#and then he was with them for like 50 years n then the company shut down

[nomaishuttle]

one thing abt my family is we ARE going to pretend my papaw is an ancient proto-human man whos been alive since the big bang even tho hes objectively not old. Hes like 60

[trashmouth-richie]

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MODERN! EDDIE x FEM! READER

MODERN! KING! STEVE x FEM READER

CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

summary: taking the back roads to Indianapolis was Eddie’s idea. the day trip there was Steve’s. But when Wayne’s borrowed truck grinds to a halt on the hottest day in September, the tension and the boys’ tempers aren’t the only thing to rise.

warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol use, drug use, drug mention, kinda sadboy! Eddie, king Steve being king Steve, modern times so things such as google and Snapchat are mentioned. no use of y/n, reader has a nickname, pet name usage.

The blazing swell of the late September sun had been pelting down on you all day. Stuffed right between your best friend Eddie and his best friend Steve, the humid Midwest air trickled through the open windows in a hazy wave of oven door heat. 

  Between Steve’s hair-brained idea of driving to Indianapolis for tickets to the annual Irvington Halloween Festival and Eddie’s even more ridiculous idea of taking Wayne’s single cab truck, without A/C to make the 4 hour round trip drive— it was no surprise when the clunking metal of the brown ‘86 Chevy spluttered to a grinding stop alongside the highway. 

  100 miles from Hawkins, and nothing but pent up anger boiling at the surface to keep you all company.

  “Oh this is just great Munson,” Steve groaned, swinging open his door and slamming it shut with a metallic bang. A ring of sweat set deep in the Hawkins athletic shirt he was wearing, a heavy hand pushing his hair from his face, “dude, let’s take the truck!” he mocks the long haired metal head, “fuckin’ told you this would happen!” 

  The boys weren’t exactly getting along for the entirety of this trip. Eddie and you had made plans to decorate your apartment tonight for Halloween, a month too early just like you did every year, a night full of themed snacks and cheesy 80s horror movies, the perfect opportunity to finally make his move. 

  But when Steve showed up at the light blue trailer looking for his wingman to help him score at Hargrove’s party— he was less than impressed to find you peeking around Eddie’s outstretched arm holding open the door, a shit-eating grin on your face. Even more pissed when Eddie told him that you would be tagging along. A roll of his eyes and a scoff on his lips as he pounded down the concrete steps. 

  Steve wasn’t your favorite and you definitely weren’t his. He didn’t get the appeal.. Always too loud, too annoying, acting like one of the boys when clearly you were just too insecure to have any friends that were girls. 

  As he stomped through the dead grass he told himself it had nothing to do with the fact that you turned him down freshman year, never mind that it was six years ago and Steve had plenty of girls added to his belt, his snap score and drawer full of stolen panties proved it. Never mind that his bruised ego from that night at a bonfire in the woods pushed him into his King Steve era. He flicked a cigarette into the dirt, muttering under his breath. 

  “Fuck off, Harrington.” Eddie gripes as he shoves the gear shift into neutral, he lowers down to his left and pulls the hood jack towards him. “It’ll be an easy fix.” He says to you, his breath fanning your sweaty cheek as he shoves open the door and jumps out, boots crunching along the gravel as he pushes the hood open. 

  To be fair, Wayne’s truck had about a 50/50 chance of making the trek to Indianapolis, but Eddie had wanted to take it for a few reasons, and not one of them was for a trip down memory lane like he had told Steve. 

  The first reason he wanted to drive the truck opposed to Steve’s BMW, was lol was because it was a stick shift. An opportunity to let him float the gears and have his veins pop out that he knew was a panty wetter for most girls, he had only hoped you fit into that category. 

  The second reason was simple: there was no air conditioning, meaning the small tank top you were wearing would undoubtedly become very hot, and maybe… just maybe you would think of taking it off to cool down. 

  And finally the third reason mimicked the first… you would be sitting bitch in the middle, and with each shift between gears, his arm would be sliding around the soft plains of your luscious thighs. The same thighs that were bare besides a high waisted pair of cut off shorts that had his mind flipping the perv meter to dangerous levels when you hopped off your bike this morning.

  Greeting him with the same smile that cooked his brain to mush for years. 

  Only today— you were starting to flirt back with him, pushing your ass out and bending at the waist just to untie your shoes. Even though in the history of forever, you had never once taken off your worn converse in the Munson trailer. You also were wearing a tank top, accentuating your curves, and Eddie was ready to chew a hole in the makeshift drywall of his trailer when you bounced up the steps to greet him. 

  Usually you hid your body with a baggy shirt and a pair of jeans, your fuck-off attitude is what earned you the right to have Eddie as a friend in the first place. 

  Tonight he was going to push the limits, share a joint with you when the yellow harvest sun dipped low into the indigo trees, kiss your ear with chapped lips while he held you when the movie had a jump scare… he had a plan. And Steve ‘cockblock’ Harrington was being the worst wingman of all time. 

  Sliding out of Eddie’s door, the Navajo rug blanket snags against the cracked leather of the worn seat. The back of your knees were sticky and shiny with sweat, same as your cleavage, not a single stitch of wind to be found along the gravel road— unless you counted Steve’s annoyed huffs.

—

  Steve bitched and moaned the entire time Eddie was bent over the truck. Investigating what had gone wrong, “aren’t you supposed to be some sorta mechanic?” He grumbled, pushing his hair from his forehead, slotting his hands back into place around the Levi’s on his athletic hips, “swear to God if you make me miss this party, and what Lily has been teasing me with on snap,” his eyes roll into the back of his head at the thought of it, almost letting out a desperate whine.. “I’ll shoot you dead Munson.” 

  “Take it easy Stevie,” Eddie grunted, his jaw tensed and an irritated tone on his lips. His brows turned inward in concentration as he twisted a wrench with strong grease covered hands from behind the hood, “just need’t..  fuck.” Dark smoke started billowing out around him.

  His foul mouth spewed a string of words that barely made any sense, ending his fit with a slam of the hood and his wrench thrown into the ditch. 

  You walk pointed nails across his sweat covered bare back easing his bruised ego with a sickly sweet voice, “it’s okay,” you preen, pushing your chest into his side  when he wiggles from your tickling fingers, his dark eyes swirling into calm and the huff from his breath lost in his throat, “I’ll just call AAA.” 

  AAA did not service in your area, and according to google— the nearest gas station was twenty miles away, a podunk hole in the wall that sold newspapers for a quarter and had 1 star reviews. 

  “Fuck,” Eddie shouted, kicking the tires and hiding the burn of ache traveling up his leg, “the hell are we gonna do now?” 

  “Guess we’re fucking stranded! Great idea Munson, gonna die by the inbred hands of the family from The Hills Have Eyes, but god we just had to take this piece of shit!.” Steve spit as he flopped back into the bed of the truck. 

  Eddie pointed a greased finger into Steve’s chest, “you,” he said prodding with emphasize, “were the one who didn’t want to buy them online, oh God Eddie let’s just get out of Hawkins for the day, make Lily sweat a little bit, make her think I have a bitch in Indy..” 

  “Fuck off,” Steve said shoving Eddie’s hand away, sitting up, casting a stank eye in your direction, voice laced in venom, “at least my dick is getting w—”

  A pack of cards hits Steve right in the chest, hard and knocking the insult from his lungs. 

  It was your idea.

  The slick pack of cards in the glove box with paisley red design on the front was sure to lend some relief and make time pass between now and when Robin would be on the way, driving Steve’s BMW with white knuckles and the radio off no doubt. You had texted her when the boys were arguing, explaining the situation and promising her a small white baggy from Eddie’s stash when you got back. 

  “great idea,” Steve accuses, “s’ gonna take at least 2 hours to get here,” his hands fly in the air in defeat as he yells, “she’s failed her drivers test four fuckin’ times because she drives like my grandma, and that old bag has been dead for years!” 

  “Cool it, you didn’t have any other ideas besides whining Steve,” Eddie defends, fingers wrapped around the neck of a foggy glass bottle filled with amber liquor, he hands it to you in a slick move of his wrist bending and presenting both a blunt and the bottle like a flower blooming in his open palm, “might as well relax a little s Sswhile we wait, make it worth our while.” 

  The liquor went down with a burn, hotter than the pinked shoulders of Eddie’s sunburnt skin. And the small band of splotchy salmon across Steve’s nose. 

  Eddie wrestled a dusty moth bitten blanket from behind the seat, and spread it on the bed of the truck. Before you could push your ass up onto the tailgate, he had wrapped his hands tight along your hips and hoisted you up. A grip so tight he didn’t want to let go, your body feeling just right in his palms, and you were feeling it too. 

  As the liquor bottle got lighter and lighter, the tension eased, Steve was actually laughing at Eddie’s jokes and wasn’t rolling his eyes as much when he had to give you a card or when Eddie praised you for winning again. 

  When Steve threw his cards on the blanket and twisted his arms in a pout at losing another round of Go Fish, it was his idea to play another game. 

  “It’s real easy,” he explained around a puff of smoke as he shuffled the cards back into the pack with his large tanned hands, a single bead of sweat sloping down from his temple and curling around his chin. “You hold up five fingers, and if you’ve never done what one of us says, you keep a finger up, but if you have… you put a finger down and take a sh—- hey dickhead!” 

  Eddie’s lips turn sinister around the glass bottle as rogue drops of Crown dribble from his chin. “Ooops,” he says coyly, eyes bigger than Betty Boop’s and already feeling the combined high and drunken stupor take over his body, “were you needing this?” 

  Dragging a hand down his face, Steve sighs, “yeah it’s kinda the whole point of the game, fucker,” 

  “Hey…” Eddie whines, “be nice Stephanie.” 

  With another ten minutes of arguing about Eddie being a jackass and Steve being crabby in hot weather, you all agree to play the game, the loser has to finish the bottle and strip off an item of clothing. 

  “Okay so let’s start this easy,” Steve explained, “never have I ever been arrested.”

  Eddie puts a finger down and scowls, “good one Harrington,” he adjusts his legs and leans back against the frame of the truck, “just because you got away doesn’t mean your ass wasn’t just as guilty as mine.” 

  “Shoulda ran faster,” 

  The boys make annoyed faces at each other and it’s Eddie’s turn, “never have I ever… nope I’ve done that… never have I.. shit.. okay pass! I gotta think.” 

  “Your turn,” he says, passing you the bottle of almost empty liquor.

  “Okay, Uhh..” you hold the bottle with both hands and gently peel back the label with your fingernail, rubbing the sticky residue between your fingers, you rack your brain for something that would get them both, “never have I ever… peed standing up.” 

  The boys roll their eyes, and each put a finger down, “cheap shot,” Steve whines, and glowers when you stick your tongue out at him. 

  “Oh I got one!” Eddie says rubbing his hands together, splaying a wicked grin on his face, “never have I ever, socked Billy Hargrove in the face.”

  You push Eddie’s shoulder and slap his chest playfully, as he laughs like a hyena, “he deserved it!” 

  Steve chokes on his inhale of the passed blunt, “that was you?!” 

  “Fuck yeah it was!” Eddie says proudly, “that’s why she’s banned from the pool.” 

  Laughing at the now funny memory of Billy slapping your ass as you walked by him in your swimsuit. 

  The way Eddie’s fist felt in your hands as you shoved it down, the rage in his eyes as he was ready to beat the bricks off of Billy. 

  The sick twist of his mustache when it formed a grin knowing that Eddie was on his last strike with Hopper and couldn’t defend you. 

  And the satisfying crack of his molars splintering in his gum line when you knocked your fist into his jaw.

  The pain and swollen fingers were worth it. 

  “And I’d do it again,” you say lowering a finger and taking a swig from the bottle, the burn of the liquor barely there now. 

  Steve laughs, a new sense of almost admiration, as he looks at you with his hair in his face, grabbing the joint from Eddie’s fingers and holding it firm between his teeth, “my turn,” he says clearing his throat, “uh..never have I ever… kissed Eddie.” 

  You and Eddie look at eachother and giggle awkwardly around the cloud of dense smoke, but your fingers never budge. 

  “Seriously?” Steve says incredulously, looking from you to Eddie and back to Eddie and then you again, “can’t lie in this game, dude.” 

  Eddie had come close to kissing you on a few occasions. Once in high school at Steve’s party after winning the beer pong tournament, he looked at you the way someone would a lover, wetting his lips and looking at your mouth, but in the end he gave you a bone crushing hug and twirled you around the room. 

  Another time during the 4th of July fireworks last year when you had both smoked two bowls from the pretty pipe he gifted you earlier that year on your birthday.

  The air was warm, just like today, and you leaned your back into his front as you laid lazily on the roof of his van. He was singing a song you were too high to comprehend and when you turned your head into his shoulder and looked up at him. 

  His fingers wrapped around a lock of your hair and you hummed in approval. Snuggling further into him. And the next thing you knew it was nearly dawn and you had fallen asleep. 

  It just never seemed like the right time. 

  “So who’s turn is it?” Eddie said clearing his throat. 

  “Oh n-n-n-n-n-n-no!” Steve said leaning further into the circle, clearly interested to know what’s going on, “we aren’t just gonna skate past this.”

  “Drop it, Steve,” Eddie said all too fast, his boots stretching out to kick at his thigh. 

  The bottle in your hands is suddenly heavy and you set it down with a clunk on the bed of the truck. And you pick hastily at your nails, avoiding two sets of brown eyes. 

  “Fuck it,” Steve says, tongue dancing around his mouth trying to stop a smirk, “I dare you to kiss her.” 

  You're certain your heart stops beating. 

  “Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighs. Running his hand on the back of his neck, his open cut off flannel shirt showing off his tattooed chest. 

  “Y-you don’t have to Eddie, it’s okay…” you say trying to brush the tension off, not noticing the way his hands are fiddling with the ends of his shirt and how his eyes haven’t left you, “but I dare you to.” 

  It could have been the combined high. It could have been the fact that you hadn’t taken your eyes off of Eddie since you parked your bike against his trailer this morning. 

  He was always good looking, in that goofy best friend kind of way. And although your friendship was never normal, Eddie’s hands always searing through your skin like grill marks on a hotdog, it never crossed the boundary into something more. And you’d be lying if you weren’t curious about how his lips would taste. 

  That was all the convincing Eddie needed before he pushed himself up in a fluid motion, balancing on his knees, and leaning back with a second guess, but it’s you who leans up on your knees too, meeting him halfway.  

  His dark curls swing around your face as he gets impossibly closer. “You sure?” he asks, working a finger under the tip of your chin. 

  And your surprised when your nod is followed by soft lips, slipping against yours. 

  He tasted like the liquor you’ve been drinking and matches. Musky, and woodsy. Your tongue swipes against his bottom lip and catches into the corner of his mouth, the brine of sweat on your tongue has you whining into his mouth and he swallows your noises with glee. 

  He shudders when you pull him closer, fingers hooked into the fabric of his shirt. His eager hands holding your face, lips smacking against yours, and for the first time today, it’s not the heat that has your panties wet. 

  Kissing Eddie is like finding money in your jeans after they go through the dryer. It’s easy, and slow, and so fucking good. 

  Seconds, minutes, days? go by before Steve clears his throat and mutters an ahem! 

  Eddie finished the kiss by nudging is nose down the apple of your cheeks and kissing behind your ear. 

  “Fuck…” is all Steve can muster and you bite your lip and sit back down, lips still buzzing with Eddie’s spit still on them. 

  Eddie is smiling and looking at you, eyes drunk on lust. 

  “I— uh, yeah, it’s my turn I guess, ” straightening your back and crossing your legs in a pretzel, you know damn well you’d get at least one finger down from Steve. “Never have I ever… kissed Nancy Wheeler.”

  Steve rolls his eyes and puts a finger down, and when a long finger covered in grease despite the many wipes against denim jeans  also disappears into a fist… a sloppy grin lines Eddie’s mouth as Steve looks like he might throw up. 

  “Are you fuckin’ serious man?” 

  Eddie explains to a butthurt Steve, “let me explain, fuck— it was like a hundred years ago, after junior year, she kissed me!” 

  It was true. 

  Nancy went to Eddie to buy some “forget-‘ems” (Eddie’s coined word for ecstasy) after Jonathan left her for the pretty long haired new boy from California. She was scared and didn’t want to be alone while she took the white pill. Drug use being foreign to her entirely. 

  Eddie? She had asked kindly, unsure about herself for the first time. Take it with me? 

  His long curls bounced as he nodded his head, taking one of the pills from her dainty hands and placing it between his teeth. Tipping his head back with a quick jerk and a rough swallow, hoping it looked cool, he looked into her blue eyes and gave her a grin. 

  It was strange, having the preppy Nancy Wheeler in his trailer with her proper fitting cardigan and light wash skinny jeans. 

  He could tell she was uncomfortable, the normal glow of her skin was lost behind shallow cheeks and dark rimmed eyes, pressed tight with setting powder to try and hide it. 

  maybe she should have had a smaller dose, being that her small frame had never dealt with drugs before. And right when Eddie’s high took over, Nancy Wheeler had started to feel it too.

  She ran around the trailer giggling and feeling the rough edges of the peeling wallpaper. She did flips on Eddie’s bed and spilled cereal all over the kitchen, laughing with dark wide pupil filled eyes. Completely rolling. 

  The high lasted longer than Eddie had thought it would, and she started to cry when thinking about her mom, crying harder when she asked Eddie about his. Forgetting she was gone. 

  She took it a step further by kissing Eddie square on the mouth, wet cheeks and harsh lips pressed to his before he could pull away. And immediately after, Nancy threw up all over his lap. 

  Ending the high and the four hour sudden friendship they had gained. 

  Eddie had told you the story one night when he got too drunk, making you swear to secrecy the next morning that you’d never tell a soul, and you hadn’t. Keeping the pinky promise with your friend all the way to your grave— if he hadn’t just spilled it all to Steve. 

  “See,” you say to try to smooth things over, voice calm and cool through your own high, “no harm no foul, Stevieee,” you chirped, hiding a small giggle behind bit lips. 

