maybe you should cook her a meal before she wakes up~”

He looked up at you and gave you that angelic smile of his. You had your hair in a messy bun with your glasses perched on your face.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” he said as he flipped the pancake. “How do you feel?” he asked walking over to you and handed you aspirin and water.

Gulping the combination down, you smiled tiredly as your stomach gurgled.

“Hungry?” he asked going back to the pancakes and you nodded your head with a smile.

“Starving…” you answered wrapping your arms around him from behind and watched as he finished up.

After turning off the stove, Jeonghan took your hands in his and turned himself around. Bringing you into his embrace, he rested his head on top of yours and hummed.

“Are you okay?” he asked and you tilted your head to look up at him.

“Slightly hungover but nothing out of the ordinary.” you responded as his nose touched yours.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” he said nuzzling the two together before pecking your lips. “But know that whatever it is, I’m here to support you.” he whispered and you suddenly felt guilty.

How could you tell your idol boyfriend that you were insecure about your two year relationship? That whenever other female idols were around him, you could tell that some had their eyes on him and had no care that he had a girlfriend (though they’d never act on it to avoid scandal).

It came with the line of work and it was no different on your end either. You were constantly paired with various male partners and you couldn’t imagine what it was like for Jeonghan to see his own girlfriend pose so intimately with his group member.

You insecurities caused the anxiety to build up which lead to you not wanting to eat as much as you used to. The bad thing was that because it was such an automatic trigger you didn’t realize that you had fallen back into the routine so quickly. Then there was your silent feud with Seungcheol which caused more stress for you because you knew it caused Jeonghan stress as well as the other members. You had even suggested to Jeonghan that you two break up in order to maintain the peace and Jeonghan had given you a VERY long lecture on how stupid an idea like that was but that just added to your worry.

“I’m fine, my periods coming soon so it must be the hormones.” you lied though he seemed take it for now.

The two of you sat on the island and enjoyed your breakfast after you confirmed he had no schedule today.

“I have dinner with Mingyu and Minghao tonight so I’m kicking you out.” you stated then you looked down at your plate, “Then I guess I won’t see you till the fashion show on Saturday…”

Jeonghan nodded. Seventeen were going to be the guest performers since Mingyu was going to be walking in the show. “Then you’re mine for five days after. I know for a fact that we both have clear schedules and I intend on spending every minute with you.” he gave you that look that sent shivers down your spine and you didn’t want to know what he had planned.

The two of you spent the rest of the day together, Jeonghan decided not to ask any questions as he saw you eat most of what he made for breakfast. As you kicked him out an hour before you were supposed to meet the two Ming’s for dinner, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong but decided to shake it off and made his way to meet Joshua for dinner whom he owed a huge thank you to.

Had he stayed any longer, he would’ve heard you running to the bathroom and once again emptying your stomach.

You were thankfully ready by the time Mingyu was at your door. Minghao was driving and was waiting in the car and as you closed the door to your apartment, Mingyu couldn’t help but comment.

“I though Jeonghan would’ve done a better job at cleaning up after you...it smells like puke in here”

Your eyes shot to the bathroom door which was opened and gently pulled him out the door. “Yea, he was too busy trying to make breakfast. Let’s go, don’t want to keep Minghao waiting.”

Dinner was eventful as the three of you caught up. Unbeknownst to you, Mingyu and Minghao were both observing how much you ate and were glad to see that you were eating a fair amount.

As you discussed the fashion show that weekend, the anxiety came as you realized that you already had your final fittings and stopped eating immediately as your stomach started to churn.

“Are you okay?” Minghao asked when you put down your chopsticks.

“Yea, just at my limit” you responded and Mingyu chuckled.

“Come on Y/N, you know you can eat more.” he said and you glared at him.

“The fashion show is in two days and the final adjustments were made. I don’t want to jinx anything…” you said biting your lip and Mingyu didn’t buy it.

“Eating more won’t make a difference Y/N.” he pushed and you kicked his shin hard under the table.

“I’m full Gyu” you responded more forced than not causing Mingyu to drop the subject as he noticed your demeanor changed.

After the two dropped you off, Mingyu walked you to your door and apologized.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that right?” he asked as you nodded know that he was coming from a good place. “I’m just looking out for you. We’re best friends and if anything’s bothering you and you can’t talk to Jeonghan about it. Know that you can come to me okay?” as you nodded again in response.

“I know...thanks for looking out for me Gyu.” you said giving him a hug, “I’ll see you Saturday.” you waved as you entered your apartment trying to hold back the urge to empty your stomach again.

When the day of the fashion show came, you were at the venue bright and early and towards the afternoon, Seventeen showed up for their soundcheck and to get ready. As you sat in front of the dressing table as your stylist got ready, Mingyu who had a spot next to you and several Seventeen members including to your surprise, Seungcheol came in with him.

You could feel the tension rise immediately2 but ignored the funny feeling in your stomach as Jeonghan greeted you.

“How is my angel today?” he asked as the members snickered.

“Please Jeonghan, keep the verbal PDA to a down low” Joshua said nudging his friend as you giggled but you stopped as your eyes met Seungcheols through the mirror and you were confused as to why he was glaring at you.

“I really don’t get that guy.” you muttered though Mingyu had heard you.

“Who, Seungcheol?” he asked. “Ignore him today, he and Jeonghan had a long talk yesterday and he isn’t pleased that the managers approved yours and Jeonghans little vacation.”

“Ah…” you said nodding your head, that explained things though it didn’t help ease your nerves.

The fashion show came and went with ease, Jeonghan had been concerned when he saw you slip as you got off stage but was thankful that Mingyu had seen the same thing and steadied you immediately.

You suddenly felt suffocated in the crowd of people and told Mingyu that you were going to the bathroom. There was a small break before Seventeen was to perform and you quickly ran to an empty hallway and emptied your stomach into a garbage can. Unbeknownst t o you,someone had seen you run off and followed you while witnessing the whole thing.

“Are you okay?” the voice asked and you recognized it immediately.

“Why do you care?” you asked trying to hide your embarrassment as you emptied your stomach once more and Seungcheol grimaced. “I’ll be fine. You can go now.”

“Sure and let Jeonghan rip my head off when you pass out.” he retorted and walked over to you gently holding your hair back. catching you by surprise. “Are you sick?” he asked and you could detect a hint of concern in his voice.

“Just the nerves getting to me.” you responded accepting the water bottle he handed you.

“I’m sorry…” he said suddenly and you looked at him confused. “Jeonghan and I had a long talk yesterday…”

Seungcheol went into detail about the slight jealousy he felt and how he didn’t know how to express it but to show resentment towards you to which he admitted was wrong to do in the first place and you in turn told him that your intention was to never put a brick between your friendship and that you cared for Jeonghan deeply and knew how important Seventeen was to him.

Your talk ended and all the air was cleared just in time as a manager came looking for Seungcheol. As the two of you made your way to the mainstage, you were happy that your nerves had settled around Seungcheol and the anxious feeling you had was gone but another one was on its way.

As you passed two other models, one made a comment which both you and Seungcheol caught.

“She looks like she’s going to pop out of that dress. Did she eat a full meal before the show started?”

Your eyes went down to your stomach which was slightly bloated after drinking the whole bottle of water and you had to hold down the nauseous feeling once again though in reality, there was nothing to puke out.

“Ignore them.” Seungcheol stated as he parted ways with you at your dressing room. “I heard that Jeonghan’s taking you to Jeju after the show. Enjoy your vacation.” he said with a smile, “And again… I’m sorry”

You shook your head and smiled at him, “I understand. We’re both okay now and that’s all that matters. We should grab a meal together sometime.” and the other nodded in agreement.

After everything was over, Jeonghan spent the night at your apartment and soon you were on an early flight to Jeju Island.

Standing on the balcony overlooking the ocean, you inhaled the fresh sea air feeling peace for the first time in a long time. Feeling two arms wrap around your waist, you felt Jeonghan rest his head on your shoulder as his arms held you close.

“Seungcheol told me that the two of you talked it out last night.” his voice had a happy undertone but there was something different about it. “He...also told me that you weren’t feeling well.”

He turned you around in his arms and held you so you were looking directly into his eyes. His eyes swam with various emotions, concern, worry and a hint of frustration and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

His hand fled your chin first as you tried to look away and you knew you were in trouble. He only ever got like this when he was dead serious and this was one of those times.

He’d speak to you in a soft gentle voice.

“Y’N~ I told you that whatever it is...you can come to me…I’m here for you honey..” he whispered tilting his head to the side, his smile still angelic as ever.

“I’m fine...the nerves from the show got to me last night and my stomach couldn’t handle it…” you said giving him and innocent smile and he didn’t buy it one bit.

The ping of your cell phone broke all train of thought and before you could take it out of your pocket, Jeonghan’s hand got to it first.

Jeonghan read the notification and scoffed. Suddenly everything made sense and his heart dropped. He held you at arms length and for the first time in a long time, he took a good look at you. You were smaller then you had been when you first met and he knew that it came with the industry but he heard from Mingyu that the seamstress had taken a total of three inches off within a three week period and that was unhealthy, even for his standards and he understood why.

You suddenly felt a sting to your forehead and you looked up at Jeonghan in shock.

“I-di-ot” he said and kissed the spot he flicked.

You were suddenly pulled into his arms and he nuzzled your neck holding you as close as humanly possible. He had to know that you weren’t going to disappear anytime soon. The thought came to his mind one day when you were overseas and he saw the news about a flight coming from your destination. He suddenly had a panic attack and instantly texted you and you were quick to let him know that your flight was delayed. It settled his nerves for a short period of time but he was the first person you saw the moment you exited the plane.

That night as you lay in his arms, Jeonghan let his mind wander to the thought of what if he had lost you that day? What would he have felt and how would he have coped? He looked down at your sleeping form which was perfectly molded with his and he knew he could never lose you because the thought of it instantly broke his heart.

“Are you crazy? Are you trying to break my heart?” he asked his voice in a whisper. “I know that you lied to Wonho and Mingyu that night. I know that you’ve been avoiding your meals. Your manager spoke with me last night and I don’t know what’s going on but if you can’t talk to anyone at your agency you can at least talk to me. Please Y/N...I can’t lose you…” his voice was almost begging at this point. The thought of losing you was hitting him so hard that the emotions were running on both ends though it was never his intention for it to go that way. He was supposed to have more control but feeling how small you felt against him scared him more.

His last statement triggered you as you felt yourself overcome with emotions. They were slowly building and you suddenly felt nauseous. Pushing Jeonghan away, you made a beeline for the bathroom and emptied your stomach. Jeonghan was right behind you holding your hair back and after you were sure you were done, you sat on the floor exhausted and Jeonghan held you as you cried. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure of hiding it and pretending that everything was okay.

Jeonghan sat silently, he knew that you were feeling guilty and it may have been his intention since he knew that it was the best way to get you to talk. He just didn’t expect the tears but knew that it was a step.

After a few minutes, you calmed down and felt Jeonghan kiss the crown of your head.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

After brushing your teeth and drinking A LOT of water, the two of you sat facing each other on the bed and you realized that opening up to Jeonghan was a lot easier than you had anticipated. The whole conversation started over the tabloid comments and he was furious that you were reading such things about yourself.

“The only opinion that should matter is yours Y/N. and mine but of course, yours matters more.” he stated firmly.

When it came to talking to him about the rumors you heard about the other celebrities, he brought you into his arms to that you were cradled in his arms and peppered your face with small kisses.

“Do not ever think that I would leave you. You are mine as I am yours. Do you understand? I love you. Only you. It’s going to take death” he paused and knocked on the wooden bedframe “for me to ever leave you. Understood?” he pushed his nose against yours and you saw the love but seriousness in his eyes making you nod.

Pecking your lips he pulled away with a smile, “Good.” Then his face suddenly turned serious, I want you to talk to me when you feel this way. Mingyu and Minghao are both worried about you too….you almost fainted on set and who know what would’ve happened if Seungcheol hadn’t been there.” he let out a breath and brought up the topic of your nausea.