  “Really?” Steve spit, flustered and a bit bold trying to mask his hurt with venom. Tongue pressing deep into his cheek and his dark eyes locked on your own, hands tapping onto his bent knees, “then maybe we should even the score, huh?”

  Eddie blows a ring of smoke into the air, following its lazy descent into the dense humid sky. “You wanna kiss Chrissy?” He looks at you with a quizzical expression, laughing at your stunned face, not understanding what Steve is getting at, “be my fucking guest, dude.” 

  “No,” Steve says firmly, not breaking eye contact with you, dark knives of fury peel back each layer of skin, “her.” 

  Eddie says your name in disbelief, and you’re stunned to your core, realizing the air was suddenly much stickier and hotter than before. 

  He sits up straight and leans over the discarded card game, pointing at Steve, eyes narrowed in on him, “you don’t even like her.” 

  “Sure I do,” Steve lies, sniffing loudly, his wicked eyes glance towards Eddie and he licks his lips when he turns his head back to you, eyeing you up and down, as he leans back on his palms, “don’t I, Taffy?” 

  Eddie’s nickname he had given you when you were kids for love of the cavity inducing candy, felt wrong falling from Steve’s mouth, especially in the grim sentiment it was said in. 

  Of course he was referring to the way he had approached you at that party at the lake all those years ago. 

  You could still smell his Acqua Di Gio cologne, the way the sun highlighted his hair that summer, the freckles on the bridge of his nose, the warm beer on his breath. 

  You make a face in disgust towards him, “I’m not kissing you, Harrington.” Crossing your arms in finality as if your words held enough power to command an entire kingdom. 

  Eddie shoves Steve’s shoulder, “what the fuck man,” mixed pleasure of pain and concern painting his face, “don’t be weird.”

  Steve knew how much Eddie liked you, having spent many nights on the roof of his practically abandoned home listening to Eddie through FaceTime over analyzing how to make his move. 

  “‘m not,” he says with a shrug, long fingers tapping against the metal of the truck bed behind him, legs stretched out so the tops of his air forces skim your bent knees, eyeing what he wanted, you. 

  “just trying to get even,” Steve said nonchalantly. 

  “She’s not gonna kiss you,” Eddie said, shaking his head and throwing his hands around, hurt lacing his voice, “give it up.” 

  Steve wiggled the toe of his sneaker against your knee, shooting you a wink, “not until she does.”

  It’s not as if the question hadn’t crossed your mind. It had more times than you’d like to admit. What would it be like to kiss Steve Harrington? 

  “Dude! She doesn’t wanna do it. Fucking leave her alone.” Eddie’s voice was loud and on the cusp of breaking as he pleaded with his friend.

  What would have happened if you fell for his charm instead of turning him down? He was definitely sweet back then, taking your hand in his and guiding you along the rough terrain of the woods. 

  “Let her speak for herself!” 

  Eddie’s eyes fall to yours in desperation, his heart aching for you to tell Steve off, “c’mon, tell him, Taffy.” 

  Pressing your eyes shut tight you can feel Eddie’s hand on your knee, rubbing soft circles in an attempt to remind you that he’s there. 

  “One.”

  “What?”

“What!”

  “Just one kiss, then you need to shut up, got it?” 

  “Taff, you don’t have to do this, we can— we can just get home and I’ll pay him or something.” He’s desperate, willing to do whatever it took to not have this happen. 

  “It’s okay, Eddie, what’s one stupid kiss gonna hurt?” 

  You don’t hear the way he groans and throws himself back against the side of the truck, pinching the corner of his eyes between his fingers trying to ignore Steve’s low chuckle and smirk planted on his face. 

  “C’mon then,” Steve presses, man spreading his legs and patting his lap, “get over here.” 

  You roll your eyes and push yourself up again, “cocky aren’t ya?” 

  “all confidence babe,” he says back, licking his lips, and you roll your eyes again before kneeling in front of him. 

  Eddie groans and kicks at Steve’s leg again. 

  “Sorry dude, just bro code,” he said to Eddie, “and you,” he says addressing you with a nod, “ready?” 

  “Yeah, whatever.” 

  He doesn’t move like Eddie, he’s grabby and rough, taking what he wants and not waiting for cues. He bullies his way into your mouth with his tongue, colliding yours with his and massaging it wildly. It wasn’t bad, just completely different than how you were just kissed by Eddie. When his teeth bite the flesh of your lip you yelp in surprise.

  You turn your head and Steve’s lips trail down your neck, hungry hands grab at your waist and pull you into his lap. Your eyes are closed but his are open, looking at his friend and moving his hand in a wave to beckon him over. 

  A second set of hands is on your shoulders and you feel Eddie’s lips against your neck. 

  “This okay baby?” 

  His breath is hot and stuttering as you reach up and fist your fingers in his hair, your answer muffled by Steve’s mouth. 

  You moan their names, and it drives Eddie wild. 

  Eddie’s hands lower the strap of your tank top scraping your skin with the blunt of his nails. He groans when he sees the absence of a bra strap, diving into your warm skin with a lapping tongue, thrashing slow against your skin, working a strawberry shaped bruise into your skin.

  Steve’s hands are already working to pop the button on your jeans, and you whine when you feel his hard cock beneath your leg. 

  “So fuckin’ pretty,” Eddie breathes as you crane your neck to meet his lips, desperate for your lips to connect with his sgain. 

  His hands fumble on your tank top straps and he groans when his fingers skim over the swell of your tits, you twist his hair in your fingers when his rough hands pinch at your nipples.

  Steve takes his shirt off and tosses it carelessly, his skin is warm on your bare chest as he licks at your exposed neck and earns another moan from you, causing you to whine into Eddie’s mouth and move your hips against his cock. 

  You’re all a tangle of bare chests and sweat coated skin. The boys are barely giving you any time to breathe between open mouth kisses and lazy tongues before the other one commands your attention. 

  “oh, fuck,” Steve whimpers when he works your shorts down, his large fingers find their way into the wet folds of your pussy, “no panties?” 

  Eddie pulls his mouth from yours to let out a desperate groan as your hands unzip his jeans, “shit, all day and no bra or panties,” his hands caress your cheeks and his thumb slips into your mouth open, which you close around him and moan, “you’re a bad girl, huh?” 

  “With the tightest little pussy, fuck,” Steve groans as he pushes a finger into your slick walls. 

  “Mm’mm” you answer them both at once, grabbing needy at Eddie’s cock through his boxer briefs as it flips into your hand, heavy and leaking a pearl of cum from the slit. 

  Noises of all kinds flood the bed of the truck. 

  Wet sloshing from you gushing over Steve’s fingers, him coaxing an orgasm from you as quick as he could, determined to hear your pretty mouth hum. 

Eddie almost in tears as your mouth devours his length  and the head of his cock slides into your throat. 

  The velvet skin of Eddie’s heavy cock slides in and out of your mouth at a slow speed, a small patch of hair rubs on your nose as you take him deeper.

  He’s muttering incoherently and Steve is egging you on. His lips wrapped around your nipples and teeth nipping harshly. 

  “Jesus Jesus sweetheart, Taff— I’m gonna, don’t want to shit shit shit,” you open your mouth and he slides out on accident as you cum all over Steve’s fingers. Sloppy and wet as he rubs at your clit like a DJ. 

  “Thas’it,” he encourages, “so fucking wet, pretty little pussy, yeah, you like this? The two of us giving you what you want huh?” 

  “Yes, Jesus Christ yes!” you’re a blabbing mess, as your high peaks and Eddie spins you away from Steve.

  Steve’s jeans are soaked from you and he’s pitching a tent big enough to host a family reunion. 

  “My turn baby,” Eddie says kissing you sloppy on your lips, “been wantin’ to taste this sweet pussy for years.”

  He helps you lay down on the blanket, making a makeshift pillow with the discarded clothes from the three of you. 

  You’re covered in sweat and more than likely sunburnt in places no one ever should be, but you could care less. Being worshiped by Steve and Eddie had you feeling like the sexiest woman alive, and nothing could compare to the separate high that alone was giving you. 

  Eddie nudges his nose in the crook where your thighs meet, tongue lapping up the pleasure leftover from Steve. “What’d’ya think Stevie boy? Wanna bet I can make her cry?” 

  Steve’s busying himself with unthreading his legs from his jeans, his cock in his hand as he strokes it up and down at the sight of you spread out and naked for them. 

  “You’re on, Munson.”

  Eddie’s tongue was tantalizing. Demon-like against your puffy clit and going further into your pussy than any tongue has before, including Robin’s. 

  His nose pushes up against your clit as he goes deeper, swirling his wicked tongue and slurping your folds into his mouth. 

  You’re buzzing all over. Vibrating from the intense pleasure. Moaning and yanking Eddie’s hair between your fingers as he moves and licks and darts his tongue. 

  Pretty whimpers elicit your body and are swallowed by Steve’s lips, as he hungrily works his tongue into your mouth. The swirling and twirling is all too much.  Their tongues work like hands on a clock and your second orgasm arrives quick fast and in a hurry. The tears spill from your eyes as your writhe and moan beneath them, clawing every inch of their skin. 

  Eddie cleans you up with his tongue holding your hips in place as you shake and try to wiggle away from him. Too sensitive as you lay practically lifeless on the bed of the truck. 

  “Told you,” Eddie says as he sits up, with a sheen of your arousal all over his face. Smiling wide. “I’m just that good.” 

  Steve sits up and tucks his cock back into his boxers, pushing his hair back from his sweat slicked face, “yeah yeah, whatever…” he says, looking out towards the blue sky and the wavering, heat wave horizon, a stupid grin on his lips, “better get dressed sweet girl.” 

  “Thought we were just getting started,” you whine as Eddie kisses his way up your body, laying on his back next to you, his finger threaded with yours. 

  Steve chuckles and points a long finger to the road, “it’ll have to be another time, princess, our ride is almost here.” 

I have a part two partly written .. lemme know what you would think of that?

CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

[feelbokkie]

[11:50 AM]

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff drabble, the slightest angst

pov: 2nd person

description: telling chan to slow down (based on that random stress dream I had a after 5 Star dropped)

pairing: bf!Chan x reader

warnings: swearing

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When your fully asleep body rolled over, the shock from the unexpectedly cold sheets woke you up. Unsure if you were still asleep and dreaming, your hand spread out over the spot to be sure it is actually empty. You quietly groan as you turn over to grab your phone, the light burning your eyes and forcing you to squint as you check the time.

4:42 am

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," you mumble, setting your phone back down and slowly get up. You grab a throw blanket from the foot of your bed and walk out of your bedroom.

When you get to the living room, you find Chan hunched over his laptop with his head in his hands at the little desk you had in the corner of the living room. The one you put in to encourage him to come over to your place to work so you could ensure that he would get some decent nights of sleep and eat real food.

"Channie," you croak, your throat still full of sleep, "what are you doing?"

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asks, turning his head to you. He often worked without headphones when he was at your apartment in case you needed him.

"You're empty spot on the bed did. What are you doing out here? It's nearly 5 am." You rub your eyes and stare at Chan.

"I working on some songs for the next comeback." He says, turning his head back to his computer, music quietly playing from it.

"You just realized 5 Star and you're currently promoting it. What do you mean next come back?"

"Yeah I know, but we have our next one coming out before the end of the year." He says simply like it explains everything in the world. You blink a few times before truly processing what he said. You know that the company isn't pushing them to release that much music that quickly. You've even heard them tell him to take a break a few times to no avail. But this is getting out of hand.

You walk over to Chan and cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look away from his computer.

“Christopher, you need to slow the fuck down.” You say gently.

"I can't. There's just so much to do and so little time."

"The music can wait a little bit. Your fans will definitely wait. Hell, they want you to slow down too. You can't keep working yourself like this. You're going to crash and burn eventually."

"But--" You press your lips against his to shut him up.

"No 'buts.' Now, save what you're working on and come back to bed. You have the day off today and you're taking it off damnit."

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[mattsturniolosmuse]

Steve Randle x Reader

This is also from the poll.

Summary: You ask him to fix your car, and you keep him company while he does so. You drive him home after, making a little pit stop *wink wink*

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, face sitting, cum play, car sex, dom! steve, sub! reader, this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written

"Fucking piece of junk." You mutter, pulling in to the DX to get your car fixed.

You get out, slamming the door. It had been a gift from your father 2 years ago.

"What's up with it?" A boy asks. He had dark hair, and it was grease back, and he had a DX shirt, unbuttoned, to reveal nice toned abs. You glance at his name tag. Steve.

"My car is making a weird noise. I'm sure you heard it." You say, gesturing towards the engine.

"Yeah. I think that the axle is rusted. I can fix that up for you." He says. You nod, sighing a breath of relief.

"Yes, thank you." You say, plopping down on a nearby bench.

"You been working here long?" You ask. Steve nods.

"Four years." He says.

"Mm." You hum in response. You would offer him help, but you were wearing a short leather skirt and a white tank top that showed quite a bit of cleavage.

You made small talk with him while he worked. You learnt that he is part of a greaser gang, and that he lives with them most of the time, unless his dad offered him money.

"There. All done." He says, slamming the hood shut.

"Thank you so much!" You say, smiling.

"That'll be $150." He says. Your heart drops. You didn't even have $50.

"Shit. I-i don't have that. Is there any other way I can pay you?" You ask, fidgeting your thumbs.

"Nah. Just give me a ride home, would ya?" He says, hopping into the drivers seat.

"Well, I'm not really giving you a ride home if you're driving, am I?" You chuckle, getting into the passenger seat.

"Wow. Real beauty." He says. You note that he's talking about the car. The first minute of the ride was silent.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to pay you back?" You ask.

Steve thinks about it, and when he stops at a red light, he quickly unbuckles his jeans, and pulls them down. His erection smacks against his abs, and your eyes widen. He smirks.

"Come on, gorgeous, you can do it." He says, chuckling. You are suddenly aware of the wetness in your panties.

You bend over the console and take his tip in your mouth. Steve moans quietly.

"Wait, what's your name? I need to be moaning the right one." The boy asks. You take your mouth off of him.

"Y/N." You take him back in your mouth, and the car starts moving. He takes one hand off the wheel and tangles it in your hair, pulling your head up and down on him.

"Fuckkk, baby, just like that." He moans, bucking up into you. He hits the back of your throat and tears start rolling down your cheeks. You gag, momentarily stopping, but then you get right back to it.

Steve hits a speed bump, and you jump, his dick going farther down your throat this time. You whimper, and Steve twitches.

The car comes to a stop, and he bucks up into you, both hands now on your head.

"I'm so close." He moans. Soon enough, his seed is shooting down your throat. You swallow it all, and he pulls your mouth off of him. You pull yourself over the console, straddling his lap as your mouths collide in a hungry kiss. Steve grabs your hips and grinds his waist into yours, letting out a loud moan.

"I-i need you." Steve says, pulling away. You pull the handle on the side of the seat, to make the seat go back. You start grinding into Steve, who hastily pulls your tank top off. He smirks when he sees you're not wearing a bra. He grabs your wrist to stop you.

"It's almost like you knew this was going to happen." He says. You shrug.

"The top has a built in bra." You say, grinding into him again. You stand up momentarily, to unzip your leather skirt, pulling it down your legs.

Steve smacks your hand away when you go to remove your panties. You look out the window, and you guys are outside a house.

"Steve! Is this your gang's house?" You ask, covering your chest.

"Yeah, but they're too busy watching the football game to see you, I swear." He says, removing your arm from your chest to admire you some more. He takes your panties and puts them in his shirt pocket, removing the shirt after.

"Those are mine now." He says.

Your lips collide again, more heated this time. Steve licks your bottom lip, but you deny him entrance. He squeezes your tits and you gasp, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. You whimper as his tongue collides with yours.

"Ready?" Steve asks you. You nod. Steve picks you up and you slowly sink onto his dick. He made you feel so full.

"S-steve!" You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. You start moving back and forth, and Steve grasps your waist to push you down farther.

"Y-yeah, gorgeous, just like that." Steve moans, bucking into you. You pulled off of him completely, and slammed back down.

"HOLY FUCK!" Steve moans loudly, forcing your hips to go faster. Your hands are on his chest, boobs hanging in his face as you bounced on his dick.

"God, oh god, Steve!" You moan as you lean down to kiss him. His tongue immediately clashes against yours. You leave his lips to lick his neck, leaving hickeys.

He does the same to your breasts, leaving hickeys everywhere.

"I'm so close, Steve." You moan out, digging your nails into his chest.

"Yeah. Cum all over my cock. Do it for me." Steve moans. You bounce a couple more times, until you release all over his cock. He pulls you off of him and releases all over your chest.

He scoops it up, guiding his fingers to your mouth. You suck on the digits, not breaking eye contact with Steve. His boner grows again.

He scoops up more of the mess on your chest, and draws a big SR on your chest, chuckling.

"I want you to sit on my face." Steve says.

"No, i'll suffocate you!" You say, blushing.

"No, you won't. It'll be fine. Please?" He begs.

"Ugh. Fine." You say. You bring yourself forward, and hanging onto the handle above you, you hover over Steve's face. His hands grasp your waist and he pulls you onto his face.

"Oh! God..." You moan. It was a different feeling, and his nose brushed against a soft spot.

"Steve! Fuck, that feels so good!" You moan as his tongue slips in and out of you. His hands start moving you back and forth on his face, and tears leak out again. The pleasure was too much, you were seeing stars.

You couldn't think straight. You didn't know which way was up and which way was down. You could only think of Steve.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

Your orgasm came very quickly. You gasped and pulled yourself off of Steve, his face covered in your cum, and he had a stupid grin on his face.

"Thanks, babe." He says, grabbing a cloth from the console and wiping his face.

He flips you over.

"Round two?" He asks. You nod, and he pushes into you, pistoning his hips into yours at a fast pace. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his lips to yours. Your clit was pulsing with pleasure, and it was added to as Steve rubbed it gently.

"I love you, Steve." You say, accidentally. He stops.

"What? Say that again?" He says.

"I-I love you." You say quieter.

"Fuckkkk" He moans, going faster than before.