You explained to him that it was stress related and that so far nothing really helped outside of not eating which meant that you barely ate during your schedules and would only eat normally on your days off. It had become a routine at this point and your body had become used to it.

Unfortunately, you realized this too late and whenever you tried to break the routine, the nausea would trigger. With the rumors involved with the other idols, you were afraid to confide in anyone incase word got out and put the burden on yourself which stressed you out more.

Jeonghan listened intently as you vented the thoughts you’ve held in for who knows how long. He felt hurt that you couldn’t even talk to him about how you were feeling and what you were going through. He saw how thin were getting and it was almost bored line worrisome and he knew that your friends were worried too but you were too stuck in your own little world to notice.

Silence enveloped the two of you as you took a big breath. Jeonghan thought before he spoke, he knew that it was a sensitive topic and took a deep breath.

“I don’t care what it takes, I’m going to help you through this okay? ” he started as he held your hands tightly, his thumbs rubbing circles on top of your knuckles. “I don’t care how long or what we have to do. We’re going to go through this together. Do you understand?” his voice was gentle but firm leaving no room for argument.

“I understand” you muttered as Jeonghan gave you a soft smile and pulled you into his arms and held you close.

“Now let’s enjoy our vacation, I have a full schedule packed of relaxation for you and that includes a couples spa day for the two of us tomorrow.” Jeonghan grinned as you kissed the side of his neck.

“Why aren’t you the romantic.” you deadpanned, “what’s the catch?”

“There’s an awards show that I was hoping you’d attend with me in a few weeks. I was hoping to butter you up with the spa day.” he admitted and you giggled,typical Jeonghan.

“Are you sure? Don’t you have to attend with your members?” you asked and he shook his head.

“I’m going as a guest and you’re my plus one. It’s to support DK’s theatre debut so a few of the other members will be attending but it’s not mandatory for us to attend together. Think of it as a date night where I get to show you off.” he grinned, “Let me spoil my beautiful girlfriend.”

You eventually gave in after a few kisses which eventually lead to the covers being pulled over and for the rest of your vacation, Jeonghan made sure to show and let you know that you were the only person in this world for him.

On the day of the awards show, Jeonghan arrived at your door dressed in pure white suit which had you do a double take to ensure that it wasn’t an angel coming to pick you up.

Jeonghan feeling much the same as he eyed your pure white gown, he was happy he convinced you to choose that dress as you were hesitant on getting it dirty but Jeonghan ensured you that no matter what happened to it he would cover the damages.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered pulling you close and you met him halfway in a kiss and he took your cardigan out of your hands and helped you put it on.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” you giggled and without further delay, the two of you were on your way to the awards show.

You had to calm your nerves as you and Jeonghan made your way through the red carpet. It was your first time being photographed together and you wanted to make a good impression as well as not to embarrass Jeonghan.

As if feeling your nerves, Jeonghan squeezed your waist and brought you closer to him as you posed for more photographs. To the tabloids, it looked like a sign of affection but you knew that it was Jeonghan’s way of showing you that he was there.

You were soon photobombed by Mingyu, Minghao and Seungcheol who had been a few steps behind you and the five of you posed for a group photo and feeling the comfort of your friends around you brought any anxiety you felt to a minimum which meant that the lunch you had with Seungcheol earlier that day managed to stay down.

At the after party, you excused yourself from Jeonghans side to go to the bathroom only to find a few of the models you noticed from the fashion show surrounding him as he graced them with his angelic smile though you were sure you were the only one who could notice the tenseness in his jaw.

You watched as they put their hands on his arm and you could tell they were obviously flirting with him and when one of them turned to look back at you with an innocent smile you knew that it was completely intentional.

Before any thoughts could come to mind, a hand on your arm caused you to turn and you were surprised to see Seungcheol standing next to you.

“I left him alone for two seconds to use the bathroom I swear” he said and you shook his head.

The day you had gotten back from Jeju, Seungcheol had asked you out for dinner the day after and you agreed hoping to talk things out more formally.

The talk ended up with good laughter and he told you that he knew what you were going through (Jeonghan sucked at keeping secrets) but said not to blame Jeonghan as he knew that everyone would’ve been worried otherwise, himself included. When you told Seungcheol about the other idols and models, he agreed that he had heard about the same things and promised to look out for moments exactly like this.

“Lets go get your man back shall we?” he asked offering his arm and you agreed taking it as he lead you through the crowd. As you passed by a group, Seungcheol swung you out of the way just in time as a glass of red wine just so happened to spill where you were walking.

The look of relief on Jeonghans face was evident when you showed up and he couldn’t help but shoot a remark to Seungcheol.

“I know you two are friends now and all but are you seriously trying to steal my girl?”

Mingyu and a few other Seventeen members laughed as Seungcheol shook his head.

“Of course not.” he said casually making eye contact with the girls at Jeonghan’s side. “Why would I ever want to break the Angel couple up?” he asked as you returned to Jeonghan’s side and his arm automatically wrapped itself around your waist.

“I think I’m ready to turn in for the night.” Jeonghan said looking at his watch, the girls still stood around your little group and shot obvious daggers around you but for once, it didn’t bother you. You knew that everyone had your back and supported you and Jeonghan and you could tell that Seungcheol was about to make a point.

“Why don’t you take Y/N home first? Let me know if you’re spending the night.” Seungcheol said and Jeonghan immediately quipped.

“I’m spending the night. Let’s go Y/N” Jeonghan said leading you away towards the coat check.

On the way back to your apartment, the buzz of your cellphone made you look down to see a text from Mingyu.

MG - They won’t be bothering you anymore ;) Enjoy your night

Y/N - Do I want to know..?

MG - Probably not….secret :)

Y/N - …..goodnight Gyu...thank you..

MG - Feel better...let us know if you need anything. Make sure Jeonghan takes good care of you

You looked up at Jeonghan from your place snuggled in his side and smiled as he pulled you closer. The recovery process was hard but your eating habits were getting back to normal...slowly. Jeonghan made it a point to show up at whatever local schedules you had to ensure you were eating properly (or at all) but also played the loving boyfriend part.

As much as you wanted to call him out on babying you, you knew it was his way of showing his love and you in turn loved him for it.

Letting out a sigh, you felt Jeonghan bring you closer to his side and whisper.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You played with the ring on his pinky as you muttered.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.”

In turn, Jeonghan squeezed your hand brought it up to his lips.

“I would be a fool to.” and you knew right then and there that this was the man your forever.

How was it? :)

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Immaculate

Chapter 6

Pairing: TOP X READER

He said nothing, then I tried to figure out what to do. I had never met a person like him... You know, a person who had suffered a lot, who had serious trauma, who didn't socialize well with people because he was too much scared for.

It was so difficult, everytime I was thinking about what to say and what to do... I didn't want him to be hurt anymore. I wanted to help, however I didn't know well how to do it.

I said nothing and went to pay the makeup, he followed me while holding hands. "Thank you" I said to the shop assistant then we left the store. We walked around, looking for clothes and stuff he probably would need.

"You look nice" I said, when he after many minutes he left the fitting room wearing an outfit I chose for him. Perhaps dress by himself was difficult... he spread his arms as for check out if the clothes suited him.

After the things I said in the makeup store he didn't talk to me, 'maybe I have done something wrong' I thought. He looked himself in the mirror, I walked towards him "I don't like it" he said as soon as I was behind him "oh! you can choose your clothes if you want, don't have to wear this' I said "No, no the clothes".

I looked at him confused "It" he pointed to his reflection "I don't like it"... Once again I didn't what to do... 'Is it possible that he hated himself?' I asked to myself.

"Hey, come here" I took his hand and entered again in the fitting room. I reached his makeup which was in my jeans' pocket, with my fingers I put some over his tattoo "It disappeared" he said with wide opened eyes "yeah...".

He looked different now, I mean he was not mad at me, but he was like if trying to avoid talking to me... However, now his expression was different.

"Better, isn't it?" I said, "took of the clothes, we'll buy these and then... Let's go home" he nodded.

Maybe we stayed just a little at the Mall, not as long as I had planned, but TOP seemed to be tired, and not enough fine to be there. That mall was not so far from my house, nevertheless I thought that next time we should go to another one, so less people would recognize us.

...

Finally I took a shower, could you believe that I forgot to? While I was in the shower, TOP was watching the TV of course I set up the child block so he wouldn't see the news... As I told you, news in these times are... Well, just very bad news.

When I finished changing my clothes I went to TOP's side when I sat down he shuddered, however when he saw my face he calmed down. "What are you watching?" I asked without mentioning his little shiver "a story about a boy and a girl" he said "it's a movie or a series?" I tried to have a longer talk with him "I don't know the difference" he told me "uhm, we can say that a movie is short compared to the series. A movie it's like a One-shot story and the series had many chapters sometimes" I said "oh... Then it's a movie" he told me watching the TV.

"_____" he said suddenly "yes?" I looked at him "why is he so nervous when she's around?" That was a love story... 'F*ck' I thought "oh... It's because he really likes her, and probably he fell for her" he tilted his head to one side as for trying to understand better the situation "And why isn't she nervous also?" He asked again "oh well, probably she haven't fall for him or she doesn't like him in that romantic way" he was watching carefully "But why?" He asked "sometimes you don't like people in that way, and sometimes viceversa, love is kind of complicated" he never looked at other direction "oh..." He said "so, what happens if you like someone and that someone doesn't like you in the same way?" He asked again as a little child, so many questions for me "well you reject them or you get rejected, sometimes hurts sometimes not so much. It depends on the person, on you, the situation".

The movie ended, fortunately it has a nice ending the girl finally fell for the guy... the typical history, nevertheless it seemed to be pretty new for TOP.

Time flies... the next day was the same. I woke up with a head over my chest and a nose buried on my neck. This time we were not so lucky so, I had to go to school.

Now TOP was more confident and not so much scared of me when he do simple things as drink some water, eat a fruit although he insisted on ask for my permission. I guessed he was recovering a little, I liked it.

At that moment he was at the kitchen looking for something. Suddenly, I heard a glass broking 'he's gonna cut himself' I thought as I went quickly into the kitchen.

That scene... He looked so scared trying to fix what he had done, he was terrified and some tears rolled down his eyes while he wanted to pick up quickly the small pieces of broken glass with trembling hands.

"TOP, don't worry I'll fix this, you could hurt yourself" I tried to reach his right shoulder he went back and covered his face with his arms "I'm so stupid" he said loud "Sorry, Don't... I didn't mean to" he yelled while sobbing hard.

His eyes were closed, he was kneeled still covering his face "sweetie, sweetie. I'm ____, don't you remember?" I touched his shoulder "ah" he yelled a little "TOP, TOP, let me see your hands, you have cut your hands" I was trying to convince him however he was panicked, he never looked at me, he was still sobbing hard and covering his face. "TOP, I need to treat your hands" blood started to fall over the floor "TOP, TOP, look at me" I said softly "please...".

I couldn't believe what was going on. The scene didn't let me think well, his bloody hands, his sobbing... 'what should I do?' I thought desperate. "Shh, it's okay sweetie" I hugged him tight, he shuddered violent and yelled when I reached his body.

...

Many minutes later he was less scared "____" he said, "what's wrong, my sunshine?" I told him sweetly "you..." He hesitated "you're not... Mad?" He asked shyly as he looked at my eyes with fear.

Maybe you are wondering why I hadn't took him to the doctor, well is complicated... He was a 'robot' and if his 'owner' had gone to the police station to file a complain or a missing report. I probably could had been arrested for 'stole someone's property' and him by that time could had been returned to them. I didn't want to say this, but if he escaped he would had been punished and by seeing his injured body he could be probably tortured and then killed by them.

I didn't know if he escaped, however just think about it: if he escaped or was just left in that place, he was now with me... and that horrible person would think he tried to escape anyways. I couldn't had be able to do anything also I would be in jail and maybe... by the time I could had get out, he could be died. I had to think carefully what to do, I had no more than one chance and if I fail well... you know the rest.

Of course I was thinking about going to see my aunt, she is a doctor. I knew that she will understand and that she was going to help us.

At that day we had to visit my aunt's house sooner than I expected, the reason? TOP started to vomit when he calmed down after broke the glass of water, he threw a blood cot. His mouth was full of blood and he's teeth completely crimson colored.

His t-shirt and jeans were covered with his mouth's and hands' blood. I were so much scared "oh my God, TOP" I helped him to stood up, I almost run for the first aid kit, quickly I washed his hands in the kitchen's sink, and treated his cuttings. He seemed he was not understanding what was happening "TOP, sweetie we have to go to the doctor".

Hey there! These is Alex, sorry again for the late updating... Sometimes varsity is not easy. However, hope you enjoy this chapter. Maybe I update again tomorrow.

Thanks for all your love ❤️

(fun fact: today I was writing this in class and my friend David tried to know what I was doing. Then he asked me and I said "none of your business" he tried to figure out again "is it a love letter?" He insisted many minutes that it was a love letter although I said it wasn't "aww you're writing this for someone, let me help ya, you always help me" he insisted on saw what I was writing. Then I told that was something for practicing English I was not going to tell him I write fanfiction, lol. Then I continue writing, and he tried to see again, so I covered my writing with the notifications bar "why you cover it, after all I don't speak English" he said) Maybe it was not fun at all, but in Spanish I guess was funnier 😂💞

Love y'all 🐾❤️🦊💞

Alex

#t.o.p x reader #t.o.p angst #bigbangxreader #bigbang angst #bigbang stories #bigbang #kpop stories #kpop angst #kpop x reader #kpop #t.o.p

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fallout4holmes · 7 years ago

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Far Harbor 7

Valentine and I returned to Far Harbor in the morning to find a Miss Nanny model robot talking to Captain Avery. The robot introduced herself as Pearl, and said she was looking for a detective. Apparently the staff at the hotel on the cliff were distressed by the lack of a response when they tried to call the police.

A staff of robots who hadn’t realized the world had ended, and now wanted help with a murder investigation. At least it was different. The hotel was swarming with ferals, as should have been expected. In fact, I assumed this whole thing was simply going to be a macabre misunderstanding, an example of a robot's programming unable to adjust to dramatic change.

Then we saw the Vault door.

“Well, well,” said Valentine, “this place just got a little more interesting.”

“Indeed. I shudder to think what sort of experiments they had planned for the hotel residents.”

Never in my wildest nightmares could I have conceived what we found inside. The Vault was a plush luxury hotel, every possible need of its residents tended to by a staff of robots. We were met by the head of staff, a Mr. Handy called Maxwell, who led us to the scene of the crime where two of the… residents, were arguing.

“Goodness,” Valentine said.

“I would have used much stronger language,” I muttered.

“No need to be crass while we're working.”

“Normally I'd agree, but this seems an appropriate exception.”

The residents were human brains encased in glass domes atop mechanical cylinders with simple robotic arms and caterpillar wheels. They could speak, and did so, shouting at each other around the toppled form of another one, the glass protecting the brain smashed in. Maxwell managed to interrupt, asking them to return to their quarters while the detectives investigated.

“Your residents are robots?” I asked as they left.

“Not robots, Detective. Well not exactly anyway. I believe the term they use is 'robobrain.’ Back before the war, the residents decided the best way to wait it out was to put their brains inside robotic chassis.”

“I guess someone wasn't a fan of robobrains,” Valentine commented as he looked down at the smashed glass, “At least not this one.”

Maxwell gave us the name and occupations of all five remaining “robobrains” and we began. It was surreal, to put it lightly. No, I must be honest, it was mad. We found the Overseer’s office and learned the Vault was originally intended as a grand social experiment; a lower working class would be housed in a cramped wing of the Vault while an elite rich lived in luxury… but the door wouldn’t open when it came time for the masses to enter. As Maxwell said, the rich residents had decided even before the war to gain immortality as robobrains, and so the Overseer was stuck as the sole experiment, the one person who had to live with ‘these assholes’ as he put it. For their part, the robobrains descended into a mild madness of delusion and banality… until one of them decided to commit murder.

There were limited options as to who the killer could be, and the solution was ultimately fairly simple, though certainly unique. I’d never had a case where the murderer stole the victim’s voice to fake his own death before. Ultimately, Vault 118 was a surreal, macabre distraction from the drama of the island. It was almost refreshing to deal with something as straightforward as murder born from greed, as terrible as it may be to say so. At the same time, Vault 118 is little more than a lush Hell of its residents’ own devising.

We returned to town and were met by Dr. Wright. Teddy, as he insists I refer to him, heard about what I’d done to assist around town, and had an idea for turning around the town’s attitude toward me. There is an old ritual called “The Captain’s Dance,” a ancient rite of passage that hasn’t been completed in a long time. It involves chumming the water and fighting what comes. If I can complete it, it’ll earn the respect of the town.

Valentine is doubtful. I wanted another opinion, so I went to the best source of information on Far Harbor and the island. Longfellow’s initial response was not encouraging.

“You want to what?! Cap’n, I know you can handle yourself in a fight, but there’s a reason this old tradition faded away. Too many people hoping to be Captain ended up dead.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, “But will it work?”

“Assumin’ you don’t die, sure it’ll get people to respect you, but why the hell do you care?”

“I don’t give a damn about their opinion of me, Longfellow. To be perfectly blunt, the people in that town need a reminder that monsters can be fought and beaten, and maybe not every stranger that comes to town is trouble. I’m tired of seeing nothing but suspicion and despair everytime I say hello to someone.”

He sighed, and turned to Valentine, “And you’re just going along with this, metal man? Ain’t you supposed to be his friend?”

Valentine was mildly offended, “You think I haven’t tried to talk some sense into him?”

“You’re stronger than him, ain’t ya?”

“Not particularly fond of the idea of knocking my partner unconscious,” he frowned. “You’re welcome to try locking him up, but he’ll get out.”

The old hunter scowled. “… well, hell, cap’n, if you’re dead set on this foolishness, I guess I’m gonna have to go along with you. Can’t have your death hauntin’ me, got enough reasons to drink as it is.”

I was not cavalier, I knew exactly how dangerous this undertaking would be… I thought. After all, I'd defeated everything that has tried to eat me so far. This would be dangerous, but survivable. I had plenty of ammunition, a few grenades, and friends at my back. There was no sign of an angler’s light, no sound of a Fog Crawler in the distance, just a swamp full of mirelurks.

I should have anticipated the queen.

And yet she fell… and so did I, collapsing as my head spun and vision fogged. I heard Valentine shouting in the distance, and then he was beside me, “Holmes! Sherlock? Oh thank god you’re alive.” I felt the familiar jab of a stimpak in my shoulder, and another in my leg. My sight cleared as he gripped my shoulders, worry and anger all over his face, mere inches from mine, “You are an absolute idiot! If you weren’t half dead I’d… I don’t even know what I’d do!”

I had no words to adequately express what I felt in that moment, and only one reaction seemed reasonable. His lips against mine felt like something between malleable plastic and supple leather worn by the elements. “I'm sorry,” I said. At his baffled scowl, I clarified, “For scaring you. You're right, this was an idiotic plan.”

“That suggests you had a plan to begin with. I said you were an idiot, period.” His hand clasped mine. “If I could have heart attacks, I'd have had three of them since meeting you. Can you stand?”

I could. Longfellow shook his head as we approached, bemused. “You’re a strange one, cap’n, no mistake. Come on, let's get you back. Reckon the witness the doc sent will get back long before we will.” The old hunter chuckled, “Should have seen the way he ran out of here.”

We made our slow way back to Far Harbor in exhausted silence. The people were assembled, a feast set, and Dr. Wright was giving a speech about me. Cheers went up all around as a Harborman confirmed I'd completed the 'dance' and killed a mirelurk queen, and the party began.

Dr. Wright confirmed I wasn't going to die, and quipped, “If they don't respect you now, well, fuck 'em.” It was a sentiment I heartily agreed with.

I milled about, making an appearance and performing the socializing expected just long enough to claim exhaustion and go up to the room over the Last Plank. Valentine followed.

“First time I’ve seen this town in a good mood. Almost makes this dumb stunt worth it.”

I pulled off my chest piece with a groan, “You’ve made your point.”

“Hey, hold still.” The contrast of leathery plastic and cold steel on my back as he pushed up the edge of my shirt surprised me. He tsked, “Your armor’s straps rubbed the skin raw. Being constantly soaked the past few days probably didn’t help.”

I set to removing the rest of my armor, “I hardly noticed.”

“We’ll have to buy you a new set of clothes.”

“The clothes will have dried by morning.”

“My point was to get you out of wet clothes in the first place…”

He was suddenly quiet as I removed my shirt. I glanced at him, “Is something wrong?”

“I'm not sure.”

“You did say I needed to get out of these wet clothes.”

“Holmes, you don’t even come downstairs in your own home unless you’re dressed or in a robe to cover the fact you’re only mostly dressed.”

I removed my boots and socks, “The two of us are alone in a room above a bar on the fringes of what might be described as civilization. My desires for privacy and propriety are second to my need to be dry for an evening.”

“And you'd rather be naked than wear a fisherman's outfit.”

“What? Of course not, it simply wouldn’t be practical. There’s no point in spending caps on a full set of clothes I’m only going to wear one night, perhaps two.”

“Sure, sure,” he grinned. He watched me search for some sort of blanket for the bed, his grin fading to something softer, more self conscious. “Hey, Holmes… about the kiss.”

“What about it?”

“You aren’t usually the type for physical displays of affection.”

I scoffed, “The fact that I choose to keep my most intimate emotions private from the rest of the world doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”

“I wasn't saying otherwise. Just surprised.”

I sighed, “I apologize, it was a common assumption for most of my life. I'd never seen you so panicked, I was relieved to be alive, and…” I shrugged, “even I have moments of emotional impulse.”

He softly laughed to himself, “I guess I'm making this more complicated than it is.”

I tossed the threadbare excuse for a quilt I’d found onto the bed and turned to him, “May I remind you, Mr. Valentine, the idea of us being partners in more than the business definition was originally your suggestion.”

He folded his arms, “While you cracked wise about being on one knee.”

“I simply want to establish that any confusion in our relationship is your fault.”

“Ha! Any relationship with you is going to be confusing. Half the time I don't know what possessed me to fall for you.”

If I can be forgiven for using such a cliche, my heart leapt. “I wonder that myself. God knows you deserve better than -”

“Shut up, Sherlock.”

His kiss was firm, his arms circling around to pull me close. I let the boundaries fall, melting against him. A soft heat emanated from his chest, along with the faint hum of internal machinery. It was exquisite.

“Are you always this warm?” I asked.

“Running a little hot right now, actually. Must be a kink in the coolant system.”

I pulled away just enough to see his face, “Was that a joke?”

He grinned, “Yes, that was a joke. I don't feel… what I guess you'd call lust, but some part of me sure wants to. If you were a dame, at least I might have some idea of what to do next.”

I stifled a sudden laugh, “Dame??”

“Don't make fun of the way I talk, you're almost as bad as Danse.”

“I’m not nearly so verbose.”

He smirked, “Whatever you say, doll.”

“Valentine, if you ever call me ‘doll’ again, I will respond with violence.”

He laughed, “Got it.” Metal fingertips traced the side of my face in pure awe, “Any thought of love was all memories, just the old Nick’s grief… but you. You’re mine.”

I turned my head to kiss his hand, “For as long as you’ll have me.”

He kissed me again, and made a small sound of surprise as I coaxed a deeper kiss from him. His mouth is warm and dry, tongue like soft rubber that tastes of smoke and something slick and metallic and unidentifiable. I was quickly losing whatever semblance of physical control I'd had.

“Nick…” I’m not sure I knew what I was asking for, but I was begging.

His hands drifted lower, slowly seeking permission and giving me plenty of time to change my mind. “You sure about this?”

“Yes… if you want,” I suddenly analyzed everything about the scene, panicked that a partner who can't feel lust would feel forced or obligated…

A gentle force on my jaw turned my eyes to meet his. “I’d like to see if I can make you stop thinking for two minutes.”

I shivered, “Only two?”

He smiled, “One step at a time, partner.”