"I-I love you too, g-gorgeous." He says, twitching. He releases into you. He dresses you, but you are wearing your tank top and your very, very short skirt with no panties. You step out of the car and into the Curtis' house, Steve's cum still dripping down your leg.

"How was that for paying me back?" Steve asks, grabbing your ass and kissing your neck.

[onmyyan]

Endless Again

Chapter One

A/N: This first chapter is just an introduction to (Y/n), Damian and Jon make a short appearance but it's mostly a set up for the rest of the story, feedback is welcome and I hope you enjoy!

TW'S: death (no main characters), canon typical violence

All you wanted was one normal year.

One painfully mundane year where someone wasn't trying to murder you for no reason.

It's all you asked from the universe when you looked up at the stars, anytime you saw one shoot across the dark sky you made sure to make a wish.

It was rare for the twinkling lights to peak through the heavy clouds.

Considering just how insane the past few months have been, you figured you'd long since earned a break.

Gotham was only ever quiet when she wanted to be, one thing you could count on was how the untameable city never truly felt as peaceful as it did in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun having yet to kiss the sky, even criminals got cold, well most of them anyway.

A light blanket of gray covered the brooding city like a hug, its familiar haze brought a warm blossom of comfort to spread out through your chest, it always looked like it was just about to rain, seasoned gothamites could tell if you needed to bother with an umbrella just by the smell in the air.

Your elderly neighbor Edna had told to that one night you'd gone to keep her company, she said she could smell the rain before a drop hit the ground.

Another thing you loved about your city was the constant skin-biting cold wind, it was especially apparent whenever you found yourself outside at this hour, the breeze a welcome sting, no matter how often you went inside shivering, you felt the serenity was well worth it.

You, your Mother Grace, and her older son Peter, all lived in this cozy little apartment in the upper east end of Gotham.

The floor you three lived on was just below the roof, all you had to do to get up there was pop open the triangular window in your room, the landlord had tried in vain to seal it shut with layer after layer of paint, the ledge was so easy to scale, it almost felt like an invitation.

Heights had never bothered you, in fact being up so high you could see the dark waters of Gotham Bay crashing against the docks from where you stood, it made you feel oddly centered, leaning comfortably against the chain link fence, fingers looped through the holes, the metal was quite cold against the heat of your palms, tired (e/c) eyes watched as your breath fanned out in clouds before you.

You didn't know when you'd get the chance to be up here again, so you allowed yourself to take in all the wonderful sights and sounds.

Your neighbor in 4B was walking her dog in the yard, kicking snow over the mess the Yorkie made instead of picking it up, then there was 4D, the sad-looking man always trudged his way to where you could only assume was work, he made sure to pause in his commute if he saw you out, his halfhearted wave was always returned with one of your own.

Your eyes trailed the array of little cuts and scars littering your knuckles, they made you feel tough when you were younger, and still do, to see them and still feel the breath in your lungs meant you were still fighting. No matter how you got them. No matter how often you got knocked down. You had them because you came out of it.

While this was one of the safer neighborhoods in town, Grace still made you sign up for self-defense classes about a week after bringing you home from the adoption agency. It was one of your earliest memories of her.

The 5'3 woman was small in stature but not in presence.

She packed a punch like a bullet, and she always managed to stand comically out of place when she came to your tournaments, Grace often looked as if someone had plucked her straight out of a 50's glamour magazine, blonde waves almost always pinned up in a classy up-do. Her big blue eyes held the warmest look whenever you caught her gaze in the crowd.

She'd be sandwiched between two meatheads with the most obnoxious glittery sign no doubt decorated by herself and Peter the night before, she'd always cheer the loudest, you looked back on the memories fondly, not only did you love the adrenaline of throwing people around, you ended up needing these defensive skills more than you anticipated.

It was like she knew you'd be in trouble eventually and wanted to give you a headstart.

You didn't mind, especially since you'd had to beat the shit out of one too many perverts on the way home more times than you could count, to this day she didn't know how many punks you left bloodied in the streets.

And you intended to keep it that way.

She was a great mom, often working double shifts as an ER nurse, Gotham general was never empty so she always had something to do, anytime you or Peter showed the slightest interest in something you wanted she did anything she could to get it for you, loving you like you were her own, never once making you feel ostracized, she made it abundantly clear she only wanted her children safe and happy.

So when she gave you a rule, it was hard not to follow it, all she asked of you, was that you never let anyone outside the family see what you were capable of.

To this day only she and your older brother were privy about your powers, she knew you didn't remember much from your time before the adoption so she never bothered asking about the nature of your abilities, it was like this weird unspoken rule not to discuss your, oddities. Seemingly just happy to have you as her daughter.

One night, after a long day of dealing with the intolerant little shits at your public school, she'd been trying to comfort you for hours, heartbreaking at the tears in your eye. When you'd stopped crying long enough to ask her for some oddly specific brand of ice cream she knew you adored, Grace, being the bleeding heart she was, folded immediately.

It was just down the street anyway, she figured nothing could happen in the five-minute walk to the corner store she'd made a thousand times before, that was until about five minutes into the outing, you felt the horrible stare on your back and snapped your head around with a startling speed. Both meeting the gaze of the masked man and catching him off guard, there was something in your stare that made him hesitate, but he pushed passed it to continue steadily sneaking up on you both.

You didn't need to read his thoughts to know whatever he intended was vile in nature, you tugged on the small woman's sleeve, and forced her to stop.

"Mama- look." Her head snapped around with a gasp, and she instinctively moved you to stand behind her, using her body as a shield, "Please- don't do something you'll regret alright?- I-I'll give you anything, just don't hurt us."

She started shakily removing her watch when he moved his hand to his belt, the streetlights caught it just right so the glint of steel could be seen tucked into his waist, he continued to stare, breath heavy and eyes wild.

There was this moment, where he just stared at you both, his unruly stare flickering from the mostly empty streets to the seemingly defenseless pair before him, he appeared to have made up his mind, hand reaching for the handle of his knife.

Before Grace could open her mouth to scream for help, Before either of them could think, you'd made your move.

Just as he went to take another step forward, you flicked your little wrist in a circle, body moving on autopilot, not thinking of anything but getting the threat away from your mother, a flash of red glimmered over his glazed-over eyes, you watched in silent awe as he walked himself into the suddenly busy traffic of downtown.

The resulting carnage pulled every car on the block to a screeching halt, as people screamed and began to spectate, Grace could only stare in horror as people began to flood the scene.

She scooped you into her arms, and ran home, her hands holding you tight to her chest, that was the night she'd sat you down before bed, eyes wide with unshed tears.

"Please darling, I need you to swear to me- swear you'll never let anyone see what you can do." Her soft hands held your little face in a tender hold, so you could feel the tremor in her touch as she pleaded with a then 10-year-old you.

Desperately trying to convey her seriousness to you without yelling, she stared you down until you confirmed out loud. "Never Mama." her request was delivered in such a shaken tone you couldn't help but nod your little head, curls bouncing rapidly as you tried to pacify a situation you didn't understand.

Her older son Peter had always been kind to you, having your back in the way older brothers do, even when he couldn't actually do much against them, he did his best to defend you against the bullies, taking the brunt of their viciousness.

Someway, somehow they seemed to smell it on you; like there was a neon sign on your forehead that said oddity, you always wondered how they knew something was different about you.

It was as if something primal told them to keep an eye on you, the same way you watched a wild animal in captivity, just waiting on the day it loses control.

Growing up hiding from your powers was as hard as it was dangerous, every time you got a little too mad at one of your tormenters and all the windows in class shattered, or if you focused a little too hard on a person and they'd get yanked back into the wall by an invisible force, you risked blowing your cover completely, your senses almost always overwhelming you.

Grace had a protective streak which wasn't hard to understand as she had children in the most dangerous city in the states, so you didn't fight her when she asked you to stay home, it's not like you had friends lining up to hang out, you didn't mind, although it did make you have to get creative when it came to hiding stuff.

You took to training your abilities in secret, starting small, you began by lifting all the furniture in your room as high up off the floor as you could until your hundred-pound bed became as easy as lifting your phone, then you moved on to yourself, often getting lost in the floaty sensation it gave you to fly, these were the abilities you'd honed in the best as you could, practicing them at home without being discovered was doable, telepathy was another subject entirely.

Living in a crowded apartment building meant anytime you tried turning it on, all of a sudden it was like a thousand radio stations blaring at max volume in your head.

As much fun as you were having discovering yourself, it seemed the more you trained your abilities, the weirder your life got. You'd spent the last year of high school defending your life from dickhead after dickhead, the would-be assassins only ever struck when you were alone, and seemed to attack more and more, as time went on.

In an effort to deter them, you'd spent the last few years as a homebody, hoping a decrease in public appearances would also slow their assaults, and up until a month ago it was working.

That is of course until someone tried to wrap a wire around your throat when you were doing laundry. You'd accidentally knocked him out cold when you threw him off of you and into the wall, he'd hit it so hard his body left a print.

After tossing him in a dumpster a few blocks away from your home, you screamed into your pillow for a few minutes, that was way too close, and you decided then and there that you had to do something, you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if anything happened to the people you cared for most.

All that to say, your loving little family, as sweet as they were, still saw you as this helpless little kid who needed someone to hide behind, so you could understand why their fear was near palpable in the apartment the night at dinner, they exchanged looks and silent debates but stayed supportive, both of them absolutely terrified about your departure for Gotham U in the morning.

"Are you sure you can't take some courses online? I read something about that yesterday at brunch." Her voice was shaky as she took your hand over the table. "Ma relax - she's twenty-one years old, she can handle it." Peter was quick to defend you, knowing if his mother had it her way neither of you would ever leave the house.

He shot you a reassuring smile, patting his mother on her arm. "Plus, she knows we got her back, always."

Grace shared a teary-eyed look with her eldest before excusing herself to the bathroom to no doubt cry. Your chest stung at the sight, hating to be the reason the kind woman was upset, but you knew it was for the best.

You couldn't resist the urge to read her mind, flinching at what you felt, you immediately stopped and began messing with your food, your appetite suddenly gone.

"Don't worry about ma- you know how she is, she'll come around." Peter said nudging your shoulder in a light-hearted manner, he was the peacekeeper in the house, "Thanks, Pete."

You said forcing yourself to take a few more bites, finishing the meal in comfortable silence.

That was hours ago, and you could still feel the near-crushing weight of the fear in Grace's heart.

You knew at the root of her fear was love for you, she was just worried for your safety.

Yes, her reaction was intense but it wasn't near as bad as some people got. Before she'd bared you from using them, you used to use your powers like party tricks, nothing too major, just making little things appear or reading someone's mind when they bet you ya couldn't.

Not a lot of folks like knowing you could see them for who they were. When you were younger you could never understand why people got so cold when they realized you weren't lying.

This was another reason you didn't like poking around in people's heads.

It more often than not left you with bruised feelings.

Shaking the thought away, you allowed yourself to be fully swept up in the calm morning, something you felt would be the last for a while, call it intuition, but you had the nagging feeling that despite your wishes for a peaceful, normal freshman year, it would be anything but.

And one of the primary causes of your future chaos was currently trying to sneak his way back inside the Batcave, unsuccessfully I might add.

On the opposite side of Gotham, the city's latest Robin was just then coming in from patrol. He had turned his bike off early, in an effort to be as quiet as he could while he snuck in.

"You were supposed to check in hours ago Damian," Bruce said without looking away from the documents in his hands. Damian winced as his hopes for the older man being asleep were crushed, although he should have known better than to think his Father would be sleeping at a healthy time.

He began removing his tactical gear, carefully placing each one in its proper place while he thought of his careful response.

"You've always told me to finish what I start on the job - now I'm supposed to abandon my post for some arbitrary curfew?"

"That curfew is only in place because I couldn't trust you to remember your new semester, which starts in," His calculating eyes glanced at the Rolex on his wrist, "Less than an hour so I suggest you use what time you do have to shower." Damian turned to curse silently and sped walked his way towards the elevator.

"Before you scoff I'll remind you that had you actually done what we agreed upon instead of trying to work around it by patrolling all night, you'd be well rested."

Damian made his way upstairs silently fuming to himself, he'd been dreading this day for as long as he could remember, he'd had a college-level education since before middle school, and to pretend to need it for the sake of public appearances felt like a waste of time to the young hero, he spent as long as he could in the shower, letting the steam and near scalding water distract him from the soon to be headache that was Gotham U.

The black turtleneck he threw on was more for practicality than fashion despite looking quite good in it, he was really just thinking about wearing something he couldn't bleed through, the cut he'd gained on his latest outing as the Boy wonder had been sloppily patched up in his haste to get ready, it wasn't like him to drag his feet in such a manner, but the youngest Wayne was beyond unmotivated.

Damian made sure to give Ace and Titus a goodbye scratch under their chins as he left, he offered Alfred a wave and leisurely walked to the first car he saw, a shiny black 2022 BMW, he turned the seat warmer on high and flicked the radio on, settling into his routine was just starting to curb his sour attitude when a name popped up on the touchscreen, "Jonathan Kent, why are you calling me so early in the day? Have I not suffered enough?"

He could hear the taller male's laughter in his voice when he responded, "Very funny Damian, you're still coming to pick me up right?" The green-eyed man felt his face drop, he checked his mirrors before whipping the car back around towards his friend's apartment. "Of course, although I still feel it pointless seeing as you can you know, fly." Jon sucked his teeth at his friend, "Psh yeah right, I heard you do that U-Turn, lemme' find out that was illegal and I'm telling your dad."

"I can always leave you where you stand."

"Just kiddin'! Jeez, you're more grumpy than usual, Do you really think it's gonna be that bad?" Damian sighed through his nose, not bothering to respond, "Be ready to jump in because I'm not stopping the car."

"You're messing with me, right? Damian?? Hello?"

[ontheshroom]

Ceo jack, Sucking off jack under the table when he’s in a virtual meeting

Smutmas day 1: On Mute

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut

A/n: for the next 25 days I’m doing smut requests for Jack Harlow, Urban wyatt, and Rafe Cameron!🤍

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Working from home wasn’t enjoyable for Jack until he began seeing you. Although his time off was meant to be just that, he could handle the one meeting out of the day if it meant he could peer from the top of the laptop screen and see you moving around his home.

He watches as you grab a cup from the kitchen cabinet, his shirt just barely exposing the crease of your ass as you reach for it. He could already feel his dick threatening to push against the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Right, Jim. But as I said, I’m not interested in that offer.” He tells one of his partners.

“Jack, it couldn’t do anything besides benefiting us.” Jim sighs.

“It’ll benefit us for the next three years and then drag us into a shit hole once we realize that the business we’re trying to buy is failing,” Jack explains.

You quietly fill your cup with water before sitting in front of Jack. The makeup you’d been wearing the previous night is smudged under your eyes. If you’d look in the mirror you might describe yourself as a mess, but to Jack, you looked even more irresistible. Maybe it was the fact that he knew the story behind how your makeup changed.

Your nipples create little tents in his shirt, driving him to want to touch them and admire them as your face softens in pleasure.

At this point Jack is sure all the blood in his body has rushed to his dick.

The things Jim is explaining are blurred and incoherent, he’s only thinking of more ways to ruin you.

Jack never thought that when the awkward nervous girl walked into his office a few months ago he’d end up being so spent over her, but now he’s wishing he was the cup you keep wrapping your lips around, even more, he wishes he was the water you were swallowing.

In a swift movement, Jack is muting his computer.

“Y/n.” He says, his voice dripping in arousal.

“Yes?” You hum, the teasing tone of your voice not going unnoticed by him.

“I want you under this table, sucking my dick until tears fall from your eyes,” Jack says, a smirk forming on his lips as your digest his words.

He expects you to argue, maybe to even deny the thought altogether, but instead, you nod and fall beneath the table.

The next thing he knows he feels you pulling down his sweatpants, your fingers dancing around his thighs.

“Your mouth, y/n.” He sighs.

“And be quiet, I’m taking myself off mute.” He smiles, knowing the thought of being caught now have you clenching your thighs together.

Jack takes himself off mute but is barely able to keep his eyes from shutting as you lightly suck on his tip. The swirls of your tongue threaten a breathy moan to fall from his lips. You gather up enough spit to lube him up enough to stroke whatever can’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

“Jack? What are your thoughts?” Mike, a coworker of Jack, inquires.

“I’m sorry, the connection must’ve been out. What do you need my thoughts on?” Jack asks, nearly breaking his speaking stride as you swallow more of him.

“What if we buy and flip the company?” Mike asks.

“Why would we buy a million-dollar company and sell it for a million dollars after we put more money into it? We’d gather no profit. This whole idea is bad and we need to trash it. Ask the Vergas family if they’d like to merge for 50% instead.” Jack shrugs.

You hum ever so lightly, not enough for it to be picked up by the mic but just enough that it sends goosebumps throughout Jack’s body.

“Call me tomorrow and let me know,” Jack says, leaving the call.

“Fuck you’re doing so good.” Jack groans, gathering as much of your hair as he could.

He just barely guides you, mostly holding your hair in dominance.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces.

You hum again before feeling him grow in your mouth. With only a couple more thrusts you feel his warm cum fill your mouth.

You look up at him as you swallow, even using your finger to gather what was missed and guide it back into your mouth.

“What a breakfast.” You smile.

“Now that you mention it, I think I’m hungry too.” Jack laughs, moving the table back so you could crawl from under it.

You don’t get too far from it before he has you sprawled on top of it though.

[edensbuttercups]

Summers and letters - Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

after the Coffee shop AU (x), time for a Scout AU

Summary: Every summer, you spend one moth at summer camp, teaching kids and teenagers along side a group that you've grown to love. And that's were Bob teaches too, planning games and activities for yet another year, except this year might be the last, having sent all of his details to try to get into the Navy. So what happens when he does leave for the Navy, leaving both you and the kids missing him, as well as your crush for him not yet revealed?