He's buying clothes this morning. Mine are dry, but desperately in need of a wash. And so I woke to him leaving, a quick kiss as he said, “We can afford clothes, one use or not. Go back to sleep.” I didn’t have the energy to argue.

I've never been more affectionately bemused at the sight of bruises on my skin. I have not often craved physical contact with anyone; my marriage was one of intellectual companionship and deep friendship. I remember being in her arms or holding her in mine, the proximity to someone I love a unique comfort, but this…

I love him. I already knew it, but seeing it written…

Dear god, I'm prattling away into a diary like a lovesick schoolboy when there's work to be done.

#fallout 4 #sherlock holmes #crossover #fan fiction #nick valentine #far harbor #i rewrote that scene so many times and i’m still not sure it’s right

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mollymavich-blog · 7 years ago

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@followthenolan

Stay With Me

Molly returns to Nolan after the Mystery Inc. meeting is over.

Of course, it wasn't until after she left the Times, driving back to Nolan's, that she realized she should have just stayed. The angry flush in her cheeks was now equal parts frustration and embarrassment as she let herself into Nolan's house, listening for the sound of anyone's voice as she walked down the stairs. Instead of lingering Mystery Inc. members, she was greeted with the sight of Nolan sprawled out on the couch, a bottle and glass his only companions. She reached for him, slid her thumb across his cheek, turned his head gently towards her. "Hey baby," she whispered.

The meeting had been a whirlwind of confusion, chaos, and stress. Nolan could barely handle it when it was normal without a drink, and now, he needed about twenty. At first he had poured himself glasses of whiskey, but then had decided on just taking the bottle. It was much easier that way, anyway. By the time the bottle was nearly empty from it's original 1/3 remaining, he had settled himself onto the couch. Eating half a piece of pizza before he was nearly asleep, he only shook awake when he felt the warm touch of Molly. Still drunk, he frowned at her sight, then scoffing out, "Oh, I thought you were too busy, baby." he slurred out.

Molly sighed, too fond, way too fond at her angry, half passed out boyfriend. Christ, she was in trouble. "I know, you're mad at me," she said lightly. "But let's get you up stairs so you can get comfortable, okay?" She considered herself experienced in talking to pissed off drunk people, and she reached for him again, wondering if getting him upstairs was really an option if he was as drunk as he looked.

"Ugh," Nolan groaned out, eyes rolling back in his head, but really -- it was Molly. He stayed mad at her usually as long as he stayed in the same outfit that day. When she reached out for him, he pulled her on top of him instead. "I am comfortable, Mol." he insisted. Picking the bottle up and offering it to her, his eyebrow ticked up, "Maybe if you drink some with me, you'll stick around this time and not go running off to whoever that was." he said, tone suspicious as he looked over her.

Molly fell into Nolan's lap with a huff, but when he spoke, any spark of playfulness left her eyes. "Hey, none of that," she admonished, pulling the bottle out of his hand and placing it on the table with a thump. "You know you're the only man I want. You wanna play it like that?" she asked. "You know who last touched me. You know."

Nolan nearly whined when the bottle was taken away from him, then letting out a frustraing breath, his chest rising and falling visibly. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he wasn't being reasonable. Molly had teased him ever since they met and now that they were together, she had seemed even happier. However, drunk Nolan was drunk Nolan. "Then why did you leave? Where did you go?" he sat up more, "Harper came here. There's a list circulating with the demons about us. It's all my fault and you just left."

Molly shifted, tightening her thighs around him so that he couldn't stand up. "Harper?" she gave a little gasp. Shit. She'd really fucked up tonight. She shook her head, her hands moving to rub Nolan's shoulders. "Jess was just sitting there, and I felt so..." she trailed off. "All this time I've spent at the Times, and I didn't even know they were putting out front page news about Jess's dad. I was pissed, and I thought I was making it right," she leaned in to kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "Tell me what I can do."

"Yeah, Harper. She was going on and on about Athena, Michael, Catherine. I needed a fucking lobotomy just to look at her," he complained with another groan at the thought of it. He wished he could take another sip at the thought of it, but, the bottle was too far away. His shoulders and head fell back into the couch once again as she began to massage them, feeling guilty once more that he had been the way he had with her. Her explanation, yeah, it made sense. Nolan sighed, "Fuck, Molls, I--I just don't like it when you're not around." Nolan watched, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she began to kiss him, then chuckling. One of his hands that had rested itself on her thighs moved to the hand on his shoulder, intertwining the two. "Mm, move in with me," he tilted his head to catch her lips, half serious and half too deleriously drunk.

In the back of her mind, she filed away reminders to look into what Harper was doing bothering Nolan and the team again, and what that business with the demons was. She continued to rub Nolan's shoulders, the beginnings of a plan sparking inside her. Nolan was taking on too much, he was always taking the heaviest burden, carrying the hardest weight. If she wasn't careful, who knows what could happen to him. He was always talking about keeping her safe, keeping Mystery Inc. safe, that he'd kill himself right in the process. Lord knows he needed just as much protecting. She kissed him deeply, then pulled away just enough so that their foreheads touched. He was drunk, he didn't mean it, and she refused to be hurt by that. "Baby, you drink too much," she grinned, truth lingering just under her smile.

He easily slipped back into his role of doting boyfriend once Molly was around but really, when she said that, he could feel himself once again become agitated. Nolan did not grin along with her, frowning at her as he paused to search her face to determine if she was joking or not. He let out a husk of a chuckle, "Molly, don't say shit like that," he slurred to her, kissing her once again, although just a teeny bit harder, some of the agression he felt from her comment seeping in. Pulling away, he spoke again, "I deserve a drink sometimes, baby. It's hard." Nolan mumbled to her.

"Yeah?" she asked, her ever patient girlfriend routine starting to wear around the edges. "So I get home to my boyfriend who's drunk off his ass," she kissed him back, feeling the tension through his body. "And I get him accusing me of running off to some other guy," she was being mean now, but she didn't particularly care. "And then acting like he wants me to live with him, and I can't say anything?" she kissed him on the lips, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and biting it. "You don't think that hurts my feelings?"

She was kissing him, but Nolan felt the anger in her words, and his intoxicated mess of a brain could barely make sense of what to say back to her. This was a side of Molly he didn't particularly like to be the blunt end of. As she continued kissing, his own kisses grew weaker and weaker, until he was barely reciprocating. When she was done, he took her by the waist, moving her so he could fully sit up, and then, pushing her away as he stood up and turned away from her. "How do you know I'm not being serious, huh? How do you know I won't wake up and mean it?" he finally turned back to her, arms outstretching. "How do you know I'm not fucking anxious as shit everytime you walk out my door? That when you leave my heart races thinking something is going to happen to you again, Molly?" he said, clearly angry as the veins in his neck swelled. "I'm-- I didn't actually--" he felt himself getting flustered, rubbing over his eyes as he swayed slightly. "Fuck, I just want things to work out for once!" he finally exclaimed, a mix of frustration and guilt.

Molly wasn't sure how far they'd take it-she'd come in to put him to bed and now she was feeding off his agitation, making it worse. She didn't like it when they were like this, but sometimes she felt her mouth moving and just couldn't stop it. Something deflated in him, and she waited curiously to see what was going on now. Maybe he really was ready to sleep, would let Molly take him upstairs and undress him and in the morning they wouldn't really talk about this conversation. But when she spoke, her mouth dropped open. "Hey, hey," she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, shhhhhhh. I'm fine, nothing's going to happen to me. I want to live with you, I do. And we'll be fine, okay? We're gonna be fine."

He didn't even realize Molly was there before she was suddenly at his side, comforting him, and in his intoxication was soothed once more. He was too exhausted to fight; too emotionally broken and dazed to think about anything next. He wanted to cry but not in front of Molly -- once in front of the gang had already been enough for him. Nolan let out a large breath, trying to steady himself. "You don't have to do that," he choked out, looking down at her. He embraced her back, nodding. Looking down to her, he kissed her on the forehead. "We should go to bed, baby."

Molly had a feeling that any reassurances she tried to offer now wouldn't be fully believed. Nolan looked utterly wiped out by the evening's events, and was probably tearing himself up with guilt just this moment, thinking she was going along with his idea to move in out of pity. Well, they had time, and Molly planned to do everything she could to show him how serious she was. She could get creative. But for now, he needed to rest, and she needed to ask around and figure out what exactly happened with harper and the demons. When he spoke, she leaned up and kissed him, and realized with sudden clarity that there was a very specific word for how she felt about Nolan. "Come on," she said, starting towards the stairs, one of his hands locked in hers. "I've got you."

Nolan recirproated the kiss, "I'm sorry I yelled," mumbling onto her lips. So patient, so doting, and he had flipped out on her and accussed her of cheating in one night. The joys of millenial dating, he would chock it up to tonight. As she grabbed his hand, he smiled down at her, "You always do, baby." chuckling out, cheeks red at the thought of her tiny frame having to carry him up in the event he had really been that drunk. As they arrived to the top of the stairs and began towards the bedroom, he brought her hand up to kiss the back of it, "I do love you, Molly. I will in the morning to." he said, still slurred words, but genuine grin on his face. "Stay with me tonight -- and text back Thigs. He's been bothering me all night."

"It's okay," she accepted his apology with no hesitation. She led him up the stairs, wondering what on earth she'd have to do to convince him to take a day off. She'd keep him home, watch him and made sure he rested, talk to him and make him laugh, kiss every inch of him. Her ideas were cut short though, when Nolan brought her hand up to his lips. She giggled, she couldn't help it. "I love you too," she replied, moving the rest of the way his-their-room. "I'll be sure to check on him," she said, lifting the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. She smoothed her hands down his chest and reached for his buckle. "I thought I told you I wasn't going anywhere?"

Nolan smiled wide at her reciprocation, and happily let her undress him. Of course, they wouldn't be having sex, but it was still nice to watch as she did. It meant she cared. When she reminded him, he laughed, "Oh, yeah." having momentarily forgotten that he had already asked her too. He was all over the place. Biting down on his bottom lip as he touched his chest, he chuckled, "Don't get too excited, now." he teased. Once he went for the buckle, he fell back into bed, letting her tug his jeans off him.

Molly rolled her eyes, but a smile was already spreading on her lips. "Go to sleep," she said, mock stern. She slipped her phone out of her pocket and headed for the door, so the light from her phone wouldn't disturb him. "I'll see you in the morning," she promised.

#dc: nolan #dc: stay with me

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forevercaroline · 8 years ago

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Assassins in love

For Angie @thetourguidebarbie birthday last month, I wanted to have this done last month but real life got in the way.

Xxx

A blonde woman walks out of a club smiling ear from ear and the happiest she’s been in four months.

Xxx

“Caroline’s been taken. The only thing left behind is this I don’t know what it means.”

Elena hands Damon a napkin with claw marks and a drawing of a tiara on it Damon out of shock drops the napkin. “ They’re real. I only thought they were a myth.”

With Elena’s confused look Damon explains “This is the mark of the biggest mob family to ever exist, The Mikaelsons. Nobody has ever seen them they work in the shadows rumor has it anyone who has gone up against them or have business with them have been ripped apart. Rumor has it the mob in New Orleans run by Marcel Gerald tried to get rid of two of the Mikaelsons they were killed every single one of them except Marcel. They leave one person alive so they can tell everyone to not mess with the Mikaelsons or get killed. This mark is the symbol of Klaus and his wife it is rumored that Klaus is not human hence the claw marks and the Taira symbolizes his wife as queen.”

“They have Caroline she is my best friend I’m getting her back.”

Damon reaches out to her before she can storm away on a suicide mission. “I forgot to tell you one more thing about them they killed my brother Stefan. I spent years trying to find them to avenge his death but after they kill someone they vanish like they were never there.”

Xxx

“Why did I have to be the one who infiltrated the Salvatore family to see if they are still looking for us?”

“Because my love you were the only one who could you have the most trustful face.”

Klaus and Caroline are in the training room, Caroline’s sword goes over Klaus’ pushing his sword down she gets in his face. “ They don’t talk about him anymore too painful, they think your a monster. Plus Elena is clueless which made my job so easy.”

Klaus flips Caroline on to her back her sword clangs to the floor a few feet from her he points his sword at her throat. “ Good job will they come looking for you?”

Caroline puts her foot between Klaus legs and brings him down to the floor and flips them so she’s straddling him she leans down so she’s nose to nose with him. “If they do can we kill them. I want Elena.”

“ So blood thirty my love. Elena is all yours.”

Caroline reaches in her thigh strap and takes out the dagger she had and places to Klaus throat. “I am a Mikaelson.”

Klaus flips them so he’s on top between her legs which are around his waist keeping him there, holding the dagger to her throat he leans down and kisses her.

Xxx

Elena has been pacing all through out the Salvatore boarding house for days. When Damon comes in “ Have you found her yet?”

“ No but I’ve sent some of my guys to a warehouse I’ve heard the Mikaelsons like to use when they’re in town.”

“ What if the Mikaelsons already killed her?”

Damon comes over to her and puts his hands on her arms “ Elena we will get Caroline back and she will be alive.”

Xxx

Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert are wandering around this abandoned warehouse Jeremy pushes the button on his earpiece to tell Damon the building is clear when he hears “ Three against one that’s not fair-”

Caroline jumps down off the railing two stories up she lands on her feet and looks up at the guys" -for you.“

Tyler is shocked by Caroline’s appearance here, he like Elena wanted caroline to be alive he’s flirt with her and everytime she has turned him down he doesn’t understand why she won’t go out with him, Caroline is in dark pants with holsters for her knifes and throwing stars, and a white tank top. ” Caroline your alive.“

Matt and Jeremy have been in this business long enough to know the look Caroline is giving them means they will be killed soon and they don’t want to die. They joined the Salvatore’s mob because they don’t kill people like other mobs do.

They have been backing up slowly to the exit when Caroline throws two throwing stars right Into their hearts.

Tyler looks at his friends laying on the ground with throwing stars imbedded in their chests then at the blonde who is totally un phased that she just killed two people. “Caroline you killed them.”

“ Yes your next you trespassed, trespassers get killed. Now are you going to run and we can have some fun or are you going to be boring and just let me kill you.”

Tyler runs back to the door “ I love it when they run.” Caroline throws another throwing star and it lands in his back he falls to the ground dead.

Xxx

Damon is in the club the Salvatore mob works out of and over the coms he hears “ Three against one that’s not fair… For you.”

He knows that voice it’s Caroline. He hears “ Caroline your alive.”

Then he hears rustling then a thud. He knows that thud all to well it’s the noise a body makes when it falls to the ground dead. He hasn’t killed anyone since his brother was killed. When Stefan was killed it really changed Damon he changed not only his lifestyle of being a murderous mob member to a less killing more trading mob member.

He doesn’t know how to tell Elena that her friend is alive but she just killed to his knowledge two of his guys and the one he knows that one of the people Caroline did kill is Elena’s cousin.

Xxx

Caroline enters the ball room and sees the whole family is fighting with swords, Bo-staffs, and truncheons she grabs her extendable baton and joins In.“ Three of Damon’s men found us I killed them they’re downstairs.”

Kol’s sword goes over her baton trying to get it out of her hand. “ Let them come it’s been a while since we’ve had a good fight and I’m just itching to kill someone.”

Katherine draws her Bo-staff fighting Rebekah and Freya who have knifes and daggers.“ I agree. Damon and his men need to get over themselves and accept it we are better than them and they will never find us and all because they think we killed Damon’s brother. Yes we were there that night but we didn’t kill him.”

Caroline bends down and whirls her baton in a circle knocking everyone on their backs. Klaus jumps up and kisses her then looks at their family on the ground. “ Damon wants a fight then thats what we are going to give him. Everyone get ready for a fight and remember hold nothing back.”

Xxx

Damon and his right hand man Enzo are in Damon’s office when Alaric puts a letter on his desk. Both Damon and Enzo look at the letter it’s addressed to Damon Salvatore, from Klaus Mikaelson.

Damon and Enzo share a look they have no clue what could be in that letter, they are also a little hesitant to open it, it could have one of Caroline’s fingers in it. They don’t know, they do know the Mikaelsons are dangerous and they wouldn’t put it pass them to send a finger as a warning.

Damon hesitantly picks up the letter and feels it, it feels smooth so no finger he opens it and all that’s inside is a piece of paper.

“Mr. Salvatore I must start this letter off by saying I commend you for never giving up your search for my family and I. Now I have heard that your latest search for my family and I have been because you think that along with killing your brother we also took your girlfriends best friend Caroline. I am also aware that since your brother was killed you do not kill anymore so I propose a trade Caroline for ending this fun game of cat and mouse. If you agree to the trade meet me at the warehouse where you send your guys to their death. Sincerely Klaus Mikaelson.” There is a claw mark and a tiara next to Klaus’ name.

Damon and Enzo share a look of apprehension “ What should we do?”

“We first need to tell Elena her friend is alive and that we are going to get her back. But knowing Elena she will want to come with us to trade and I don’t want her hurt.”

“So your going to the warehouse to get Caroline back are you sure that’s a good idea.”

“ Elena wants Caroline back, me on the other hand I don’t care if we get Caroline back since Caroline came in to our lives four months ago something always seemed off about her. Like how she never spoke of her family or how that guy that was bugging them last month Caroline twisted his arm behind his head and whispered in his ear and the look on the guys face he was scared of her and hasn’t bugged them since. Or since Caroline’s appearance in the club four months ago she is only really genuinely nice to you.”

When Klaus sent Caroline to infiltrate the Salvatore’s at first she refused but he talked her into it and when she went to the club she formed a genuine friendship with Enzo because he reminded her of her family. As for Elena, Caroline couldn’t care less about her but put on a good show to pretend to be her new best friend. Caroline would snuck Into Damon’s office to check on his dealings and report them to Klaus.

Xxx

They walk into the living room and see Elena and Bonnie sitting on the couch. “ Ladies Caroline is alive.”

Elena looks up at Damon smiling still worried about her friend. “ Where is she?”

“Still with the Mikaelsons. But there’s something else that you should know. I sent Tyler, Matt and Jeremy to a warehouse that I heard the Mikaelsons take up residence when in town they didn’t come back and I heard over on Jeremy’s com Caroline speaking, then a body hit the floor. I think Caroline killed them, meaning she wasn’t kidnapped she was a spy.”

“No Caroline is my friend she wouldn’t hurt a fly she is the most caring person I know. She was kidnapped and is being held hostage, Damon we have to get her back.”

Xxx

“Nik can you tie me up this outfit always gives me problems but I love it I holds all my weapons.

Klaus who was putting daggers in a holster around his waist, he also has throwing stars, and guns, just like his wife, who instead of a gun she has her extendable baton.

He ties his wife’s white leather corset it matches her white leather pants and white jacket. Caroline’s fighting outfit was made for her it was present for completing her training in the league of assassins. She completed at the top of her class she can kill anyone with any weapon or even her bare hands. She can even kill someone if she is 40 feet away from her desired target.

Klaus was one of her teachers she loved their one on one lessons it was spent half fighting and half was spent seeing who would give in first they would go for hours until Elijah had to finally come in and say enough someone else needs the training room.

They had fallen in love during their lessons after she graduated from the league they got married.

Xxx

Flashback five years ago New Orleans:

They have been married for a couple years when a red headed woman is flirting with Klaus in the bar they are in. Caroline who is on the other side of Klaus goes to stands next to the red headed woman "Can we talk?”

As the woman is turning her head Caroline discreetly stabs the woman in the ribs with a dagger. “ Stay away from my husband. Good talk.”

A couple days later two men show up at their door “ You killed my sister, I don’t know how they do things where your from but here we rule the city and you don’t touch my sister.”

Caroline by herself without any weapons could kill these guys right now but doesn’t she’s going to defend herself instead. “ Are you sure I was one who killed your sister describe her to me.”

The woman Caroline killed her brother was part of the mob in New Orleans Marcel’s men the guys who came to the door are Marcel and his second in command Tristan de Martel his sister Aurora was killed. “ She has red hair.

Caroline cuts him off ” I’m going to stop you right there, I remember her now she was flirting with my husband so I killed her. I regret nothing.“

” You killed my sister I’m going to kill you.“

Caroline smirks at him ” Your not going to kill me best case scenario one of your men escapes tonight and that’s only because we got bored and let you escape.“

Xxx

That night Caroline and Klaus show up at the docks where Tristan told them to be. Marcel, Tristan and their entire mob surround them. "Your here because you killed my sister. Do you have any last words.”

Caroline and Klaus share a look of this is going to be fun. “ Let me think oh yes I know the perfect last words by the time this is over your all going to be dead.”

Marcel and his guys laugh “ There’s two of you and twenty of us.”

All of Marcel’s guys have guns. Plus they think Caroline is weak and is lying out of her ass to save her and Klaus.

Caroline punches Tristan in the face, two people are coming at her she jumps up and kicks both of them knocking them down, two more guys decide to shot her she bends backwards as the bullets are coming to her the miss her and land on the ground.

Klaus decides instead of kicking and punching these guys he’s going to do something, simpler he pulls his gun out and starts shooting the guys Caroline kicks/ punch down.

Everyone is dead except Marcel “ My men they’re all dead who are you?”

Caroline has her head on Klaus’ shoulder she looks completely innocent. “ The Mikaelsons.”

“Do you want to rule this city my love I could buy you a tiara to make it official.”

Caroline smiles up at him and pecks him on the cheek “ Queen of New Orleans I like it.”

Xxx

Present:

Damon, Enzo their men plus Elena who insisted on coming is sticking close by Damon, they walk into a warehouse there are blood stains on the floor but no bodies.

They hear a slow clap off in the distance. “Congratulations you finally found us.”

They looks around and don’t see anyone. Elena not thinking yells out “ We’re not afraid of you give us Caroline.”

Xxx

All the Mikaelsons are in the shadows of the warehouse. Klaus leans down and whispers in Caroline’s ear “ You said she was clueless but you didn’t say she has a death wish.”

“Yes everything about her is very annoying and you made me put up with her for four months.”

“I’m so sorry my love I’ll make it up to you.”

Caroline smiles up at him and nibbles on his ear “ You going to have to do more than that for our family I went four months without training, killing, or being loved by my sexy husband.”

“ I want to savor this kill but your making me reconsider.”

“ Then you better get down there before everyone gets inpatient. I know you love your grand entrances almost as much as Kol and I don’t think he’s the best person to represent the family.”

Klaus goes to leave and is pulled back by Caroline who connects their lips.

Xxx

“ Like I said in my letter I must commend you for never giving up your search for my family. Most people give up after a year or two you’ve been looking for us for seven years.”

Damon, Elena, Enzo and their men see a man with curly dark blonde hair, wearing black jeans with black Henley and dark blue green eyes walking closer to them. “You killed my brother, and you took my girlfriends friend Caroline. Who are you?”

“First Introductions are in order. My wife, my queen, my love.”

Caroline throws down a scarf from the third story balcony they were on and rolls down in the scarf, Elena and Damon can’t see her face. Klaus leans down and kisses her “I always love your entrances my love.”

“I have to show off for our guests.”

Caroline gets out of the scarf and stands next to Klaus, Elena gasps “ Caroline. Your your.”

Caroline interrupts “His wife, his queen, his love, his everything yes and he’s my world.”

Elena takes a step forward but Damon grabs her arm and pulls her back to him “ If your his wife and he calls you his queen then that makes him Klaus.”

Klaus smiles evilly at them. Elena still next to Damon speaks to Caroline “ Caroline your not his wife he kidnapped you a couple days ago come on let’s go.”

“I’m not leaving I’m right where I belong and he’s been my husband for almost nine years. Stick around and you’ll find out why I ever associated myself with the likes of you.”

“As I was saying my brothers Elijah and Kol and their wife’s Katerina and Davina.”

The Mikaelsons father Mikael was Ra Al Ghul head of the demon, leader of the league of assassins. Klaus had found Caroline while he was on a mission to kill someone Mikael had deemed hurtful to his reign. Klaus had killed the guy when he was walking back to the plane he heard a woman screaming he went to see if she was ok and saw a beautiful blonde woman screaming she gets hit by this man who pulls a knife out and then sees the beautiful blonde knee the guy and try to run away. Klaus throws one of his daggers and kills the guy and rushes over to the blonde.