A/N: This has been in the works for months, and I just couldn't find the motivation to finish it, but gladly, I finally did! Planning on writing a part two from Bob's point of view, at least from when he leaves, when he receives the letters, how things go from there. I hope this ends up being a good read, let me know if a part 2 sounds interesting enough! ♡

Words: 4.5k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

Every summer, you set aside a whole month for the scout’s camp, a whole month spent with kids and teenagers, depending on the week, and a whole month with your fellow teachers and friends. You had been seeing them every summer for at least four years at this point, the real world getting shut out each time you crossed the makeshift entrance to the camp, nothing but three trunks nailed to each other, strong enough to hold onto each other during the worst of storms. The weeks were organized in the best of ways, groups divided by age and somewhat easy to deal with, ending each camp with a song by the fire, a good amount of badges earned and a whole lot of fun memories to take home. 

And after dark, when the kids were in bed, you got to hang out with everyone by the fire, just like you had with the kids, yet with different conversations, deeper, funnier, getting to know each other better, with the lack of contact, usually, between one summer and the other. There was one of your fellow colleagues that you kept contact with, Sarah, just one year older than you and living on your same street, and a colleague that you wished to have more contact with, but never found the courage to: Robert. He had everyone call him Bob, and you couldn’t help but smile every time he came over to you, talking excitedly about the activities planned, or some of his passions, adventures on the ranch, dreams. You remembered one of the first nights on camp this year, when the two of you had found a spot by the campfire, on lookout for any kids ignoring lights out or that rather preferred wandering in the dark, talking to each other to make the time pass, keeping each other company while you waited for the next people to take over. 

“I remember my first time on a horse. I wasn’t really a fan of the idea, but my dad had insisted, so I climbed on and tried my best for a solid ten seconds, before deciding to give up. Ended up with my foot stuck on the saddle. Rode for 50 meters upside down and crying.” He told you, his cheeks blushed from the slight embarrassment he still felt when talking about it, but it was all worth it when you laughed, your hand reaching for his shoulder as you wiped a tear from your eye. “Were you okay?” You asked, eyes sparkling from the laughter you had just graced him with, finding the image of a seven year old Bob hanging from a horse a little too funny. “Oh, yeah, just annoyed.” He said, laughing once more and shaking his head, “I tried again the next day, actually thinking about my movements before jolting down a moving animal, and eventually I came to love it. I was just grumpy that day and that did not help.” You smiled at his words, his way of being, the comforting sight of him in front of you, sitting cross legged in front of each other as the nearby campfire warmed you. “What’s your plan with the ranch?” You asked, shifting a little closer, just to feel his knees bump against yours, his hand reaching over to grab your hands, holding them between his when he saw you shiver, a comforting habit he had grown into after knowing you for a little over two years now. “I’m not sure. I always thought I’d stay. Help my family, keep on what has been going for years, but… I don’t know, recently I’ve been wondering if maybe leaving would-” he shook his head, frustrated that he couldn’t find the right words, “I’m afraid that staying here will make me miss something that maybe I’m supposed to find.” You nodded, blushing at how his hands were cradling yours, thumb gently caressing your skin as he talked, understanding his words but getting lost in his touch. “An adventure you’ll miss if you stay here?” you offered with a smile, having felt the same thing as him. This town was great for many things, but it was its own world. You loved summer camp, creating a separate reality from the rest of the world for a good month, but when you got back home you did wonder what you were missing, if all those things you saw on tv were things you were supposed to truly live, rather than simply dream of. He looked at you, his eyes scanning your own, nodding slightly. Squeezing your hands softly before letting them go he cleared his throat, looking ahead at someone, your mind soon catching up and standing up, knowing that it was time to give up your lookout position and head to bed. He whispered a goodnight as you reached your cabin, waving timidly before climbing the steps to his own, leaving you with a smile on your lips at his first story, and some aching in your chest at his uncertainty, one that matched your own. 

“Bob! Next year maybe we can try the other trail? I heard there’s caves and stuff!” the kid excitedly said, her hands gripping tightly to her own pants, trying to contain her movements. “I… yeah. If I’m here, sure!” He muttered, hands reaching for hers, helping her move down from the log she had climbed onto, the way back to camp seemingly not fun unless she went over any obstacle she laid eyes on. You turned to look at him, in your eyes a questioning look that he returned with a small shrug and a smile, hoping that he’d have the chance to further explain later on. He had never missed a year, always there for the whole month, mentioning once that this was his time off from the ranch, getting extra time to hang out and do something he loved. So his uncertainty was… weird.  “You promise?” she asked, this time jumping over a small rock, her hands clinging onto the kid in front of her, Nellie. “Yeah, promise! Promise!” Nellie started chanting, soon aided in her chorus by most of the other kids, their voices high in pitch and loud, making you laugh as you moved around them, gently shushing them. “I… I promise, yeah.” he said it slowly, as if his promise wouldn’t count that way. He was half sure he would be there, but he wasn’t fully sure, and lying was something he hated, especially when it came to lying to the face of those adorable kids, kids he had spent various summers with. “Time to head back, kids, let’s not overdo it, we wouldn’t want dear old Bob to go deaf, right?” you joked, moving them along the path, the sign to the entrance of the camp now in sight. You missed the way he smiled at you, or the way he had to glance down at his feet instead of quickening his pace to catch up, the lie slowly making him uneasy. You slowed down your steps, falling into a small walk as the kids ran ahead, finding the others and falling into a queue, ready for the next activity, one that neither you nor Bob had to partake in, time for a welcomed break. “If you’re here?” you questioned, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, pushing any other feeling away, even if the closeness of your hands was making it hard to concentrate on anything but reaching for his, holding it, for once. “I…” he started, taking a deep breath in, chuckling lightly, “I was thinking of joining the Navy. Sent my papers to the academy and all. I don’t think they’ll take me, I mean, c’mon.” He laughed, pointing at himself, “but if they do, summer is… not a thing I’ll be able to pass here, I think.”  “Oh.” You managed to reply, your footsteps slowing once more, not willing to end your chat so soon, slowly stirring it towards the path that twisted around the camp, a short-ish walk, but leaving you with some more time to talk. “I mean, they’d be lucky to have you, really.” you said honestly, smiling at him. “But I’ll miss you, if you end up going.” You revealed, looking up at him. He didn’t look like a Navy guy, with his messy hair, not combed after the night ‘cause of lack of time, or his glasses, or his slightly shy demeanour, but you’d support him in it. He was smart, and he had many skills, and he would be great and you knew he could do it. He wouldn’t know that, of course, since you never quite got the courage to ask for his number, never exchanging them, never hearing from each other if not when you met a whole three seasons later, and so you’d never get to tell him how proud you were of getting in, if that ended up being the case. And it took everything you had in that moment to not show the disappointment in your face, especially when you glanced back up at him, his cheeks red from the sun and his eyes twinkling from the light. God, you thought, If he does end up going, next summer is going to be hard.

You sat by the campfire, Bob sat opposite you, Sarah by your side, chatting with the others about the last days on camp, the crackling of the wood making everyone smile fondly as stories were exchanged. “I couldn’t believe that Kyle found the courage to cross that bridge all on his own.” Martin said, shaking his head. You nodded along with the rest, smiling as the kids' accomplishments were shared, as the last activities were planned, from writing a summary of their favorite activities for reference for the coming years, to what stories to tell and treats to cook. “So,” Sasha said after all the planning had been done, “what are you all going to be doing this winter? Will we be seeing everyone next summer?” He asked cheerfully. He was the oldest of the group and acted almost like a dad to everyone, always keeping in touch when he could, but also taking care of the vast majority of the summer camp organization. You smiled as everyone took their turn telling their plans, talking about your own when it was your turn and told everyone your own plans, not varying much from those of the previous year. It was then Sarah’s turn, with the chatter about parties and travels, hopefully, never losing that glint in her eyes as she talked. It was then Alice’s turn, and Eliott’s, until it was Bob’s, and you moved to look at him, curious to listen, and to have the extra excuse to look at him with no guilt about it. “I’m going to help out at the ranch.” He mumbled, “The usual. But… yeah.” He added, nodding with a light chuckle. It was the furthest thing from a confirmation about his presence in the upcoming year, but Sasha took it as one, not noticing how Bob’s eyes darted to yours when he didn’t mention what his plan really was, almost as if he was asking you to keep his secret, which of course you did. You gave him a soft smile at his words, keeping your gaze on him, seeing his big blue eyes as they looked back, a timid smile sent your way as a silent thank you.

Two days later you said your goodbyes. The kids left first, their parents coming to pick them up as they hurriedly ran towards them, jumping in the arms of mothers, parents, brothers, grandparents or caregivers, each child happy to have spent the time in the wild but still glad to go home. Olivia and Nellie, having grown closer this year than they had during the last two, waved at everyone, giggling and running around. You turned to look at Bob, his smile bittersweet as he looked at everyone, waving and saying his goodbyes, and his words from the previous days came to mind. “So…” you said, moving closer to him, “I’ll see you next year, maybe?” He hadn’t added anything else, and while there were still a few hours to be spent all together, fixing what could be fixed of the camp and saying your own goodbyes, this seemed like one of the last moments you’d get alone with him. He sighed, looking down. “Maybe, yeah.” He nodded, already missing the idea of not being here, but feeling a passion in his being at the thought of what the navy could offer. “I’d love to be, but… it’s not sure.” He mumbled quietly, still weary about talking about it with anyone but you. “I’d love for you to be, too.” You joked, deciding on asking him for his number when you saw his smile, the excuse of keeping in contact perfect and direct. “I wanted to-” “Hey, Bob! There’s some fixing to do in cabin 4, can you give me a hand?” Roger shouted from halfway down the path, interrupting you. “Yep! Coming right down!” He shouted back, fixing his glasses and looking back to you, expectantly. “Oh. Ehm… nothing,” you said with a dry laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up under his curious gaze, “Go help Roger. I’ll see you later!” you waved, turning to find Sarah. You had almost asked him. Which was already a step forward, maybe. Still, it felt bittersweet. Even if you got his number, there was a good chance he’d be gone by next summer, away in another state doing who knows what. 

You sighed as you reached your cabin, finding Sarah in it, packing and cleaning, moving around to the music. “Anything I can help you with?” you asked, stepping in and smiling at her, happy when she nodded, needing something to keep you busy. “Last bit of cleaning, yeah. There’s a sponge by the desk over there!” She said, pointing at the clean sponge by the soapy water, the smell coming from it flowery and sweet. You moved by her side and cleaned along, dancing slightly to the music, not saying much.

And there you were, a few hours later, clutching your bag like your life depended on it, waiting to see Bob for the, possibly, last time. “Hey.” You heard him call after a moment, jogging up to you and sending a wave at Sarah, patiently waiting in her car. She had told you to talk to him, that being the only way you could get a lift home from here, and that’s what you did, clinging to that threat to give you the confidence you needed. “Hey.” you repeated, sighing softly, “so, it’s done, huh?” You barely had spoken, his arms already wrapped around you in a quick hug, a thank you whispered in your ear before he pushed away, standing before you again. “I’m sorry. I… I hope to see you again?” He asked, slightly stuttering as he reached for his bag, flinging it over his shoulder with red cheeks. “Yeah.” You hummed. Want to exchange numbers? You could’ve asked. Would you like to keep in contact? “See you next summer, maybe?” Is what you came up with instead, looking at him expectantly until he nodded, swallowing the words that he might’ve liked saying, leaving you to leave with a curse on your lips at the missed opportunity, and him with a slight sadness in his chest, knowing it was likely he wouldn’t see you next summer. 

Winter passed slowly, spring soon breaking the frost and warming everything up, leaving a sense of excitement bubbling in your chest. You couldn't wait for camp to start again, meeting new kids, spending time by the fire, seeing Bob again. It was stupid, but he was kind, and cute, and intelligent, and you enjoyed spending time with him, so harboring a little crush was fine, but a little distraction you could allow yourself. 

And then the start of summer officially came, leading you all the way up to the annual meet-up, few days before the kids would arrive, the camp in need of some small maintenance and preparation. It was all great, until each single person arrived, except Bob. He was always one of the first to arrive, with his bag of stuff and big smile, waving at everyone and standing by your side, your little chit chats vital as you caught up with each other. But this time he wasn’t here, and you knew what it meant. You tried to hide your wandering gaze, feeling a hand brush over your arm and jolting you out of your thoughts, meeting face to face with Sarah. “How have you been?” She asked you excitedly, pulling you in a hug. She held you tight, moving you from side to side as she patted your back, happy to see you in this setting rather than your usual neighbourly visits, even if her reaction made it seem like you hadn’t seen each other in months. “All good!” You lied, smile tight and fake, hoping that she couldn’t read what was really going on in your mind. You had held on to the hope that Bob would be here, but now that you were waiting, it didn’t seem likely anymore. “Great!” She smiled back, taking in her surroundings and counting each person there. “We’re one short.” She announced, turning to look at you with questioning eyes. “Bob’s not here.” You said, looking down and revealing your secret almost instantly, knowing she’d understand soon enough anyway. She knew about your slight crush on him, revealing it earlier last fall when you spent a chilly night with some drinks, the alcohol making you spill your secret. “Oh, honey.” She said softly, hearing your tone and reaching to pull you in another hug, this time trying to comfort you. It was just a crush, but she knew you cared about him, and had desperately hoped that he’d be there.

“Bob?” She asked, perching herself forward, almost falling off her chair. “The cutie with the glasses? The one that always comes over to chat with us but never really talks to me unless you’re around? The one that looks at you like you’re a goddess every time you help a kid that fell over, or when you charm everyone with your stories?” You felt your cheeks burn as you shook your head, knowing that that could not be the truth. “Sarah, please.” You begged, half-regretting mentioning this to her. “No, no, I fully get it! He is cute, he’s funny, you two work well together. But you should tell him.” She spoke honestly and simply, clinking her bottle to yours. “Never.” You said with a laugh, knowing that that wouldn’t happen. Sure, you worked together, and you loved talking to him, and every time you were by his side you could get lost in his stories or just sit in silence and enjoy that too, but there was no way you’d tell him that you liked him. “Okay, then ask for his phone number. That way you can chat, and maybe he’ll ask you out.” You sighed, shaking your head. “If the moment calls for it, sure. I’ll… maybe.” You offered, clinking your drink against hers and smiling when she nodded, letting the subject of asking for his number fall, yet still talking about him for another moment, laughing each time you blushed at something she said. 

And so, camp went on as it always did, with bumps and cuts and stories and adventures and crying and laughing and joking and hoping. But with no Bob. It worked out, somehow, except when the kids felt his absence, asking about him, wondering, talking.

Pauline caught up with you, Nellie by her side as she tugged on your pants. “Hey, Pauline, Nellie. All good?” you asked, stopping to talk to them. “Where’s Mister Robert? He said we could go explore the other trail this year!” Her smile was bright, and your heart broke a little more at the knowledge that he wasn’t here. You had heard him make her that promise, and even if he had tried to avoid it, she clung onto it for the whole autumn, winter and spring. “Bob isn’t here this year, dear. But we can still go explore the other trail, we’ll just have to-” “Why isn’t he here?” She asked, interrupting you with a frown. You sighed, lowering your head at the question you had asked yourself the first day back, waiting for him eagerly to arrive only to be left with one person less on your team. “From what I know, he joined the Navy.” You explained quickly, grabbing both her hand and Nellie’s as you walked, answering each question as well as you could as you walked back to camp, needing to tell Sarah the change of plan and pick up any gear needed for the new trail. “Can we send him a letter?” Nellie asked, already collecting a leaf and a flower to press and add to the letter, remembering when he had taught them all about preserving flowers, insisting that they were great gifts, especially for people far away. “We… I think?” You truly weren’t sure, but you assumed that probably it wouldn’t be an issue. You could go talk to his family and get an address, or just leave all the letters for when he got back. “We can.” you decided, giving yourself the afternoon to collect the materials for the next day, knowing that some of the kids would want to add little drawings or think about what to write. “So,” you started, calling the attention of all of the kids, combining a little group of all the ones that had the chance to meet and work with Bob, along with one kid, Henry, that hadn’t, but that had heard so many good things of him that begged you to send him a letter anyway. “Everyone can get one piece of paper to write, and one to draw. Don’t feel obliged to do both, but don’t waste paper either.” you said, trying to be stern but not overly so, flashing everyone a smile as they walked over to grab what they needed. By the end of the day you had collected all of the letters, sitting on your bed while you waited for Sarah to be done with her shower, reading through them and smiling at some of the drawings, Bob being drawn in all of them, sometimes with a goofy smile, or with a Superman cape, or giving a thumbs up to a kid when they did something right. He had always been kind to them, always treated them like equals, always cared for them, and the love he gave was always returned, these letters just proving how he was in their eyes. Dear Bob, I miss you. We get to write you letters, we hope your you’re having fun at the navy thing school. You said we’d get to go try the other trail. We did last week, it was scary but we did it. I miss you, come back to camp again next year please. Love, Nellie.

The first one said, the messy handwriting accompanied by a drawing of her and Bob holding hands, the sun shining in one corner with a big smile.

Dear Bob, My name is Henry. You didn’t meet me, but I heard from my friend you were amazing. I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet. I hope to one day. Big hugs, Henry

This letter had a drawing of a car, red and fast, along with a character that probably was Henry, waving.

Bob, You’re not here this year. I’m sad :( Will you be back next year? What are you doing now? Do you miss us too? I drawed your favorite flower, I remember when you showed me in the forest last year. Come back soon Lucie

And Lucie, just like she promised, had drawn, with her little uncertain lines and messy coloring, a cute flower, Bob’s name written behind it with a big heart.

You closed your eyes, holding the letters in one hand as you considered if this was okay. Shaking your head, you picked a piece of paper up, choosing your best pen and writing a few words to accompany the ones from the kids, each one too sweet to not send to the man you had slowly started catching feelings for. 

Dear Bob, So you made it! I had no doubts, I’m so proud of you! I hope this is okay, but the kids missed you, so I proposed writing you a letter, something to remember us by. There ended up being quite a few, so I hope between trainings and lessons you’ll get enough time to slowly read them all. It was lovely getting to spend so many summers with you. I’ve missed you. I’ve attached my number at the bottom of this message, it might make communication easier, even if just to let me know you got the letters. Big hugs from everyone. 