He tells her that he can help her become stronger so that no one will ever mess with her.

Davina and Katherine are both league of assassin graduates they graduated the same year Caroline did. Everyone in Klaus family is an assassin.

They jump down and stand next to the deadly blonde couple. “ My sister Freya and her husband Lucien, and my other sister Rebekah and her boyfriend.”

Freya and Lucien come out of the shadows and so does Rebekah and her boyfriend. Damon gasps and takes a step back almost knocking Elena down who is behind him. “ Your dead. I saw you get shot that’s not possible.”

Rebekah’s boyfriend is Stefan Salvatore. “ I never died brother I feel in love.”

Xxx

Seven years ago the Mikaelsons were in Chicago and they knew that the club they were in was just a cover for what it really was the base for the Salvatore mob. Rebekah was dating Stefan they were in love. Stefan didn’t like being apart of the mob he wanted to leave he suggested to Rebekah that they run off together. She agreed but said if they do his brother is going to find them they have to fake his death.

Two days later Rebekah had planned for Damon to be lured outside the club and see Stefan at the corner of the club be shot. Rebekah pulled the trigger but they used Marcel Gerald instead of Stefan.

Stefan has been living with Rebekah and the Mikaelsons he learned how to kill like the rest of them he doesn’t like it but he does it because he knows this is Rebekah’s life and she wouldn’t want to do anything else.

Xxx

“ I’ve mourned your death, I am still to this day trying to avenge you and your not even dead.”

Stefan can tell this is breaking his brother and he feels for him “ I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you, you would’ve try to stop me but I fell in love with Rebekah and wanted to be with her.”

“Since your brothers not died you can go back to really being a mob.”

“Your right, Elena go out to the car. Everyone else kill them.”

Elena looks up with Damon with shock “ No. Caroline’s my friend. You can’t kill her.”

Klaus looks at his family and nods.

Xxx

Kol pulls out his sword from the holster on his back and Stabs two guys coming towards him and Davina in the stomach, Davina also has a sword.

Katherine bends down into a squat and in one hand she has her Bo- staff and with the other hand she beckons for them to come at her, while Elijah is at her side pulling out his truncheon.

Freya, Rebekah and Lucien get ready to fight they have a halberd, a fan with knifes in it, and spears.

Everyone takes on Damon’s men while Caroline and Klaus main targets are Damon and Elena. Klaus and Caroline decide to go on the outside of the fighting and come up sneak up behind fighting Damon and Elena. “ It’s so annoying when the people your trying to kill are fighting each other.”

Both Damon and Elena look at the blonde couple Caroline has her extendable baton in her hands and Klaus has a dagger in one hand. “ Caroline you don’t want to hurt me your my best friend. We would stay up all night talking about our lives you never once mentioned you have a husband who kills people or that you kill people. Is anything of what you’ve told me over the last four months true.”

Caroline told Elena she grew up in North Dakota, was new to the city, needed a friend and was single. Elena took her under her wing and introduced her to damon, Bonnie and all the inter workings of her life. “I did miss my family. Just not the family you thought I missed. Do you know why that guy that was harassing was left us alone when I twisted his arm breaking his hand and whispered in his ear. I told him I know the Mikaelsons and if he doesn’t leave me alone the Mikaelsons will sneak into his apartment and cut him up into little tiny pieces.”

“Caroline now that I know who you really are there’s no secrets between us. Let’s go get you away from these killers and get you some help.”

Caroline reaches forward puts her extendable baton around Elena’s throat and pulls her to her “ What part of we aren’t friends we never were, this is my family and this is the real me is not sinking into your pea size brain. I feel so bad for Bonnie who is your actual friend I was your pretend friend and every night it took every fiber in my being not to smother you in your sleep. You are insufferable ever day I had to put up with you whining about Damon; Caroline, do you think Damon loves me, Caroline, Damon did this, he did that. For four terrible months I was separated from my husband, you didn’t hear or see me crying, whining or moping about it. I’ve been threw hell but listening to you everyday was a new type of hell I don’t even wish on my enemies.”

Elena makes a choking sound as she is being strangled from the extendable baton. Damon can’t watch them hurt his girlfriend. “Let her go she’s innocent. She’s done nothing but love you Caroline and you repay that love by killing her.”

Caroline looks over at Klaus who is looking kinda guilty about sending Caroline to infiltrate the Salvatore’s. She pushes Elena towards Klaus and jumps on Damon his head going between her thighs she twists her body and snaps his neck killing him.

Elena who watched the whole thing gasps in shock “ You killed him.”

Before Caroline even has time to turn around or answer Klaus sticks his dagger in Elena side. “ My love that was beautiful there’s nothing I love more watching you take a life.”

Caroline smiles back at him. They don’t know why but watching the other take a life ignites something in them and makes them crave the other.

Klaus drags his dagger up Elena’s side makes a slice from her side to her heart then drops her so she can bleed out.

Xxx

Caroline jumps into his arms and crashes her lips to his, his arms go around her waist as her legs go around his waist and her arms go around his neck. Just as Klaus is beginning to remove Caroline’s jacket they hear a throat being cleared “ Niklaus everyone is dead. What do you want to do now?”

Both blondes turn to look at everyone else Klaus still holding Caroline walks over to them. “Leave them we’ll clean up later, right now my beautiful, loving, killing machine Queen needs a reward for bringing them to us.”

Caroline smiles into his neck and leaves a kiss under his ear. As they are leaving the room they hear a gun shot and Stefan falls to the ground dead.

They all turn around and see Elena on the ground seconds from death with Damon’s gun in her hand. “ I was aiming for you-” Elena dies without finishing her sentence but they all know who ‘you’ is she was aiming for Caroline.

They all look at Rebekah who is looking down at Stefan’s dead body. “ Rebekah are you ok?”

“ I was going to dump him anyway, he was getting boring, he asked me the other day if we could run away again only this time no killing.”

Rebekah goes to walk towards Elena’s body and every looks confused she goes behind a crate and when she returns she’s not alone “I have a new guy anyway.”

“You sneaky British man how long have you been dating Rebekah.”

Rebekah found Enzo in the fight and hid him she knows he can fight and hated Damon’s rule of no killing but she didn’t want him hurt so she hid him. She snuck into to Damon’s club a couple months ago to check on Caroline, Klaus was driving all of them crazy with his brooding over missing his wife. While she was there she took an interest in Enzo and has been having a secret affair with him since.

“ A few months and I unlike the Salvatore’s have no problem killing someone.”

Caroline smiles at them she’s happy Rebekah has finally found someone who is accepting of this life and loves her. Plus she’s already friends with Enzo.

Xxx

Klaus smiles up at his wife he’s extremely happy she’s back with him and missed her like crazy. At times over the last four months he contemplated throwing the whole plan away and bring her home to him but he knew they needed to know of Damon was still looking for them. “ I love you.”

Caroline is still in his arms while he’s walking them up to their bedroom smiles down at him and connects their lips. She’s so happy to be home and be with her family and especially her husband. “I love you too.”

#klaroline #damon salvatore #elena gilbert

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Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic (My Review)

Wednesday June 14th, 7pm, English Dub

For those who have not yet seen the movie, I would advise to... PROCEED WITH CAUTION! THIS FOLLOWING POST WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!! (Fyi, I have not yet read much of the manga... b/c there they don’t have much copies around here *sad face*, but I am well aware that this film is the adaption of the ‘Luxury Liner Arc’)

= I flipping squealed and clapped excitedly the second I saw Sebastian and heard his english dub voice. Again, I LUV J. Michael Tatum’s Sebastian voice. *internally fangirling like crazy*

= My friend was spazzing out in confusion about Tanaka’s super deformed form. Did Koukai seriously forget? Lolz. Boy did I have to re-explain it to him.

= Hello again Rau and Ran-mao. Such a shame this was the only moment we get to see you two in the film.

= Lol, Ciel’s reaction/response to Sebastian wearing a doctor/medial outfit. Really interesting to see Sebastian wearing anything else other than his usual butler uniform. Regardless, he is still ‘one hell of a [hawt] butler’.

= Alexis Leon Midford cheek rubbing and hugging Ciel Phantomhive. FUNNY AND ADORABLE AT THE SAME TIME!

= Edward Midford “Mc Sourpuss”. I can somewhat understand the typical big brother overprotecting a younger sister, but why can’t you be happy for your sister?! At least their father approves of Ciel.

= Sebastian’s slick back hair. One word:... HAWT!!

= Charles Grey referencing Sebastian’s “death” from Book of Murder pt 1 & 2/Phantomhive Manor Murders Arc.

= Ciel in blonde wig... Cute. Sebastian wearing a ponytail... GAUD DAYUM SEXEH!!!

= “We are phoenixes!!”. Ahhaahaa!! Ciel’s reaction is PRICELESS!! [Woah never expected to hear added content of Ciel’s thoughts. Nice]

= Aleister and Ciel’s interaction! *bursting into laughter with Kouhai and audience*

= The entire Aurora society doing the Phoenix Dance pose. Aww darn, where is Ciel’s reaction where you need it?!?!! XD Lolz.

= Undertaker why are you hiding behind the machine...and smiling. What are you up to? [FORESHADOWING]

= Gotta love Snake feeding the snakes.

= Lost count to how many times the audience laughed everytime they hear Snake speaking out what the snakes are “saying”/hissing.

= Jesus! The soulless body ate Lizzie’s cake for Ciel?! RUN!!! [No joke, the sudden pan to seeing the corpse behind them nearly scared the SHEEEET outta me]

= Snake still calling Ciel “Smile”. Totes love the Book of Circus/Circus arc reference.

= Ronald casually rolling away on his lawnmower death scythe like its some sort of an electric scooter and Sebastian’s confused [yet sexy] facial expression. LOVE IT!

= Oh gaud dayum, the demonic growl/laugh Bassy made

= Ciel recalling back to when he first saw Sebastian in his demon form.

= Demon butler ONE, Corpses ZERO!

= Wait, did Sebastian inverted his blood covered gloves or did he have a spare in his pocket? Lol, he didn’t realize at first his gloves were soaked with blood after his fight against the group of corpses.

= Grell Sutcliff enters the scene. *cue audience and self squealing in excitement. also, insert Kouhai looks at me with a WTF look on his face*

= Grell and Ronald TITANIC MOMENT!! *cue audience and self bursting into uncontrollable laughter* AHHAHAHAHA!!!! Can’t breathe! I’m dying! Is GrellxRonald canon now?! XD lolz. THIS IS FAUKIN’ COMEDY GOLD RIGHT THERE!! CLASSIC!!!! Grell I understand, but Ronald?! BWAHHAHAA!!!

= Elizabeth, darling, I love you to pieces but please quit worrying about your dress. This is a matter of life and death--oh nevermind, she realizes her action. Still is one of my favorite female characters in the Black Butler series.

= Partly unbuttoned soaking wet shirt Sebastian. *intense fangasming* [to self: AWW DAYUM BABEH!!! I would love to have you in bed with me, LMFAO <3] Kouhai: SHIELD YOURSELF! *attempts to cover my eyes but fails. I bat him away, lolz*

= “Mr. Sutcliff--” Ronald totally confirmed to the audience that Grell is definitely a male.

= Dayum Lizzie! You got some mad fencing skills. 360 NO SCOPE BEECHES! No seriosly! She goes full on ninja on these corpses with ease. Running along the walls and ceiling. GAUD DAYUM! Fave BB female character for sure (tied with Mey-rin, of course).

= AWW!! Elizabeth’s thoughts of self and memories of Ciel is soo heartfelt touching! Elizabeth feeling different than the other girls because of her amazing fencing skills. She is worried about what young Ciel said regarding his dislike towards strong female. OUCH! Right in the feels! And holding her true self back just for Ciel’s sake!

= For some reason, young Charles Phipps almost sounded a bit more closely to Sebastian. Maybe that’s just me.