You signed your name at the bottom, scribbling your number and checking it thrice, as well as reading the whole thing over and over. It wasn’t much, and most of what you wanted to say went unwritten, not willing to tell him anything more than friendly words, already debating for quite some time before Sarah convinced you to write your number down too. “He’ll appreciate it.” She comforted you, looking at the letter in your hand. “It’s so forward.” You muttered, eyebrows drawn together in worry. There was nothing more that scared you than losing this friendship you had built with him, kill this harboring crush before it even had a chance, just cause you had been too forward. “This is literally the opposite. If I were you I’d end it with Love, or with my whole heart, or-” “Okay.” You interrupted her, plucking the page out of her hand and folding it neatly, placing it on top of the stack. You’d send them tomorrow morning, the address you had gotten written carefully and neatly on the front, all the letters placed together in a simple box, not overly heavy but surely giving him some reading material. You truly hoped he wouldn’t mind you finding out where to send the letters to. When you had gotten to his family’s ranch, roughly a week ago, you smiled as you knocked on the door, his mother welcoming you in for some fresh lemonade and a slice of her apple pie. You ended up sticking around for over an hour, telling her stories of how you had met Bob, what activities he was the best at organizing and what stories he had told, as well as her mentioning how much he talked about you, making your heart flutter until you realized she probably meant you as in “the whole team”. By the time the sun had started to set, you had left his house with an address, a piece of pie for the way home, and a new friend. The next morning you sent the letters, the little box you had prepared now donning his name and an address, and soon, hopefully in the next week, he’d receive them.

A week and a half after that, you received it. A simple text from an unknown number, the picture attached to the message immediately giving you a clue as to who it might be.

I am honestly speechless. I didn’t expect this, thank you so, so much.

[mushrubes]

j's lullaby

Masterlist | The last of us masterlist

Requested : No

Song : j's lullaby (darlin i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Contents : mutual pinning, grumpy + sunshine, canon divergent, wholesome <3

Word count : 1k

Have a great day / night !!

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Darling, I'd wait for you Even if you didn't ask me to

His eyes locked onto you as he watched you walk around, unable to tear his gaze away. A soft smile on his face as he saw you interact with the other citizens in Jackson. "What's up with you, old man?" Tommy grinned, earning a grunt from his older brother. Tommy turned to Ellie who also had a smirk on her face, knowing exactly what was going on. "Shut up." he grumbled, rolling his eyes at the pair of them. "Why don't you just tell them!" Ellie huffed, Joel rolled his eyes and turned to face them. "Because you know why. I'm no good for them." he huffed, placing his glass on the table and walking out.

"Has he always been this oblivious?"

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Tie a lasso 'round the Moon And bring it on down to you

"That's Orion!" you smiled, pointing to the stars on your left that formed the constellation. You had slept over at their house, Joel claiming it would be too dangerous for you to walk home at this time. He had been sat out on the doorstep, something occupying his mind so you decided to come and keep him company. "You know a lot about the stars." he commented, his face softening as he saw you turn to him, a massive grin plastered on yours. "My sibling taught me a bunch about them! Of course until..." your voice trailed off, going quiet as you remembered them. "I know how you feel." he comforted, deciding it was right for you to know.

"I uh...I lost my daughter." he informed, voice quivering as he saw flashbacks and her screams replaying in his head. "I'm so sorry, Joel." you frowned, not pestering for the full story, and sat back down next to him, squeezing his hand as you intertwined yours with his. "It's okay, sweets. Feels nice to...talk about it." he assured, rubbing his thumb up and down your hand comfortingly. "Sarah...she would've loved you." he spoke up, a fond smile on his face as you turned to him. "Really?" you asked, butterflies swarming as you took it as the highest compliment you could get from him, aware of how rarely he spoke about her.

"I'm sure of it."

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I'd bottle the feeling you give me And shelve that stuff for years to come

The town crowded as the horse came trotting through the gates, Ellie half asleep as Joel sat behind her. Tommy had to squeeze through, getting people to move as he helped the off the horse. Ellie got down first, Maria immediately embracing her as Tommy checked Joel. "Get Ellie back in, I'll be okay." he assured, shrugging Tommy off as he looked at the wound that was wrapped on his stomach. "I gotta go find-" he spoke, Ellie cutting him off. "It's okay, go. Just be safe." she pleaded, giving him one last hug before heading towards the houses with Tommy and Maria.

Joel looked around, trying to find the familiar face but struggled. "Excuse me!" a voice called, making their way through the crowd and going as quick as they could. "Sweets." Joel breathed out as he saw you, meeting you halfway and pulling you into a hug. He winced slightly as you hugged him too tightly, nudging his wound a bit. You pulled away in concern, lifting up his shirt slightly despite his protests. "Joel..." you gasped, seeing the mostly bloodied bandage. You grabbed his hand, pulling him along to your house.

"Let's sort you out."

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'Cause, baby, when your arms are around me I'd swear that I'm holding the Sun

"Like this?" you asked, holding the gun up with both your hands as you pointed it at the target. You weren't far off, but if you did that towards a Clicker, there was about a 50/50 chance of you surviving. "Let me help, sweets." he chuckled, coming up behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to hide the blush that was coming up on your face and the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Okay, tighten your grip on it a bit more." he instructed, his hands on top of yours as he curled your fingers down. A fuzzy feeling took over your body, slightly zoning out everything Joel was saying. He gently pushed your finger, setting the trigger off. The sound of the bottle falling brought you back."Well done, darlin'" he complimented, his arms still wrapped around you as he swayed side to side.

Thankfully, you were faced the other way, unable to see the redness in his cheeks.

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I'd give you the Sun if you asked me You could have all of the time

The only noise filling the area was the crackle of the fire. You were on the way back from a supply run, Ellie asleep in her sleeping bag in yours and Joels reach just in case something happened. "Joel?" you called, getting his attention. "Say this whole thing came to an end at some point, what would you do?" you asked, curious to know what his plans were if he even had any.

He was quiet for a few minutes, thinking to himself. He hadn't considered any of this - aware of it being most likely unachievable. "I'd want a modest life - much quieter than the life we have now. I'd like an old farmhouse. Some land - a ranch. I'll raise sheep. They're quiet and do what they're told unlike some people." he slightly joked, looking at Ellie for the last part and gaining a laugh from you. He saw you shiver slightly, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders while holding you close to his side.

You could have the stars and the trees When dividing up the Universe

"What about us?" you hesitated, not looking at him. Gaze fixated on Ellie's sleeping figure, too scared to see his reaction. "What about us, doll?" he asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't reading this interaction incorrectly. "What would happen to us?" you questioned softly. He lifted your head up gently, a hand under your chin as he met your eyes. "Sweets, tell me I'm not reading this wrong." he whispered, his mouth only a few centimetres away from yours. "You're not." you whispered, leaning closer, your breath hitting his face.

Joel leaned in, connecting his lips with yours and he knew right there, he'd do absolutely anything for you, no matter what.

You could have mine You could have mine

[queentheweeb]

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Yamada Pt 2

You were getting the hang of this new job rapidly and in the span of almost 3 months, you had some of the kids in love with music and others who liked it. That was your goal as a music teacher, you wanted to give these children something fun to do. They're always stressed and worried about school work and their future and what it holds, it's like everyone else forgets that they are only 15-16 years old. They don't know everything and will make plenty of mistakes and it's good if they make it here instead of out there in the real world. The real world is cruel and you won't get a second chance if you make a mistake. You even managed to grow close with Aizawa and Yamada, especially after the USJ attack and Kamino Ward Incident. It also became excessively harder and harder to hide your growing feelings for them. Why were your feelings trying to be a homewrecker?

"Earth to Y/N." You jumped looking up from your paperwork to see who was talking to you and it was Nem.

"I-I heard absolutely nothing you said." She rolled her eyes grabbing a chair to pull up next to you forcing you to scoot over and make room for her.

"Oh, that much was clear darling." Without a warning, she pulled you into a hug you automatically returned it knowing how the woman got if you didn't hug her. You'll be lying if you said you didn't love the affection.

"Your hugs are nice Nem." I wish Aizawa and Yamada would hug you the way she does. You mentally shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Honestly, it made no sense for you to like them in the first place. They were married for fucks sake! That didn't stop your wishful thinking though that maybe, just maybe they are polyamory.

"You disappeared on me again love." You jerked getting out of her arms but she left her hand on your shoulder to steady you 

"I'm sorry Nem." You chuckled nervously tugging at your collar and feeling your face flush. You were trying to calm down but the way that she was looking at you as if scrutinizing you and looking for your deepest secrets made you flush brighter and squirm in your seat

"You didn't get affection growing up did you?" You felt yourself choking on spit fumbling for an answer but nothing but gibberish came out of you. Before you embarrass yourself further you opt to shut up. Was it a pro-hero thing to be able to read people this easily or did Nem have a secret quirk? "I figured as much." She tutted turning around and propping her feet up onto the desk wary of your homework and lesson plans spread out 

"You're going to stay here?" You hoped your voice didn't sound too hopeful not wanting her to feel obligated to stay here but you wouldn't mind the company.

"Yeah, I don't have much to grade or do. I can save it for later on. Besides I have some business to take care of while I'm here." The grin that adorned her face spelled bad news so you went back to her paperwork unaware of the conversation she was having with two people.

The Power Trio

S: I will never understand why that's our group name (12:43 AM)

H: SHOUTA!!! Don't be a stick in the mud! (12:43 AM)

N: Name a better trio than us (12:44 AM)

S: My three cats, me my bed, and sleep (12:45 AM)

N: Honestly Shouta fuck you (12:46 AM)

H: This is exactly what I have to deal with on a daily basis. Do you see this? The disrespect is real (12:46 AM)

S: No one told you to say yes (12:49 AM)

N: Alright you love fucks, I didn't text you for this. I'm giving you some juicy gossip about your new boy toy. (12:50 AM)

S: Wanting a relationship with someone should not be called a 'boy toy' (12:52 AM)

H: Don't pay Shouta any mind, he just can't admit he's excited to hear what you got to say UNLIKE ME WHO WANTS EVERYTHING AS OF YESTERDAY!!!! (12:53 AM)

N: So your sunshine here loves affection. He's a whore for it. He got next to nothing growing up so now he craves it. You know what that means Hizashi (12:54 AM)

H: STEP 1: HUG HIM AT ANY TIME AND PLACE ESPECIALLY IF IT LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS ONE. (12:56 AM)

S: Step 2: Actually make sure he doesn't go overboard and scare him (12:59 AM)

H: I AM NOT THAT EXTRA :((( (1:00 PM)

S: Yes you are (1:01 PM)

N: Yes you are (1:01 PM)

H: Alright you know something. I am DONE being ATTACKED and BULLIED by the two of you. I am going to do WHAT I WANT and watch me WORK MY MAGIC. (1:03 PM)

That was the end of the conversation as Nem glanced over to look at you while you were back and forth between grading ferociously and creating lesson plans. 

"Hey, Nem what do you think about me doing this for the classes this week." She stopped thinking about scheming for a bit to help you with your lesson plans even if all she was able to do was listen and give support. "Well, I want to throw like a little music parade collab dancing thing for them. So I asked each person in each class to give me their number one favorite song. They have no idea why I want to do this but I thought that after everything happened with the USJ attack, sports festival, and the Kamino Incident that music would be a nice distraction. Everyone focuses on the hero classes but they're forgetting about the business, support, and general education classes. They were affected by all of this as well but no one thinks about it since it was the hero classes that faced it head-on. I also figured since there's no medical facility here to check the mental health of these 15 - 16 year old's I figured that music would bring them a sense of semblance and peace...I'm sorry I started rambling." You ducked your head blushing but, weren't prepared for the way that Nem jumped you squealing.

"I BEEN SO BLESSED TO HEAR SUCH WORDS. THE POWER OF YOUTH IS SO BEAUTIFUL." She started speaking gibberish after that not bothering you in the slightest. She was a lot to handle but, you saw why so many people loved her. She needed to be cherished despite her rambunctious personality. You hugged her back as much as you can before she let go standing up to make her leave "I have one more question for you love." You hummed giving her your full attention "Are you polyamorous? How do you feel about Polyamory?" Leave it to her to ask such an outlandish question.

"........I would usually lie about this answer but for some reason, I don't feel compelled to lie...I am poly-amorous so you can assume the answer for the other question..." You winced but refused to lose eye contact with her. You were used to the disgusted looks, being bullied, and being ostracized for your preferences.

"That's actually great that you're not judgmental. It's hard to find people like that nowadays." With that cryptic response, she took her to leave which left you with more questions than anything. You tried to take your mind away from it by throwing yourself into work and coming up with the perfect plan. You already had permission from the principal to use one of the gyms for class considering your quirk was both close-range and long-range. 

"Fuck, I hope they like this." You didn't notice two people standing in the doorway until one of them spoke.

"Like what?" You let out an unmanly shriek losing slight control of your quirk. You looked at the notes that formed floating mid-air as you grabbed them swiftly crushing them into your palm where they'll eventually disappear from your skin. You were embarrassed turning to said person but your blood pressure sky-rocketed when you saw it was Aizawa and Yamada standing there. You gaped like a fish as they made their way inside getting comfortable around the desk and picking up your papers to read them. You felt your heart thumping hard in your chest from their proximity and you were getting drunk off of Yamada's cologne.

"U-uh, I wanna create like an m-music dance collab in the gym for each class using my quirk. I got permission from the principal to use the gym." You almost flinched when an arm fell across your waist and you turned to give Yamada a smile when he was beaming at you ready to talk a mile a minute. Were his eyes always that pretty?

"Speaking of quirk, what kind of quirk do you have? It's music-related I know that I can tell by that slip-up when Shouta scared you." You chanced a glance at the man and almost squeaked when you saw how close he was to you. Now that you think about it they both were invading your personal space and you had no qualms about it.

"Well it's literally called music, I am able to make whatever instrument noise I want by creating vibrations with my body, also when I sing the notes become 'real' in a sense like you two saw, and depending on how low or deep they are will determine what kind of note comes out. Now the fun part about the notes is that I can control their size and use them to carry people around and make them float and dance to the beat. It can also be used to pin someone to a wall and give them a massive headache if I make the vibration or note high enough." You were so caught up in talking and explaining your quirk that you didn't notice they both shifted and now you were somehow in between Yamada's legs and leaning against his back with Aizawa leaning forward his face a few inches from yours.

"You always had bright eyes but they shine when you're excited." Aizawa was too close, he was too close and your feelings just increased ten-fold and shot through the roof. 

"Now who's playing it smoothly." Yamada's teasing voice vibrated in your ear and you couldn't suppress your shiver. Judging by the look Aizawa gave you before looking at Yamada it didn't go unnoticed.

"Forget smooth, straight to the point is the way." Straight to the point? Your eyes widen when he leaned completely in resting his forehead against yours and holding onto your hips. You would have been on the floor with a nosebleed if it wasn't for these two men holding you up. "I and Hizashi are polyamorous, always have been but we could never find someone to fit well with us."

"A little birdy told us that you were the perfect match." Fucking Nem was going to be the death of you if you weren't sent to the grave by these two. 

".....You two are actually serious." You looked between the two of them even though it was kind of hard considering Aizawa was blocking 99 percent of your vision.

"Don't get time for lies..." Aizawa trailed off and you realized with bated breath that they both were waiting for you to say something. This opportunity was not going to present itself ever again.

"Can I call you Shouta and Hizashi?" You waited for Aizawa to respond but Hizashi beat him to it

"Only if you say yes." You smiled a bit finding this all surreal but you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth

"Why else would I be asking?" It took a minute but it got through their heads. You giggled but were left a stuttering mess when Aizawa placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Oh, that's not fair." You were forced to look up as Hizashi gave you a firmer kiss that didn't last but left you drunk nevertheless.

"You're both going to send me to an early grave." You felt more than heard Hizashi's chuckle.

"Oh, sweetheart this is only the beginning."

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This concludes it

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Moving Out and Moving On (Drabble)

A/N: This was me figuring out the dynamics of Mickeys relationship with not only Bugs and Daffy but the rest of the Looney Tunes, but it's so tender I couldn't help but want to share with you all.

This might be put into Three Toons and a Baby but I'm not sure yet, so it's a drabble for now,

......................

A heavy drag in of his cigarette, breathe out the smoke and repeat, the smell a comforting memory to the mouse who sat on his front porch, it was a nice summers day a gentle breeze rustling his fur and carrying the cigarette smoke away with it,

But also his ex wife, who stood by the moving van, talking with the movers, she didn't even spare a glance towards him and he found he didn't care, they had both long ago moved on while carrying on the farce of a marriage for a further 20 years before it all had come to a head.

She had left first, packing a few boxes and leaving for Daisys, followed by himself as he found comfort in a pair of toons up in the Hills of LA, both of them leaving a marriage of exactly 50 years and a relationship of 96 years in tatters and nothing could or would repair it. Not this time, not even for their 2 kids,

So much had happened in such a short time it was hard for him to comprehend, but as the door slid shut to the van packed full with her things, Minerva approached him a packet of papers in hand,

"I have signed these, I give up my custody of Marian." His eyes widened, he thought they would share custody of their second youngest, but she was fully letting go turning away from them, he found himself only able to respond with,

"Oh, alright I will hand this over to Justin and his crew. You may need to show up in court to say the same,"

A sharp nod of her head showed her irritation, but understanding did show in her eyes, as she said her final words

"Right, then good luck Michael Mouse I will see you with whatever the company wishes for us to appear in."

He nodded as well, watching the woman turn and head for her car. He put out the cigarette and stood up he had packing to do as well

After all, he had handed the home to the Disney Company, who wished to have it preserved to his changrin as a museum cataloging their relationship and lives, he hated it, but he definitely did not want to be surrounded by the ghosts of his past, not especially when he already had a future waiting, this was the last painful step before he could enjoy it,

As he walked back in he sighed at all the remaining boxes filled with his items, his entire life. Pluto had already been moved up to the other property, he was already so much happier up there with so much room to run and play,

He jumped as a horn blared suddenly, whipping around to head outside once more this time, his breath caught in another way, a more emotional one as his new Partners hopped out of their car alongside their friends,

"Bugs, Daffy!" He embraced both of them, looking for that nosey neighbor Margot, seeing that she was not in her rocker on her front porch, he shared a kiss with the pair,"I thought you had work,"

"Yeah! Here Doc" the rabbit teased making the rest of the Looney Tunes laugh, Porky answering the mouse's confusion,

"B-B-Bugs told us you need need needed help."