= Present day Ciel doesn’t care about that anymore Lizzie, especially since he said that he said that was a long time and finds no reason to feel mad at her for recently saving their lives. AWW!! I seriously ship CielxLizzie (it is but one of many of my favorite BB ships)!! Kouhai: Sorry I don’t have a tissue [LMFAO! I wasn’t literally crying!]

= Sebastian laughing. I repeat! Sebastian is LAUGHING! And blushing?! HE IS BLUSHING!?! SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS IS COVERING HIS MOUTH AND LAUGHING WITH A TINY BIT FLUSH OF RED ON HIS FACE PEOPLE!!! *nosebleed* *audience laughter*

= Ciel totally calling Sebastian out to stop it with the laughing. That doesn’t mean you can stop US from laughing now does it, LOLZ.

= Sebastian, Ciel, Grell, and Ronald’s response to Aleister making them reenact his version of the Phoenix pose. *audience roaring laughter* First it was like ‘no, don’t kill him’, then later... ‘skrew dat, let’s just kill him’. LMFAO.

= HAHAHA!!! The Phoenix dance pose, Aleister Chamber style!!

= CIEL’S REACTION TO DOING IT AGAIN!!! PRICELESS!!!

= HOLY SHEEET UNDERTAKER!! MAJOR PLOT TWIST!! DUN DUN DUNNNN~!!!!

= What the heck are the corpses standing around for? Undertaker is explaining his big reveal and those soulless bodies aren’t attacking?!!

= Seriously Grell? Did you forget what happened in episode 18 of season 1 in Black Butler?

= Da heck! Added cinematic records... of Undertaker wearing a fake mustache!?! LMFAO!!

= THE ORIGINAL DEATH SCYTHE?!?! Love the design!

= Sebastian reaching out to grab Ciel’s hand scene...dead silent. Random audience member: “Why is it quiet?” *audience laughs* [to self: SHUDDUP! WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!]. *cue all the fangirls shrieking* Me: “NO!! BASSY!!!” [yes I cried that out loud].

= Sebastian’s demonic sounding voice. *nosebleed* They seriously need to use that more often if the series picks in 5 or 10 or more seasons.

= THIS is why many fans believe Sebastian looks closely similar to Ciel’s father.

= Did he originally have regretting second thoughts of forming a contract with a young “brat” who couldn’t remember where his burnt down manor was located? LMFAO.

= Food magically appearing on the table. *sarcasm* Totally not suspicious. Lol, even Ciel called Sebastian out on that.

= Sebastian teaching Ciel to be proper and adult like while Ciel “teaches” him how to be more like a butler... namely making better tasting tea and meals. Seriously love seeing the developmental progress between the two.

= Ciel pouring tea into Sebastian’s hand... as payback for slapping his hands with a stick (or whatever that thing is called, idk). My word!

= A quick few second glimpse of Sebastian’s bedroom!! Sitting at his desk and writing down his own thoughts about Ciel. *internal fangirl intensifies, lolz*

= Is Ciel having a nightmare? I wanna cuddle him soo badly.

= “One hell of a butler”. AHH HE SAID IT!! *nosebleed* I can die happy now...wait, no I can’t, need to watch the rest of the movie.

= Sebastian wincing from the pain. THE FEELS! My little heart can’t take much more of this!

= Uh oh! The luxury ship is sinking quickly now! Time to go everybody!

= Soulless corpses surviving the freezing cold ocean water. [Why do I feel a hint of “The Walking Dead” vibe]

= Sebastian Michaelis vs Horde of Corpses round 2! Liek a bauss!

= Bassy coughing and panting to his injury. AWW!! Poor baby! [Why do I feel so turned on by this?! Answer: b/c of my soft spot for physical or emotional vulnerability]

= What exactly is that thing Ciel took from Undertaker and why is it of much importance?

= Ciel telling Sebastian to rest when they return to the manor. Why do I feel the urging desire to see anime Sebastian ‘sleeping’ or laying down in his bed or something?

= Kouhai blurted out loud “To be continued!” [Lol]

= End of movie scene: WILLIAM!!! Picking up Grell and Ronald with his garden trimmer death scythe... then goes to berating them on their performance and beating the sense out of them, lol.

= Grell, you beautiful silly person you! Swooning over William the second you wake up! He just got hauled you out of the ocean water and you go falling back in once again?! LMFAO! [I don’t know about you guys, but I had a sudden “Notice me sempai!” “Denied!” feeling at the moment]

My Thoughts: Overall, the animation was utterly beautiful and soo well done. I seriously love the character design...obviously. There were boatloads of hilarious moments from start to finish, along with some heartfelt and tear jerker events particularly about Ciel and Elizabeth’s past memories. So far the only minor thing that bothered me was the mix of seeing both the 3D CGI animation with the 2D traditional hand-drawn animation. Being a visual-learner, I have become rather quick to notice the obvious difference between traditional 2D and cel shaded 3D animation. But that, however, DID NOT STOP ME from watching and enjoying the movie... and LOVING it to pieces. Oh, and additionally I’m a bit sad that it was a one day and one night time thing and only screened in very few theater locations. I understand how many Black Butler fan were sad that they will miss watching it because it was either far away from where they lived and/or were busy with other important matters to tend to such as jury duty, work, stuck in traffic, tending to family, etc. Not gonna lie, throughout majority of the movie my eyes were fixated on Sebastian whenever he was on screen. J. Michael Tatum voicing Sebastian just seriously made me fangasm (I’m obsessed, I know. But I can’t help myself. He’s HAWT!!!).

Rate: 100/10 [And yes I mean one hundred] It was amazing!! I LOVED IT TO BITS! Would so totally love to see it again, if possible. Can’t wait for it to come out on DVD (if it does)!

PS: OMG!! TOTALLY IRREVERENT BUT SOME ONE COSPLAYED AS EREN YEAGER!!

Black Butler Tag: @sebastianshoe

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randomdestielfangirl · 8 years ago

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Saudade

So, the Destiel Secret Santa challenge came to an end today and the authors have been revealed, so I’d like to share all of the fics I wrote for this challenge.

This fic was a last minute pinch hit and my prompt was-

‘Hurt!Cas or Hurt!Dean and loads of comfort.’

So of course I wrote a 9.06 coda. I really feel like I’m one of the guys now! ^_^

Beta read by @officieldestiel, who was utterly fantastic and terrifyingly fast :)

Title: Saudade

Word Count: 2006

Rating: T

Summary: He can’t bear it now, the pity in Dean’s voice, the wasted sympathy, the kind platitudes, a few hundred dollars pressed into his hands before Dean inevitably leaves again. His hand is on the doorknob when strong arms wrap themselves around his middle and haul him back.

“Please don’t go,” Dean whispers into his hair.

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Is that what you think you're doing, Castiel – the best you can?

He watches the lights go by, Ephraim’s words ringing through his head as Dean drives toward... Well, something anyway. Maybe back to the Gas'n'Sip. Maybe toward wherever Dean thinks Castiel’s house is. Maybe halfway up to Lebanon before Dean realises that he’s still in the Impala and kicks him out onto the highway.

Castiel’s wrist is throbbing, the pain radiating out sharply. He wonder idly if it’s broken. If Nora would fire him for ruining her evening, for being so utterly useless he couldn’t guard a human infant for a few hours, for injuring himself so bad he might not be able to work. He looks down at his hands, the palms red and raw, the nails chipped - small, weak human hands that once contained an ocean of power, throbbing and crackling under the skin like lightning.

He remembers a time when he could have healed Tanya with a touch of his finger, a time when he could’ve fought off Ephraim with nothing but his bare hands, a time where Ephraim would not have even targeted him, because Castiel did not know what despair was.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice breaks him out of his reverie, “We’re here.”

Here turns out to be the Red Doors Motel, one of the few places to stay in Rexford. Castiel steps out of the Impala, following Dean as he heads to his room. Dean’s duffle is on one of the beds, so he leads Castiel to the other one and gently pushes him down.

“Let me see that,” Dean says, taking Castiel’s hand carefully into his own. They hadn’t had much time to do anything but a basic cleanup of the wound before Nora arrived. “bleeding’s stopped. Now let me just-”

Castiel lets out a pained hiss as Dean prods at his wrist.

“Just checking to see if it’s broken,” Dean tells him. “it’ll hurt a bit. Try to think of something else.”

Castiel almost smiles at that, letting his eyes wander over the ragged carpet, at the lampshades with miniature grey horses, at the rather hideous painting of a fruit bowl on the wall. He grinds his teeth, trying not to wince as Dean turns the wrist over. The wallpaper is a sickly yellow and lime green, seemingly designed to give people migraines.

He remembers visiting the Winchesters in countless motel rooms over the years, nearly all of them had something in it that was functionally useless, yet was present simply to try and liven up the drab rooms. The human compulsion to decorate their surroundings was a foreign concept to Castiel. Angels did not have possessions, nor did they see any need to have them.

“Why even try?” Castiel remembers asking Sam one day, poking at a truly ugly candle stand.

“Because it looks lived in,” Sam had said, “it makes people uncomfortable to have just bare walls and plain furniture. It’s too much like prison.”

“This stand is incredibly unappealing. I fail to see how it makes anyone more comfortable.”

“I know,” Sam answered gently, “but it shows that someone tried to make this room beautiful.”

Castiel hadn’t understood then, but after the fall, after sleeping on the streets for weeks, now making his living space secretly in a stockroom, he understands. What Sam meant that day, to have something that belongs to him, to have his own space in a small corner of the wide world, to leave an impression when he’s gone.

“Hey, hey,” Dean’s voice is gentle as he wraps up Castiel’s wrist tightly. “it’s done, don’t worry- it’s not broken. You’ll get better real soon, okay?”

“All right,” Castiel says hoarsely, “thank you, Dean.”

Dean’s face falls at this, his green eyes losing their usual sparkle. He raises a trembling hand to Castiel’s cheek, wiping at the tears he didn’t know he was shedding.

“Cas-”

“I’m fine,” he says, and stands up abruptly, shame flooding him. “thank you, Dean, but I must go now.”

“Where?” Dean cries out, alarmed. He makes an aborted attempt at grabbing Castiel’s hand before thinking the better of it. “Where are you going? You can’t exactly walk back.”

“I can walk. I’ve done it before.” Castiel says, dropping his eyes.

Dean flinches a little, but tries to smile.

“I’ll drop you off, Cas. Where do you live anyway?”

“I- At the Gas'n'Sip is fine.”

“Why? Do you have to go back to work right now? You just got off.”

“This is not you, man. You are above this. Come on” Dean had said earlier, his voice earnest.

Castiel wishes the ground would open up right now and swallow him whole. He’s saving up as much as he can, but it’ll be months before he can scrape up a deposit for a proper place to live. Everytime he makes some headway, an unexpected expense comes through - new shoes, a coat and hat, shaving cream, socks...

“Cas?” Dean’s voice is small, “Cas, are you- do you stay-”

“Don’t,” he bites out before stumbling toward the door.

But if this is the best that the famed Castiel can do, you're a more urgent case than I thought. I used to admire you.

He can’t bear it now, the pity in Dean’s voice, the wasted sympathy, the kind platitudes, a few hundred dollars pressed into his hands before Dean inevitably leaves again. His hand is on the doorknob when strong arms wrap themselves around his middle and haul him back.

“Please don’t go,” Dean whispers into his hair.

He can feel the tremble in Dean’s voice, the way Dean clutches onto him like he’s drowning. Castiel allows himself to lean back into his arms, the pain in his wrist disappearing for a brief moment.

“My shift doesn’t start till seven.”

They order a pizza and watch TV, finding a rerun of some spanish soap. Dean seems familiar with it and spends most of the episode talking to Castiel about the numerous characters. Castiel gets lost in the maze of relationships, but Dean is near, his voice is soothing and the painkillers he gave Castiel kick in enough for him to be in a pleasurable daze throughout the recitation.

They pile the empty pizza boxes on the table before Castiel sinks into the warm bed. It feels like heaven and he utters an involuntary sigh of contentment. He closes his eyes and tries to memorize everything - the feel of a soft blanket around him, an actual pillow to rest his head on, the sound of another person breathing next to him, the knowledge that Dean is only an arm’s length away.