"And that yer own crew were too busy with things to assist ya," Yosemite added, making the group nod,

"But I'm Disney," the mouse blurted out of habit, making the Warners laugh, Dot putting a hand on her hip, answering sassily,

"Yeah, you are! But you're also the toon dating our ring leaders, congrats Uncle, you're an honorary Looney Tune,"

At her proclamation, there were nods of agreement. He looked to his partners Bugs, giving him a smile of assurance she was right,

"Kids right, Doc. You may be the biggest Disney, but you're also mine and Dafs loving Partner as for the others, you and yours have become like family to the rest as a result."

That sent a warmth through him as tears appeared, his throat felt thick in a good way as he smiled at each of them,

"Thanks, guys,"

There were various noises of your welcome and of course from the group of Toons,

"Now, what are we standing round here for? Lets get you moved," Lola exclaimed, making them laugh as they converged on the home,

Bugs and Daffy took care of helping their love tape up boxes, while Yosemite and Wil E seemingly did the grunt work of lifting the furniture,

"Does Granny have Marian?" He asked as he lifted a box and walked out with Bugs to place it in the back of the U-haul Lola had brought,

"You betcha Mick, she's enamored with wonder mouse," he chuckled as they set the boxes inside, Mickey snickering with the other,

"Oh that kids given her a new lease," came Sylvesters voice as he sat a box inside the moving truck making their heads turn to him"I have never seen her this active in years,"

That made Mickey smile as they walked back towards the house,

"Good to hear, I'm glad she's been so good for her,"

"Heya Doc what's this?" Bugs came walking out of the kitchen with a book a note taped to the front,

His breath hitched instantly recognizing it, he managed to say,

"That's our Wedding Album," The rabbit wincing,

"Sorry doll, I didn't know" The mouse motioned shaking his head gently, taking it from him,

"Naw your alright Bugsy, honest. Just naturally hurts, this was my life for almost 100 years," he motioned around him to the home,"it feels like this is somehow wrong," he answered as he flipped it open, the first photo of him and Minnie standing at the alter with beaming smiles as she leaned into him, followed by one of them cutting the cake laughing, he sighed closing it, reading the note on the front,

Did not leave behind, can be put into the Museum I don't want it,

Minerva Fieldmouse

He figured that was the case, as Bugs looked at him worriedly, placing a hand on his partner's shoulder, finally the disney toon looked up

"But I don't regret this at all. As time passes, the pain will get better. It will be funny to watch people filter in, and this be on a shelf here," he finally laughed, handing it back to the other who smiled as Buster walked in holding an item in hand,

"Heya Mr Mouse-"

"You can call me Mickey," he interrupted but recognized the frame in hand," Oh, I recognize that, that's another of our Wedding Photos I was wondering where she hid it."

The blue rabbit snickered answering,

"Upstairs hallway table, we were making sure nothing was inside before we moved it to clean before putting it back like Daffy asked,"

The mouse carefully took it, handing it to Bugs,

"Gee, with all these weddin pictures, you're making me half tempted to have a false wedding to replace em!" The rabbit teased as he walked back to the kitchen to set them on the table, the mouse snorted, shooting back playfully

"You have had what 3 weddings? Bugs, I'm starting to think you just enjoy being fawned over,"

"It's actually 2 Mick and that's cause gay marriage was not legal in 1959 and in 2017 Daffy surprised me with wanting to have it be official despite our open status,"

"Cause with you getting run over like roadkill it scared me to the point I knew what I wanted to do," the duck huffed as he marched past with a box,

Both Mickey and Bugs shared a look before smirking, and running to catch up to him, the mouse kissing one side of his beak and Bugs the other catching the toon completely off guard

The lagomorph smoothly pulled the box out of his husband's grip laughing as he darted towards the truck,

"Your both despicable!" He crowed red in the face, but there wasn't true anger behind the ducks eyes just mild playful annoyance at their antics,

It took the group a couple of hours, but suddenly Mickey was staring at a mostly empty house from the front door,

"We will go on ahead and get this up to Burrow Manor," Lola called he turned around nodding calling back,

"Thank you again guys it would've taken me so much longer on my own!"

The Warner Rabbit flashed him a smile,

"Of course Mickey! Wakko no that's an air freshener-" The window was rolled up as he assumed she grabbed for the troublesome child,

Suddenly it was just him standing there, to his surprise a car drove up and he smiled softly as Eleanor got out and walked up the pathway,

" I'm sorry I couldn't come help you. That commercial shoot was brutal," She apologized as they embraced one another,

"No its alright sweet mouse, you had work like Goofys watching Max and Yakkos kids while their overseas and Uncle Donald's down in Rio for their annual trip across the continent. It's life it happens, besides your mother was here and I know your unhappy with her,"

Sure enough his daughter's eyes had narrowed at the mention of her mother,

"She's abandoned our family to move on. According to Aunt Daisy she's even blocked yours and my numbers and accounts. I know she has to heal but thats way to far and she's also cut out Marian. She's a baby!" He reached over and rubbed her arm in comfort, saying with honesty,

"I know, sweetheart, your mom's always had a habit of overreacting to any situation. It's just a part of her personality. Eventually, she will most likely try to show up and act like it's all fine. We just have to decide how we will handle it when that day comes,"

He squeaked in surprise, but smiled as he was hugged again, Eleanor burying her face into his neck,

"I'm glad your back daddy, I don't know how I would be able to deal with the loss of both my parents," She murmured, tears brimmed in her eyes, making his heart break at the confession, he cupped the back of her head to draw his daughter closer,

"And I'm never leaving you or Marian ever again,"

"And we will give him a swift kick in the ass if he eva tries again," turning to see Bugs standing there with a teasing, but genuine smile on his face, Daffy beside nodding,

That made the woman laugh as she let go wiping her eyes,

"And you two are the reason I'm not as worried that he will try it again." She finally fully perked up walking in"Man is it so weird to have this place almost empty,"

She walked through, tears pricking at her eyes as she touched the staircase banister,

"I remember sliding down this so much,"

"And I would get after you" She heard her dad laugh before she joined in looking into the living room, Mickey stood in the middle kneeling down he brushed his hand to the floor

"This was where you first walked," he stood up pointing where the armchair sat,"I was reading the newspaper, your Mother was out shopping and had left you home, I saw you stand like you'd done a million times, but I put it down and watched you as you suddenly let go, damn near gave me a heart attack,"He heard Eleanor laugh Bugs and Daffy joining in"But you made it to me and I was so proud and excited, Minerva actually didn't believe me until you gave her a heart attack in the kitchen where you tried jumping into the oven,"

That made Bugs and Daffy wheeze with laughter as Eleanor who'd heard the story a million times shook her head,

"I still say it was the warmth," making her Dad smile,

They watched as she exited the Living space and walked to the kitchen doorframe and brushed a hand on weird notches in the door,

"Heh, you never got rid of this," she murmured as the mouse shook his head,

"No, I never did."

The duck cocked his head in confusion,

"What is it?"

She pointed to the lowest, with a smile

"This was when I was a year old and then the next one when I was 2."

The rabbit smiled, saying smartly,

"That's adorable an precious it shows your growth" making her nod

"Yeah, until I was 15," she brushed a paw against the last mark,

"Stand next to it kid," She looked confused to the Rabbit but did so as he walked over and carefully notched where she came up to now and wrote

Eleanor Mouse 2023, Moving Day

"There, one last notch to make it complete," he smiled, she instantly embraced the rabbit,

"It's a perfect goodbye and closing this chapter,"

Mickey slowly walked up touching the last notch, murmuring

"And a beautiful way to open the newest chapter." making them turn towards him, all three hugging each other before turning towards the front door, Bugs and Daffy exiting first as Eleanor took her father's hand and together they stepped out onto the porch,

Mickey turned to close the door, brushing a hand against it, saying a silent thank you before locking it, getting choked up as he walked down the steps, they each got into their respective vehicles, he pulled out only pausing a moment before putting the old Mercedes into drive and watching the house disappear behind him for one last time.

[lovelyminnieee]

Labels - L.D.H

Pairing: business heir!haechan x ceo!female reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, slow burn (sort of?)

Content: arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, first time sex, LGBTQ mentions (nothing extream), choking, clitorial stimuation, degrading, praising, boob play, monster cock Haechan, nicknames, mentions of mastrubation, spit (if you squint), fingering, vaginal penetration (let me know if I missed anything)

Words: 19.6 K (I got carried away T_T)

Notes: Hi. so, uh, clearly, I got carried away. I didn’t think it’d be this much when I started, but you know here we are. Also, both characters, Haechan and Y/n have thoughts which I’ve given in different fonts.

This would be Haechan

This would be Y/n.

Do enjoy whatever I have rushed since I am in a rush. I have exams so let me just before I disappear. ——————————————————————————————————

“No, no, no, no mom, mom, listen–” you stare at her face boldly, spitting each word out.

“I. Am. Not. Getting. Married.” you spoke each word, storming out of the living room.

They wanted you to get married to someone you don’t even know. All of all, they want you to get married. You’ve only just started your own company, you have a long future ahead. You’re most definitely not looking forward to ruining that by getting married.

You shut the door to your room, careful to shut it without sound. You’ve already pissed your mom off , if she hears you banging doors, she’s going to come at you.

They wanted you to get married to the son of the Lee household for family, relational and business relationship building with them. You haven’t even seen the said son from the family, asking to marry him was a stretch.

Small knocks sound on your door and you whip your head up, ander subdued.

“Come in,” you mumble, and your dad steps in through the door, smiling gently.

“Hi cupcake, is everything okay? Your mother won’t talk to me,” he says, sitting down beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder, a sigh leaving your lips.

“She wants me to get married to the son of the Lee’s,” you mumble, and your dad sighs. There’s something in that sigh that says there’s a lot of trouble.

“Have–” he pauses, closing his eyes. It was hard for him to ask of you, especially knowing that you didn’t like the idea.

“Have you considered it?” you lift your head from his shoulders, and stare at him. You weren’t expecting him to say that, he was your everything.

“D-dad, I said I don’t like the idea of it,” you mention, and your dad nods and sighs. There has to be something wrong because that’s the third time he’s sighed in almost ten minutes.

“Our company is drowning, and so is our power in the community. If we need to keep this luxury, we need someone with a lot of power to join us, and help us out of this ditch. The Lee family is the only ones that have reached out to us so far, and they’re quite more powerful than they seem. The Lee family has been in the family business for more than 50 years, passed down from their great grandfathers. Think about it, cupcake. We need this right now. I hate having you married at this age, I really don't want to see my daughter live in a house with a man she doesn’t love. But we don’t have much of a choice. We’re running out of options. I don’t want to see you leave this house, really,” when you look at him, his eyes are glossy.

“I know you’re a good kid, and that you’ve started a company of your own, but I promise you, I won’t let any of the Lee’s stand in your way of running your business. You’re my intelligent daughter, I know you’ll make a good decision.” he finishes, wiping his tears with a smile. Your dad stares at you for a second or two, and then places a soft warm kiss on your forehead before getting up with a little difficulty, and leaving through the door.

You think. Your worries were about your career, your husband or his family stopping you from working. You’ve heard plenty of those cases before, your company is so important to you.

But your family business was struggling, you’d overheard a few conversations to know how bad. You want to fall in love, get married, and maybe, if your situations allow it, have a child or two. But are you ready to sacrifice your love life to save your family business?

You’re not sure.

After a bath and three cups of coffee, you might finally have your answer. You walk downstairs and try to find your mother in this enormous house, looking around and calling for her. It’d be a shame if this house would have to go.

“Mom,” you call from the counter of the open kitchen, and your mom turns around. For the first time in a few nights, you notice how tired she really looks.

“Yes?”

“I’ll agree to the marriage.” you mumble out. You said what you said and now you can’t go back on your word, so you wonder what you’ve thrown yourself into.

“You’ll- you’ll agree to the marriage with the Lee’s?” your mom’s eyes are wide.

“Yeah,” you mumble and your mother wraps you in a tight hug, her eyes grow glossy.

“You understand how big of a sacrifice this is? You’ve just saved your whole family business, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you,” she kisses your forehead, and you smile.

“It’s for you guys, and Jungwoo. He’ll be the one taking the company next, it’ll be hard for him to manage the company when it’s treasury is empty.” you hug back your mother, kissing her cheek. You’ve always been close with your mother, but your personalities clash often and you guys argue over small things. Nevertheless, she’s your mother.

You hope everything will turn out fine, although you’re a little worried about the stranger you’re going to marry. ——————————————————————————————

You groan as you stare at the dress your mom has sent you. Your dad has planned a dinner with the Lee family, and you’re expecting to see the man you’re going to marry. You’re nervous, and somewhat excited to see what kind of a person you’ll be marrying.

The dress is so revealing, and you can see a little bit of your cleavage. The back was sewn with some strings, ending in a bow right above your ass. The dress was classy, but revealing. You were going to a dinner, not a fucking club.

A note had been delivered with it, written by your mother.

Wear the dress at all costs, love you -mom

You read it out, a sigh following. Your make-up artist and hairdresser will be here in a few, you need to get dressed by then.

You pull on the dress and stare at yourself in the full mirror, surprised. You look smoking hot, and with your hair and makeup done, you’re sure you’d look mindblowing. Maybe your mom had a point.

Your hairdresser and makeup artist do their magic, and by the time you’re down the stairs, you look absolutely gorgeous.

“You look damn good,” Jungwoo compliments and you smile cheekily, replying with a finger gun.

“Wow, you really look like a princess now. You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” your dad compliments, holding out his arm.

“May I lead you, my princess?” you giggle before you hook your hands with his, walking with him. You might be grown and promised to a man, but you’re still your dad’s little princess. ——————————————————————————————

You’re nervous as you step out of the car, your stomach doing cartwheels. You hope he’s at least good looking.

You breathe out one last time before striding in confidently behind your family into the restaurant. You’ve been here so many times before, the private suite here is booked for the meeting and you’re sure of it. Although it is a 7 star michelin restaurant, you’ve always come here growing up, so it doesn’t really make it special anymore.

“Are they already here?” you whisper to your mother, who nods. All that question does is add to your anxiety.

“Hello, Mr. Lee.” your father greets the man, and the man greets him back. He’s old, but you’re 100% sure he looked like a Greek god when he was young. Mr. Lee leads you through a set of doors, and to a certain door at the end of the hallway. He twists the door knob open and smiles, settling on the chair.

You can see a woman, and two sophisticated men already settled on the table. You assume one of the boys is his brother, and the moment your eyes fall on one of the boys, you’re bewitched. His face is perfect, and he has the prettiest eyes and lips you’ve seen. He’s capable of attracting attention just with his looks, because the navy blue suit he had dressed in was mind blowing.

He tilts his head towards you out of respect, and you return the gesture. He’s gorgeous.

“Hi Donghyuck, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” your father stretches a hand, and the boy takes it with a small smile.

“It has been, Mr. Seo,” he replies casually.

So Lee Donghyuck is his name.

Donghyuck on the other hand, was mesmerised by you. You looked absolutely stunning in his eyes, he couldn’t help but stare. Your features were so perfect in his eyes, your dress freely flowed behind you. Your lips look so pink and soft and pretty, he finds it a feature he’s the most attracted to. Only when Mr. Seo spoke did he finally look away from you.

“It’s nice to meet again after a long time, Mr. Seo,”

“Likewise, Mr. Lee,”

You can’t bring yourself to focus on the conversation your parents were having when such a beautiful, totally-your-type guy was sitting before you. Him, however, seemed focused on the conversation, stealing little glances throughout the dinner.

“When will we be deciding the wedding dates?” your mother asks, and Donghyuck seems to suck in a sharp breath.

He probably hates getting married to me. With a face like that, I must not be that attractive to him.

Your heart sinks a little at your thoughts, and you lose focus at any and all conversation. You look down at your plate and poke at your food, occasionally placing some bits into your mouth.

“Y/n? Y/n, do you agree?” you look up, confused. All eight of the people in the room are staring at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up in an unrealistic colour of red. You hope it doesn't show through your makeup.

You just stare at them, hoping someone repeats. Your mother smiles with frustration, repeating the question.

“Do you agree with the wedding date being the 29th of next month?”

Your mind goes through your schedule, and you don’t find anything scheduled for that day.

“Yes, o-ofcourse. I find myself free on that day,” you smile, and the family seems to return to the conversation they were holding.

You glance at Donghyuck and a smile slips onto his face before he hides it with the poker face he wore all dinner.

“I think we should let the kids talk, what do you think?” Donghyuck’s father speaks, and you both lift your head at the same time, staring at him. What the hell were you going to talk about? This was your first time seeing him.

But everyone seems to collectively agree that this was a good idea. Mr. Lee shoots Donghyuck a look, and it looks like the boy mentally groans before getting up, and smiling sweetly at you, waiting for you to get up. You do get up, and he takes your hand softly in his before leading you out of the door into a balcony that was located right next to the room you were in.

The view is beautiful, just as gorgeous as the man beside you.

“I’m Lee Donghyuck, and you are?”

“Seo Y/n. Did you agree to all this?” you ask first. You’re curious about the man, but that can wait.

“Yeah, sort of. I had to, I'm the heir to dad’s company.” he replies, a sigh slips out of his pretty lips. It comes out as a cloud of ice due to the cold atmosphere.

“I have my own company, a clothing line. It was introduced on the Paris runway,” you say, and he nods, eyes fixed in the distance.

“I’m familiar, Aphelion, am I right?” He surprises you with his knowledge. He probably did his research on you.

You stare at him with curious eyes, a smile lingering on your face. He looks at you, and then he laughs, shaking his head. You have to admit it, he’s got the smoothest voice, and the prettiest laugh.