He’s almost asleep when Dean speaks, “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Castiel sighs and turns to his side, away from Dean, “Goodnight, Dean.”

“I just wanted to tell you why-”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Dean.”

He doesn’t want to know why Dean wanted him gone from the bunker, away from him and Sam. He doesn’t want to lose the one final piece of delusion he carries around with him, the piece that tells him Dean does care about him. He wants one night where he can pretend he’s still Castiel - the one who pulled the Righteous Man out of hell, the fastest flier in his garrison, the one who helped stop an apocalypse. Castiel, ally of the Winchesters. Cas, possible friend to Dean Winchester.

Anything but Steve, with his sales associate job and the endless, purposeless days in front of him.

Days spent waking up at dawn and hiding his sleeping bag, of brushing his teeth with the cheap toothbrush that always made his gums hurt, of unsatisfying, hurried showers in the tiny men’s room, of putting on one of the two pairs of outfits he owned. Days spent cleaning the store, checking the deliveries, greeting the customers, getting sworn at by the grumpy ones, standing at the register for hours till his feet throbbed in pain. All day, every day - stuck in this little town with no hope for any change.

I just followed the sound of your pain. You have no idea how loud it is. I could hear you for miles.

“I should never have called,” he says bitterly, “If I hadn’t-”

Ephraim would have killed him and left. Perhaps he would have started wrecking havoc in other towns, but perhaps not. Dean would never have even known.

There’s a rustling sound as Dean sits up. Castiel screws his eyes shut.

“Why did you then?” Dean asks him.

Castiel wants to tell him that he had stared at his phone every single night, his finger on the green call button, wondering if Dean and Sam were fine, if they were hunting again. He imagined them watching a movie with Kevin, imagined Dean cooking, the three of them laughing together, Dean with his head thrown back like a young god, his vibrant green eyes sparkling… Castiel would curl up tighter into his bag, trying to chase away the desperate refrain in his head of Dean, Dean, Dean...

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” he says finally.

The bed dips as Dean comes to sit by his side. Castiel doesn’t open his eyes.

“Cas,” Dean shakes his arm gently, “Castiel. Look at me.”

Dean’s face is mere inches away, his eyes calm and considerate. He smiles a little when Castiel meets his gaze.

“There you are,” he says, resting a warm palm of Castiel’s cheek, “I’m glad you called. You can always call. I swear I’ll come to you when you need me to, Cas. I know you’re angry that I- but if I could- I’ll give anything, Cas.”

Castiel blinks up at him, dazed.

“I’m not angry,” he says, “I was, at first, but Dean, I- I have no right to be upset. I’ve not been there for you when you needed me and- I am sor-”

Dean kisses him. It’s just a soft press of lips, light and worshipful, tender and sweet like nothing Castiel has ever experienced before.

“Don’t,” Dean whispers against his mouth. “Don’t apologize to me, Cas. I’m the one who needs to- I’m the one who-”

He breaks off to kiss Castiel again, climbing into bed beside him, his arms wrapping themselves over Castiel’s shoulders.

“Dean” he breathes out, between kisses. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’m here,” Dean pants, unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt, his hands slipping toward the waistband of his trousers. “I’m here now.”

“Me and Sam will take care of the angels. You're human now. It's not your problem anymore.”

Castiel bites his lower lip and looks at the entrance of the store.

“Hey,” Dean says, softer than before. There’s a small mark on the side of his jaw and Castiel feels an odd pride at the sight of it. There are similar ones all over Castiel’s torso and neck and he suppresses a shiver when Dean leans in to kiss him briefly. “promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I promise.”

He gets out of the car and bends down to look at Dean. The other man waves back, trying hard to smile. Castiel waves back and quickly steps into the Gas’n’Sip, turning on the television, not wanting to see or hear Dean leave.

The news reporter is talking about strange weather patterns in Phoenix when he feels the wad of paper in his trouser pocket. There are nearly five hundred dollars in assorted denominations, Dean must have given him his last penny.

I’m human now, Castiel thinks to himself as he fingers the bills, feeling a rush of affection and shame overwhelm him. Why should it mean I must be useless?

He imagines quitting, imagines taking the money he’s saved and what Dean has given him and investing in a good suit or two, buying a weapon, possibly stealing a car, travelling across the country, helping those who needed it.

Finally being part of it, doing penance for all the wrongs he’s done. Fighting by Dean’s side.

Castiel smiles.

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crzcorgi · 8 years ago

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Birthday Surprise

This is for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge - My prompt was Negan’s Birthday (thank you Ash, for letting me participate! 😘)

and for Negan Smut Week! Sentence Prompt: “Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin?”

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - Number 6′s nickname for Negan

Warnings - NSFW. Smut in the southern kiss form. Fingering, light spank. Language. Naughty aesthetic

1500 words - using the keep reading feature

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I decided to surprise Negan with something a touch different. I wasn’t like the others, being “sexy” didn’t come easy to me. I know the girls laughed at my “innocence” I tried so hard to be more flirty, girly and exotic, but I just ended up feeling foolish.

But I came up with a plan I think could work. I loved to cook and while supplies were definitely limited, I found the ingredients to bake a cake, a birthday cake more specifically. Negan’s birthday was today and I was so excited to be able to do this for him. No one was ever able, or was willing to try to surprise him. Maybe I could be the first?!

I needed a way to get the wives kitchen to myself, so I came up with what I believed to be the perfect plan. No one would bother me, until I wanted a certain someone to. I told the wives and a few of Negan’s most trusted people that it was, in fact, his birthday and we should throw him a party. They jumped at it and put together a party fit for the king of the apocalypse. The only one in on my little plan was Simon. I asked him to send Negan up about 2 hours into the party. I was feeling so sneaky!

“Y/N, are you coming? The party is starting!” Frankie yelled to me.

“Uh…cough…I’m feeling a bit…cough cough…sick. Tell Negan I’m sorry…cough”

“Okay, feel better!”

I told her thanks, peeking out of my bedroom to see if the rest of them had left yet.

“Hello? Anybody here?” No answer. Yes! On to my plan.

I quickly changed, then hurried into the kitchen to begin baking. I had hid all the ingredients, not sure why as I was the only wife that stepped foot in the kitchen. I placed everything out on the counter and began.

While the cake was baking, I began making a frosting from the odds and ends I found. It might not be the best, but it would have to do.

When the timer went off, I carefully took the cake out and gasped, it looked perfect! Yes! I knew it had to cool a bit, but I was so anxious so I put it in front of the fan, hoping that would hasten the cooling process some.

I went to my room, looking for the one small gift I had gotten Negan, bringing it back to the kitchen. I also grabbed a candle to light. No, it wasn’t a tiny birthday cake candle, but a candle’s a candle, right?

I touched the cake and said to hell with it, removing it from the pan. It seemed cool enough so I began frosting it with my makeshift frosting, standing back to admire my artwork.

“My, my, my! Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin’?”

“Oh my god, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” I was clasping my chest, trying to catch my breath.

“Look at you doll, thought you were sick, but hmmm, dressed like this, baking a cake. If I didn’t fucking know any better, I would think you were doing all this for somebody’s birthday. Hmm, what do you say baby girl? Is that what this is?”

He walked over to me, towering over me. He put his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look up into his mesmerizing dark eyes.

“Maybe it is for someone’s birthday. But who’s birthday is it?” I asked him, being coy.

“Are you teasing me doll?” He moved his face even closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the whiskey he had just drank and I couldn’t stop staring at those plump red lips.

“Am I? I didn’t realize I was. Does that make me a bad girl?” I didn’t look away from him, just giving him a small smirk.

“Not bad, just naughty.” He let go of my face, turning to sit down in one of the chairs. “Show me your outfit doll, I like it very much.” The way he said it sent shivers all over my body.

I turned around, showing him what I was wearing.

“Is this for the birthday boy?” He winked at me, licking his lower lip.

“Yes sir, all for just him. Rumor is, I’m kinda fond of him.”

“Should I be jealous?” He took my hands, pulling me over closer.

“I don’t think so, I mean, you have all of those wives.” I quickly glanced down at him, his eyes so dark now. I looked away quickly, trying to act uninterested.

“Right now I’m only concerned with one of them, and she’s being a bit bratty right now.”

I took my hands out of his, walking over to a cabinet to grab a couple of plates.

I began to turn around to ask him if he wanted a piece of cake when I was pushed against the counter.

“Do you think you should be punished? Or should I just open my gift?” His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing then lightly slapping it. I gasped, never having experienced anything like that.

I could hardly speak. “Uh…open your…gift, I guess.” His hand had found its way between my legs, slowly moving between my now very damp folds. I couldn’t stop the moans that came forth.

He began whispering in my ear. “When they told me you weren’t feeling good, I was fucking concerned doll. That’s why I came right up here.” His fingers entered my waiting cunt, in and out, in and out. “Don’t worry, I told Simon to keep everyone downstairs. And Fat Joseph’s in the hall. No one will interrupt us.”

He kept two fingers inside me, rubbing me just right, in that oh so sensitive rough spot. Another finger began circling my now swollen nub. “Oh god…Negan…I’m…I’m.”

“Come for me baby, fuck my fingers. Let me hear you scream.” He snarled,

I started shaking, shivering, my high almost achieved. Negan suddenly dropping to his knees, his face shoved between my legs.

Just as I felt his warm wet tongue enter me, I came, hard, fast, shocking my whole system. “Ne…OH…OH…NEEEE!” I couldn’t see, black and white flashing dots blinding me. Negan held me up, as I am sure I would have collapsed. As I came around, I realized I was feeling a strange, different sensation.

“Hooooly Shit doll! That is a NEW. one. for. you!”

“Huh…what is Ne?” I was confused until I glanced down at Negan’s face. His signature smirk showing, but that’s not what made me gasp. His face was drenched.

“Uh…Ne, uh…”

“Oh baby!” He crawled out from between my legs, standing up. I turned around, careful not to fall as I was still wobbly. He leaned over me, grabbing a towel to wipe his face off, his smile growing wider.

He sat back in the chair. “Come here doll.” He patted his lap.

When I started walking I realized just how wet I was.

“Ne, I’m not sure what exactly happened there. I’m so embarrassed, and so so sorry.” I would was horrified, what did I do?!

Negan began laughing. “Oh darling, you are just so damn adorable!”

“I really fail to see how peeing on your face is adorable, but thank you for that. And for laughing at me.” I began to feel the tears falling. “This was supposed to be a wonderful birthday surprise for you and I dressed special for you and I wanted to look, and feel, sexy for once not like the dumb little girl I really am. And now look, I screwed up once again. Why do you keep me around Ne? I’m not strong and confident like Sherry? Or pretty and sexy like Amber? Or have a great body like Tasha? I was really crying now. I wanted a big hole to swallow me up.

“Y/N, first off, sit the fuck down.” He patted his lap again. I noticed he placed a towel on it. I smirked. As I sat down, he placed both arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Baby, you didn’t piss on me. I wasn’t laughing at you, or the fact that you squirted on me. I just love your innocence. I’ve never been with such a sweet, loving innocent woman before. It makes me so hard everytime.”

Squirted, okay, I had heard about it, but never thought it was truly a thing. “OK, so it wasn’t a bad thing? You’re okay with it?”

“It most certainly is not bad, and I fucking love it, doll! And I’m honored that I was your fucking first time. Woohoo! Now, to get you there everytime baby girl!”

“I guess maybe your birthday isn’t a bust after all.” I shrugged.

“I know how to make it even better sweetheart.” He started kissing up my neck, his tongue darting into my ear, causing me to giggle.

“Ne, are you trying to kill me?”

“Nope, I’m not done with you yet. Hold on tight, doll!”

I put my arms around his neck as he stood up. He carried me into the living area, grabbing a blanket off one of the couches. He threw it over me asking, “you all covered now baby? Don’t want Fat Joey getting a fucking free show.”

“I’m all set, Ne. But where are we heading?”

“Where else sweet one? My room, my true birthday party has just fucking begun!”

I had a feeling I would be losing more of my innocence tonight.

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