“No, no, I didn’t do research on you. I-I was personally there, in Paris. I have to say, they did catch my eyes.” he nods, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

It was freezing, goddammit.

You shiver a little because of the weather, and he seems to notice it. He contemplates something for a second, and then takes off his jacket. He puts it over your bare shoulders, covering your shoulders.

“Oh- you didn’t have to, I’m not-” you start mumbling but he cuts you off.

“Don’t lie, I saw you shiver,” he says. His eyes seemed like it never fell on you. He hasn’t made proper eye contact from the moment you stepped into the balcony, not even when he handed you his jacket. He looks quiet, peaceful as he stares at the bustling city below him.

He wouldn’t look at me because he isn’t attracted to me. He hates the sight of me, he gave me his jacket because he was polite enough to take care of a woman.

Your heart sunk again. Sometimes, you wish you could just be confident with yourself. You wish you didn’t overthink this much. You wish you could be confident with who you are, and what you look like. You wish you could be a little bit taller, a little thinner, a little more defined. You hate your thoughts so much.

You look at Donghyuck, and stare at him. He’s perfect, he has no job dealing with someone like you.

He looks at you, and you look away, too emotional to stare at him.

“What do I call you, Ms. Seo?” he asks, and you look up at him.

“Uh, you can call me Y/n,” you reply, clearing your throat. He stares for a little with narrowed eyes, and looks away.

“What do I call you, Mr. Lee?”

“You can call me Donghyuck, Hyuck, or Haechan.” he replies casually.

He has such a pretty name.

“Ah, okay. Why Haechan?” you inquire, curious about the cute nickname.

“Well, 해 (Hae) means “Sun” and 찬 (Chan) means “Full”,” he says. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are cheeky red, making him seem so much more admirable.

“Full Sun?” you ask, smiling.

“Hmm, dad gave it to me when I was five,” he smiles softly, and then it disappears.

You think that’s interesting, because you can’t see a trace of the said Sun anywhere. He looks cold and gentle to you, you’re not sure where that came from.

You hum in response, lost in your thoughts.

“Do you want to live married?” he asks, and it catches you off guard. That’s the first real question besides your name he’s asked.

“I could live married, but if that gets in the way of my profession, no, I don’t want to. I value my company more than whatever this is—” you make a gesture between you two “—I’m doing this for my family. I love my family too much to save myself only while all of us drown. My dad asked me for my consent with tears in his eyes, that was the first time I’d seen him cry in years. A little sacrifice wouldn’t hurt.” you swallow hard after you answer, and you look at Haechan. He looks hurt for a moment by the answer before he puts on a serious expression, humming to your answer.

Did you see that right? You’re probably just losing it from having just a glass of champagne. Your alcohol tolerance is shit.

“Me either. I was forced into it, at least your dad asked for consent,” he chuckles bitterly. You feel bad for a second, so you think how you can make this agreement free for him and you.

And you come up with a terrible idea.

“What do you say we live separate lives?” you blurt out, thinking. Your brain was working at high speed.

A confused sound emits from Haechan.

“What do you say we live separate lives, like we never got married. We could pretend we’re roommates, and when our parents are over, we could pretend to be in-love.” you suggest.

You said this with complete knowledge that it was a terrible idea, and you know you’re going to regret this later.

Haechan’s interest piques greatly, thinking of the deal over and over in his head. It doesn’t sound bad to him, maybe it could work out.

Maybe you’ll be a new friend too.

“Okay.”

You turn to look at him with a bright smile.

“Deal?” you stretch your hand, and he takes it, a cheeky lingering smile on his lips.

“Deal.” ——————————————————————————————

“Did you have fun?” Mr. Lee asks as you two walk into the room, Haechan’s jacket back on him. You’d returned it on the way, thanking him for risking the cold to give you the jacket. He’d brushed it off with a smile, which still lingered on his lips.

“Looks like you had fun,” your dad comments, and you feel your brother’s crazy stare on you. He’s smiling at you weirdly, like you and Haechan fucked on the first meet.

You only glare at him since all eyes are on you and Haechan, and you swear to yourself that once you reach home, you’ll kick the life out of him.

“The wedding date is on the 29th of next month, make sure both of your schedules are clear by then, we’ll plan the rest out as it goes, don’t stress yourselves too much with it, yeah?” Mr. Lee gets up, and the rest of the family does too.

You’ve learned all their names, but you decided you’d address his parents as Mr and Mrs. Lee. His brother’s name is Lee Minhyung, and he’s a little hyper active, you can see it. He’s just as handsome as Haechan though, and they look like best friends more than brothers. Although his name is Minhyung, Haechan said he likes to be addressed as Mark more. Haechan looks more like his father, with his jaw shape and nose and somewhere by the forehead, and Mark looks more like his mother with the big doe eyes and the smile. Either way, you’ve met everyone and you want to go home too; you’re glad they got up first.

“We should get going by now, it’s getting late. Thank you so much for sitting down with us,” he says.

“No, no, I should thank you for sitting down with us. I hope we’ll get together well in the future, I’ll see you soon,” your father stands up and shakes Mr. Lee’s hand, and you see Haechan shoot you one last smile before he leaves through the door.

It’s the kind of smile that leaves you flustered, the kind of smile that makes you want to stare at him, the kind of smile that makes you want to be the reason for it.

God forsaken, you had done what you had, you can’t have feelings for him. ——————————————————————————————

|Hc Hey

You stare at the text Haechan had left you. You were in the car with your brother next to you, mom and dad in front talking about something.

|Y/n Heyy

|Hc Think dad and mom r gnna hire wedding planners

Wedding planners seem like a much easier option. Maybe you’ll get the wedding you’ve always wanted.

|Y/n It sounds easier planning like tht

|Hc Hmm whats ur dream wedding?

You really think. What’s your dream wedding? Maybe a simple wedding, nothing too grand.

|Y/n Uh nothing too grand tbh. a simple wedding would do

Haechan stared at the message, surprised. You looked like you’d want everything to be grand, he didn’t expect your answer to be so down to earth.

|Hc Thats nice. i havent rly thought of it Although i did want to get married with someone i’m familiar with. May b we can be frnds

That sentence makes you smile. “What’re you smiling at?” your brother asks, staring at you with a curious smile. When you don’t answer, he attempts to peek into your phone.

“Don’t frikin do that again, asshole,” you push his face away, hiding your phone.

“Ouch, fuck, where did that much grip come from?” He rubs his forehead. You stick your tongue out, rolling your eyes. How much ever you love your brother, he’ll always be a pain in the asshole.

“You’re texting Donghyuck, aren’t you?” he asks, surprised.

“Yeah, what about it?” you ask, typing back a reply.

|y/n Maybe, id like that :)

“Maybe you should leave some things to talk about after marriage, you know?” Jungwoo comments, smiling. You shoot him a dirty look, punching his arm.

“Mom, she keeps punching me,” he whines, and your mom turns around to glare at you.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you justify yourself, scoffing.

Jungwoo sticks his tongue out at you, and you have a strong urge to ruin his face that you have to hold back. You huff, looking back at the phone.

|Hc we’re almost there text ya later bye :]

You stared at the message with a big smile. That little smile at the end of the sentence, you found that absolutely adorable.

“Get out, we’re home,” your brother pokes you.

When would be the next time you’d get to see him? ——————————————————————————————

Well, the predicted next time was not far out. He’d called you out on a date, and you were genuinely surprised, to say the least.

“What?” you ask, sitting up in your office chair. The document you were reading is now forgotten, your mind processed his words.

“Let me take you on a date,” he repeats through the phone.

“Hyuck, stop fucking around, what’s the plan?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“You’re fast. Dad wants us to go on a date in public for the paparazzis so they can take photos of us being lovey dovey and shit,” he says, biting his nails. A kind of disappointment bubbles up your throat, but you push it back down. You can’t have feelings for him, you’re friends.

“Fine, when?” you mumble.

“Are you upset?” he asks, and you could imagine his eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Why would I be upset? Theoretically, I should be, because I am your fiance. But then, we didn’t exactly fall in love and get married. This gives us the conclusion that I have absolutely no reason to be upset.” you know you’re not upset.

“You’re upset, okay, I get it. Stop overanalyzing shit when you’re upset, it’s a little too obvious.”

“I said I’m not upset,” you grumble.

“Fine, whatever you say. I’ll pick you up at 4 in the evening, clear your schedule.” he says before hanging up.

He’s so fucking annoying.

You check the time. It’s 2:17, you should probably head out. You pick up your coat, and call your driver, already heading out of the office. You clarify to your secretary and head right out, all the way to your apartment.

You’d gone for a visit at your home for a while, where you met Haechan. You even got to hang out a lot, so you got a lot closer. A lot like best friends.

The automated doors open into your apartment, and you greet the maid on the way to your room. You don’t know how you should dress.

So you call Hyuck.

“What?” he asks, groaning.

“How should I dress? Where are we going?” you ask, and it takes him a moment to answer.

“Dress simple, we’re going to a cafe,” he answers, and hangs up again. You groan. You don’t really have anything simple to wear. You do, but you’ve already worn them all before.

“Miss? Is everything okay?” you turn your head to look at the maid standing behind you, a worried expression on her face.

“Me and Hyuck are going on a cafe date, I have nothing to wear,” you frown, and the maid hums. She thinks for a second, and then steps forward. She wipes her hand on her uniform and picks out a cute coffee coloured sweater, a pair of white jeans, and points at a bag she’s too afraid to touch.

“No, no, I don’t mind. We’re all the same, just cause you work for me doesn’t make you non human,” you smile at her, urging her to get you that brown Hermes bag. She hesitates to touch it, and once she does, she smiles before carefully passing it to you.

God, who mistreats these ladies to the point they're afraid to touch bags.

Her name is Park Hyejin. She’s been with you from about a few years ago, and she’s always been around you. Your mom had her move from your house to your apartment with you because you were the most comfortable around her, and she figured you could use help in taking care of the apartment.

“I could’ve. But I’ve worn both of these before with different pairs,” you whine, staring at the outfit laid out onto the leather in the middle of your huge closet.

“Ma’am, I think you should be getting ready, it’s already past three,”

You’ve been staring at your closet for an hour now???

“Shit. I’ll just wear it,” you strip in front of her, pulling on your sweater. You’d taken a cold shower this morning, you’ll be fine, you didn’t have time anyway.

She’s seen everything, you don’t think she hasn't seen you naked at least once. You straighten out your beige sweater, sighing satisfyingly. You turn around to thank the girl, and she’s cherry tomato red, you realise. A smile eases onto your features.

“You’re blushing,” you tease, leaning back onto one of your closet doors.

“M-ma’am, do you want me to do your hair?” she asks, quietly. You giggle to yourself, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you nod. She hurriedly leaves the room, and you giggle before pulling on your pants.

You’re done in about forty five minutes, and it’s already 4. Your phone rings as you sit down on your couch, waiting for Donghyuck to show up.

“Yeah?”

“You ready? I’m downstairs,” he says, his car parked right outside. If you looked, you’d probably see it.

“Coming,” you cut the call, grabbing your purse and waving to Hyun Joo before going out.

“Evening, my lady,” Haechan greets you, and something about him seems stunned the moment he sees you. He’s staring for a second, just a second, before he breaks from it and opens the door for you.

He’s driving and he’s unusually quiet, unlike the loud boy you know.

“Is something wrong?” you finally break the silence. He glances over, and smiles. Laughs, actually.

“No, not really.” he answers. He then thinks for a little bit more.

“When’s the dress fitting?”

“Not sure, on the 19th, I think,” you answer. He hums, thinking again. The rest of the ride is quiet, but you get to observe his outfit while you’re bored. He looks cute, a very nice brown sweater, and a pair of white jeans. You really like how he looks, it sort of matches your outfit. Maybe that’s why he was staring.

“You look really nice today,” he mumbles, and you don’t hear him.

“What?”

“I said you look like shit today,” he panics, answering quickly.

Fuck, he probably just blew his chance with you.

“Thanks Haechan, really helped me grow as a person,” you sneer, sulking.

“We’re here,”

He unbuckles his seat belt, and steps out of the car to open your door. He opens it for you, and you step out, thanking him. He’d picked a place near the glass to sit in, and you were happy he did.

The cafe is bustling, yet so calming. It’s the prettiest cafe you’ve been to, because everything about it feels and looks amazing. It’s so coffee-like, yet it seems like there’s something for everyone.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been really quiet today,” you ask him as he gets settled opposite to you. He sighs, shaking his head.

“It’s just the stress, nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart.” the last word strikes you, and you feel your cheeks heat up unintentionally.

“Wait did you just-?” he asks, breaking into a quiet fit of laughter.

“No, no I didn’t.” you bite your lips, embarrassed.

“Are you a coffee person?” you ask, desperately trying to change the subject so he would move on from that little thing. You know he’s going to tease your hours on end for it.. You always end up admiring him every time you’re together, although you’re not so sure why.

“Very much so,”

“Me too. I like brewed coffee a lot,” you smile, and he smiles back. His smile is so perfect, his lips look so perfect, and his nose looks so perfect. Everything about him is unreal, and you love the way he stares at you. His eyes are so chocolate brown and deep, always holding a kind of meaning when he looks at you.

“The half drunk dudes should be here by now.” Hyuck spares one glance out the window, and then he smiles at you. He takes your hand in his, and you’ve never been more confused.

“Act like you’re in love with me. They can note shit pretty quick, although they are half drunk most of them do work in dispatch.”

I’m already in love with you, why should I pretend?

You blink rapidly in a poor attempt to get rid of the stupid thought, trying to act. You smile warmly as he takes your hand and places his lips on the back of your hand, letting his lips stay.

“Why didn’t you pick up my call yesterday, you piece of shit?” you ask through the smile.

“You called me yesterday? Why?” he asks, and he doesn’t break character. He’s still looking at you like he’s so in love and that makes you want to break your character and run.

“I wanted to ask about the wedding planners, dumbass.”

“You could’ve texted me,”

“I have things to do.” He intertwines your fingers together and you notice how his hand is so warm. His hand is so big, and warm and perfect in yours. He seems to notice it too because he’s staring at it.

His hand tightens around yours, and his thumb unconsciously caresses your hand. It’s quiet between you two for a few minutes. It’s like the world has given you freedom for a few minutes, and you’re free to look at each other however you want. Touch each other however you want, and smile at each other however you want.

Your eyes trace his pretty deep brown eyes, his newly dyed black hair, his jaw. His skin is flawless, perfect, and you notice his pretty earning for the first time. Your eyes run along his lips, and you force yourself to look away before you do something stupid.

“Are they gone?” you ask, and Haechan sighs before he looks out, noticing nobody there. He’s quite good at finding cameras.

Please don’t be gone, let me hold onto her a little longer.

“Yeah,” he retreats his hand, and it hurts you a little bit. His hands were so warm, the weather was cold, you admit you were a little disappointed when his hands left yours.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asks. He’s got this strong urge to take your face into his hands and kiss you, kiss you till you both run out of breath.

Fuck, what was he thinking.

“Yeah sure,” you nod, smiling. Haechan knows he’s using every cell in his body to resist the urge to kiss you, although he finds it weird. He doesn’t like you, he swears he doesn’t, so what is this feeling?

The date goes by rather quiet, with both your minds confused and screaming, you didn’t think you had much to say.

“I’ll see you on dress fitting,” Haechan smiles. You think you might see why his dad named him Haechan, his smile is so bright and pretty.

“I’ll see you too,” although he does hesitate, he places a quick kiss on your cheek before he runs for his car. He’s too cute for you, your heart can’t take it.

But also, did he just kiss you?

“What was that?” you demand before he drives off.

“Keep it,” is all he shouts back. You blush furiously at the audacity of him to do this after you guys agreed to be friends and nothing more. Maybe you should’ve done that.

Haechan pulls into his car and drives off, his heart beating loudly into his chest. He knows he shouldn’t have done it, he knows it was so wrong. Maybe not that wrong, but after deciding to be friends, what he did was a shit move.

But if he didn’t do at least this much, he was going to combust from the sheer urge to kiss you. He closes his eyes briefly, collecting himself before heading back home, and maybe to get some work done. ——————————————————————————————

“Hello, you must be Ms. Seo. Your fiance has been waiting for you,” the lady says and that surprises you. Haechan had said he might not even show up to the fitting, but he did, and you were happy he did.

“Donghyuck, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you walk in, smiling brightly. The last few days of your life had been filled with him, by him. He’s sent you good morning texts, he’s helped you with a few company related issues, and he’s spent some good time with you, getting to know you.

These were the basics, because if you were going to live with him, it might as well be on acquainted terms.

“I didn’t have time to show up for my fitting, might as well get it done with you.” he stands up with a huge smile.

“Have you at least looked through and selected a few dresses?” you inquire, eyes fixed on all the dresses on the huge racks. You wanted a custom one made, but there’s no time for that is what your mom said.

“Yes, I have indeed. So uh, I did select a few, I’ve asked them to keep those pieces aside. You should go check them out,” he tilts his head towards the changing room. You nod, letting a sigh fall from your lips.

You were choosing your wedding dress, something you didn’t dare dream happen until you were fully settled.

The shit we do for our loved ones.

You fit into the first dress, second, and third dress. You’ve gone through five different dresses and they just weren’t for you. Frustrated, you call Haechan into the changing room.

“Yeah?” he peeks in, and his eyes run over your coresetted figure. Goddammit you look beautiful.

“I like the third dress, you saw it, but it just isn’t for me. I need something special.” you rant, staring into the mirror. Haechan looks away out of respect, and he sighs.

“See, the thing is…” he trails on, a little nervous.

“Yeah?” you turn around.

“The thing is, I might or might not have had a custom dress made for you…” he hesitates, chewing on his lips nervously.

“What?” your lips part in shock, and Haechan sighs. He looks hesitant. He steps inside the room and closes the door.

“Uh, a while ago, like a week or two ago, I thought about how we could make our wedding better for you, and I remembered you mentioning something about a custom dress. So uh, I took it up with my imagination and your style and came up with a dress. It just came in yesterday, if you want we can send it back,” Haechan mumbles out, and you’re surprised.

And touched. He wanted to make this perfect for you, better for you. Maybe it’s not that bad getting married to him.

“Would you like to try it on- or- you know what- I’m sorry, I’ll send it back–” Haechan shakes his head, wincing. Maybe he went overboard.

“No, no. Let me see the dress, let me try it on,” you mumble fast enough, and he looks stunned.

“You’ll try it on?” you nod in confirmation, and a huge smile makes its way to Haechan’s face. You’re happy to see that smile.

You try on your sixth dress of the day, and you have to say, you look beautiful. The sleeveless white ball gown-like dress looked absolutely gorgeous on you, you can’t help but bite back tears. Haechan designed this for you. It was just so beautiful.

Haechan sits on the couch in the middle of a huge room, waiting for you to show up. He’s mindlessly scrolling on his phone, through every other social media app, trying to get rid of his nervousness.

Would she like the dress? Would she send it back? She’d probably hate it. No, she hasn't tried it on yet, maybe she’ll like it.

A lady walks into the room and smiles at him, and something tells him to keep his phone away. So he does.

The curtains swing open, and you’re standing there in the middle, absolutely gorgeous in a pure white gown. He designed it for you, and he’s stunned and shocked at how good you look in it.

“I like it, I love it,” your hand smoothes over the satin top part, biting back a teared smile.

“It’s…it’s beautiful.” he mumbles, feeling his heart beat faster. His heart is thudding so loudly in it’s cage, and you’re the reason.

“You’re beautiful,” Haechan says, and he shuts his mouth quick enough.

“I-I mean, the d-dress is beautiful, you look beautiful in it,” he tries to correct it himself. Giggling quietly, you turn again to look in the mirror.

The dress is really perfect. It’s fluffy, it’s not too heavy, nor is it inconveniently big. It’s just right.

God, you want to cry. Haechan had this made for you because he wanted the wedding to be more than just an agreement for you.

He can’t take his eyes off you, you look so pure and pretty and gorgeous in that dress.

“I want this,” you smile, tears blurring your vision. Haechan’s face brightens up almost immediately, and he does this little hand signal that you don’t slip past.

Goddamn, he couldn’t wait for the wedding. ——————————————————————————————

Haechan was practically shaking in the suit. He was standing on the podium, waiting for you to come out. He’s never been this nervous in his entire life; hell, he’s a damn business man.

“She’ll come out any minute now,” someone whispers, and his heart is now beating harder.

Fucking hell, just get this over with.

The light shines on you, and he audibly gasps. You look so, so, so beautiful, so stunning, holding your father’s hand. There’s a pretty white flower crown at the top of your head.

Everything about you is so pretty, so pure.

“Take care of my daughter,” your father gives him your hand, and he takes it delicately.

“Yes, father. I promise to take care of her through everything,” Haechan smiles, and he looks at you. He’s afraid he’s going to forget the whole world if he looks for too long.

You walk up and stand on the podium in front of him, hand in hand with him. Has his hands always been so warm?

The vows go by so fast, with just each other in their eyes, nothing else really matters. Haechan looks gorgeous, better than the man in your dreams. He was tucked perfectly in a black tux, his waist coat extenuating his figure.

“You may now kiss the bride,” is all you hear from the pastor. You stare at Haechan, blinking rapidly, and he stares back in the same.

“You may now kiss the bride.” the pastor repeats, louder. Haechan gets startled a bit, and then he starts leaning forward.

He’s kissed a lot of people before, why was he so nervous with you?

His lips capture yours in a soft kiss, and he swears he almost passed out. Why were you so soft and delicate?

He’s experienced, you can tell. You automatically lean in a bit, and his lips are soft, so soft you could get lost in them.

You pull away after a second or two, and you’re both a blushing mess. Haechan’s cheeks are burning hot, and you think about how the heat on your cheeks could probably show through the makeup.

The crowd claps and you both smile, walking down the aisle. Your hand is in his as you cling to him, walking by his side.

“God, this is so nerve-wrecking,” Haechan mumbles, and you almost laugh on camera. Your hand squeezes softly on his bicep in agreement, and he smiles a little wider.

“I can’t wait to go home.” you sigh. ——————————————————————————————

“Thank you so much for the generous gifts, Mrs. Kim. We appreciate it, really,” you smile at the middle aged lady, who smiles back graciously.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown, I still remember you playing in our garden with Jungwoo like it was yesterday.” she looks over you so emotionally. You giggle a little, nodding.

“I hope I can see little versions of you running around in the same garden someday,” she smiles, and your eyes widen. Haechan, who’s standing beside you, laughs a little at your reaction. His hand wraps around your waist and he pulls you in, smiling.

“Sure, expect it soon, Mrs. Kim,” he bows and the lady laughs a little, saying her goodbyes before leaving.

“What the hell was that?” you punch Haechan in the arm, a little pissed. He winces as he rubs his arm, laughing.

“What?”

“I don’t want kids, not until I’m ready.” you say.

“Nobody’s forcing you, you don’t have to think about it until you’re ready. I don’t want kids until you want them either,” he rubs your shoulder calmingly, and you sigh.

“I just got worked up, this wedding’s been stressing me out, I’m sorry,” you mumble, leaning back onto his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. Also, didn’t we agree to keep it to just friends? You don’t have to worry, I won’t pull anything,” Haechan chuckles, wrapping his arm around you.

Unless you want me to.

“Can we go home? I’m tired,” you pout, and it takes all of Haechan’s self control to not kiss your little pout.

“Sit down, I’ll go talk to mother,” he helps you sit down on a chair, smiles at you. He makes sure you’re comfortable before telling you he’s going to go find your mothers.

You observe your own wedding party. There’s nothing too big, but what you see is well done. It’s perfect, and you’re glad they called in wedding planners to execute this.

“Y/n!” you hear a voice. You turn your head and find someone you thought you’d never see again.

“Taeyong!” you exclaim, standing up and opening your arms. He scoops you into his arms, lifting you off the ground a little.

“I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” you squeeze his arms, smiling.

“God, tell me about it. I was so surprised when I heard you were getting married.” he says, giggling. His laugh always had a nice ring to it.

Lee Taeyong was your highschool bestfriend, and your ex boyfriend. You had dated for about five to six months before he broke it off for the reason of losing feelings. But then, when he saw you still had feelings, he came back, and you dated for another month before you broke it off. The relationship zig zagged another time before you both decided it was the best to call it off and just remain as best friends.

You confessed to him, and he had said he liked you back. He was your first kiss, your first love, your first everything.

First everything except sex. You weren’t ready back then, and you never really got to the part where your virginity gets taken, so you’re still a virgin. As shitty as that is.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments, and you blush softly. He still has that effect on you.

“Well, you don’t look bad yourself, how are you?” you ask as you sit back down, your heels hurting the back on your feet. You’ve walked quite a bit today.

“Moved back here. New York got a little boring without you,” he smiles, and you laugh.

“You moved here? Why?”

“I’m starting a new branch of my law firm here, one of the big reasons I moved back,” you nod, and you see Haechan running to you from the corner of your eyes.

“Hyung, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” Haechan gives him a bro hug. They know each other?

“Wait, you two know each other?” you’re confused.

“He’s my first cousin,” Haechan says, his arm hanging around Taeyong’s shoulder.

Cousins?????

“First cousin? I had no idea,” you laugh, surprised.

“Let me ask, how do you guys know each other?” Haechan looks between you and Taeyong. He removes his arm from around his shoulder, and moves closer to stand tall next to you.

Taeyong sighs, and you’re just a little nervous.

“We- we were high school best friends.” you answer, signalling Taeyong to shut up with your eyes. Haechan nods, a little suspicious.

“That’s it?” he asks tentatively.

“Y-yeah pretty much.” you force a smile, and Taeyong nods awkwardly. It’s just a moment of really thick awkward silence that anyone would be able to sense from a mile away.

“I- I have to get back to my mother, do you mind if I–” he motions back to his mother, who’s not even looking at him.

“Yeah, no, we were about to leave anyway. It’s almost all winded up, we’ll leave,” you say, urging him on. He leaves and you look back at Haechan, who looks a little pissed.

“Let’s go.” Haechan holds onto your waist protectively, dragging you away from the spot into his car.

He gets you into your car and makes sure your dress sits well before getting in the car himself. He leans his head back onto the seat, his hips pushed up and his tongue poking his cheeks.

He looks unrealistically hot.

“What was that?” he asks, and you stare at him.

“W-what?”

“You and Taeyong, what was that? Is there anything you aren’t telling me?” he looks at you, and his voice is gentle, unlike a few moments ago.

You sigh, biting your inner cheeks before speaking.

“We- we dated, for about a few months. It went on and off for a year before we finally called it off and decided to just be best friends,” you spoke, afraid to look at him.

“You didn’t have to hide that from me. I’m okay with it. We’re going to be living different lives anyway, so might as well tell me your dating history,” he smiles, a weird feeling boiling in him. He was relieved that it was nothing more, but on the other hand, a not so good feeling bubbled in his heart.

I could just rip Taeyong apart.

No, no no no no. What was he thinking? ——————————————————————————————

“Is it bad that I never really took the initiative of visiting our house?” you look out through the car window, fascinated. You were so wrapped up in the work of your company and the wedding preparations, you forgot to visit the house you’d be moving into after the wedding.

“Uh, the thing is, I haven’t visited either, so I don’t know what to expect. Although, dad did say he moved enough of our things here.” he says, turning the engine off. He pulls the key out of the car, and he gets out to help you out.

“I swear to god, the first thing I’m doing is throwing this dress off,” you grumble and Haechan laughs a little.

He puts in the password and the door opens, revealing the most beautiful, yet the most simplest and minimalistic house you’ve ever seen. It’s gorgeous, just beautiful.

“Wow,” Haechan’s the first one to speak.

“I’m actually going to go change out, I’m super uncomfortable,” you mumble, and Haechan nods, helping you find the master bedroom. You do find it, and it’s fucking huge. Bigger than your bedroom ever was growing up.

You see the two suitcases sitting in the corner, and you immediately identify one as yours.

“Found mine,” you smile.

“I’ll move into another room, you can stay here,” Haechan takes his suitcase, but you’re not sure you want such a big room all to yourself.

“No, no, I’ll move, you stay here,” you say, and Haechan stares at you.

“No, I’m moving,”

“No, no, I don’t want such a big room all to myself,” you say, but Haechan’s already out the door.

“I’m just a room over, don’t fret over it,” he says, and his voice echoes in the living room.

You sigh, thinking how stubborn he really was. He wouldn’t even give you a chance to argue about it.

You try to get out of your dress, but find it almost impossible. Goddamit, do they really have to secure the zipper like that?

The only person in the house who could help you was Haechan, who was a room away. You groan, opening your door and making your way over to his room.

“Hyuck,” you open the door, and it startles him. Dammit, you forgot to knock. Next time.

You lift your eyes and you find him in the middle of the room with no shirt on, staring back at you with a t-shirt in his hands.

“You seem to like staring,” he switches the t-shirt from one hand to the next, and you realise you were staring.

“No, no I don’t,” you turn around, your hand still on the door knob. You blush deeply, and your heart rate raises as the image of his body gets imprinted in your mind. God, he looked so good.

“I’m done, what’d you need?” he asks you with a shitty grin, and you turn around to face him.

“Can’t get the damn zipper open, for fucks sake.” you mumble, and you notice how he’s staring intently at your face. You assume he’s staring at your heated up face.

“I’ll help you out of it, do you want me to turn up the air con?” you look up to glare at him, and he just laughs. He’s so annoying yet so attractive and loveable.

“Just shut up and help me out of it,” you turn your back to him, and he giggles before coming closer.

You feel him push off a pin or two, and then he slides down the zipper. Slowly, so slowly, he slides it down. Your breath hitches and something pools in the pit of your stomach as his fingers brush your bare back, your fingers squeezing into a fist.

He sighs shakily as he stares at your back, just how smooth and soft it looks. He wants to run his hand over your back, tell you how pretty you are as he presses his lips against yours.

What? God, no. I don’t have feelings, it’s just sexual attraction, happens to the most of us.

Haechan rips his hands away from you, and you make a run for it, thanking him. You’re so embarrassed and worked up, you can’t understand what you’re feeling right now. ——————————————————————————————

“Good morning,” Haechan greets you as you walk out of your room in pyjamas, sleep drunk.

Haechan’s on the couch, a bowl of ramen in his hands. What time is it?

“Morning,” you greet, and Haechan’s heart weirdly flutters. “What time is it?” you ask.

“It’s past 12. Looks like you slept well,” he comments, staring at your hair. You try to tame your wild hair with a laugh, joining him on the couch.

“Seen my phone?” you ask, and he hands it to you. “Someone brought it in today, you left it at the reception, dummy,” he smiles, and you wince at your stupidity.

“I remember leaving it on the counter and never taking it. Thank you,” you opened your phone with your fingerprint, leaning back onto the couch. You see so many calls, it worries you for a second before you realise all of it was your mom. You call back, putting the phone on speaker as you close your eyes, trying to come to your senses.

“Are you finally awake from the dead?” your mom asks, and Haechan chokes on his ramen. He laughs quietly, enjoying your annoyance.

“A hello would have been nice. Donghyuck heard that, you know,” you say and she laughs.

“He’s going to live with you, might as well. Poor kid,” she pities and Haechan can’t stop laughing. You punch his arm, and he winces, still laughing.

“Anyway, are you twp at home?” she asks, you can hear jungwoo shouting on his playstation on the other side. Your mom screams for him to quiet down, and he does. Haechan and you get a giggle out of it.

“Yeah, dad asked us to take off from the company for a few days,” you answer.

“Well great, cause we’ll be over in 30. See you then, miss you sweetheart,” your mom hangs up. You sit there on the couch, alarmed, and Haechan pauses mid bite.

“Did she say thirty minutes?” Haechan spits out his ramen.

“Get up, we need to move your things into my room, we need to put on something more decent, and you need to wash the dishes,” you sound extremely alarmed, getting up and running for your room.

“Where- where do I put the suitcase?”

“Just leave it open in the room, make it seem natural,” you yell from the bathroom, washing your face aggressively. You slip on a pretty yellow dress and let down your hair in a hurry, brushing it out.

You run out of the bathroom, asking Haechan to go change and telling him that you’ll do the rest of the dishes. You’re putting away the last plate as Haechan rushes out the door with the sound of the door bell.

“You open it,” you urge him towards the door. He groans, but he opens the door with the biggest smile.

“Mom, mother, hi,” Haechan greets them, giving them both a hug.

“Mom!” you exclaim, running into her arms. She laughs as she hugs you, her arms so warm. You’d only seen her yesterday, but you missed her.

“Hi mother,” you greet her with a gentle hug, completely unlike the one you gave your mom.

“How are you guys getting along?” they ask as they sit down on the couch. You and Haechan smile, and Haechan links his hands with yours, squeezing gently.

“It’s great, mom. I couldn’t ask for someone better,” Haechan makes eye contact with you, and you really see sincere love in there. So instead of hiding your little infatuation, you unwrap it too.

“He’s perfect,” you say, smiling. Haechan’s mother and yours look pleased as you share the longest eye contact since engagement.

“So, are you guys sharing a room or something?” Your mom’s question breaks both of you out of your trance.

Haechan stares at your mom, blank.

“Uh, y-yeah, but, uh, we- we haven’t exactly got to the other part yet,” you answer, knowing exactly what your mother was asking. She was implementing if you had consummated the marriage yet, and in truth, you aren’t even really together.

“Oh, I see. Can we see your room?” you and Haechan share certain looks, and then nod. You lead them to your room, Haechan following behind.

You open the door, praying that everything looks fine. Everything does look fine, but you notice a bra at the corner of the room that you forgot to hide. Fuck.

“We- we haven’t cleaned up,” you laugh nervously, and your mothers nod, walking out the room. Your mother pulls you aside and whispers, “maybe hide the evidence before lying to me,” with a smile.

“Huh?” Then it clicks, she saw the bra. Goddammit. You decide you’d just play along.

“We just stopped by, we have to leave soon.” his mother says, and you nod, smiling.

“You know what, we’ll leave now. Thank you for letting us in,” your mother drags his mother outside. You both wave bye happily, glad to be finally out of their eyes.

“Mom saw my bra and thought we had sex,” you say, sighing exasperated. He sighs, finally letting all the stress out.

“This was a mess. Do you just wanna watch netflix and chill?” Haechan speaks, throwing himself onto the couch.

“Yeah,”

You got nothing done that day, but you finished the show Locke and Key. oh well. ——————————————————————————————

You had to go back to work the following week, but right now, you were sprawled out on the couch, Haechan sitting by your feet. You’re watching Brooklyn nine-nine, laughing as Jake Peralta cracks another stupid joke, Haechan’s little laugh echoing.

You’re tired after a long day, and you’re actively looking forward to the weekend like Haechan. It’s past 11, and almost 12. You can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow.

You’re positive you look like shit, and Haechan looked just fine, although a little messy. He looked adorable, his hair messy from bed, a hoodie pulled over his head.

Your phone rings and you groan, staring at it sitting on the single couch opposite from you. Who’s calling this late?

Haechan laughs as he hears you, and reaches out to pick your phone up. He glances at the screen and frowns, handing it to you.

“It’s your secretary.” he says, pausing the show.

“Sorry, I’ll just take this,” you say, and you press the phone to your ear.

“Hello, this-”

“Madame, we have an emergency,” your secretary gasps, shuffling sounds of paper on the other side. You sit up, worried.

“Yes?”

“Our designs have been stolen by the Na’s. They just published their teaser with our designs on it, they’ve stolen our designs,”

“What? I’m on my way, call an emergency meeting with the marketing, the design team, and the legal department,” you almost jump off your couch, heading for your room.

“What happened?” Haechan gets up and follows you, and you spare him a glance. He looks worried.

“The Na’s stole our design. I swear to god, I’ll murder Jaemin with my own hands someday,” you growl, anger consuming your headspace.

“I’m close with Jaemin,” Haechan blurts and you stop in your tracks of picking an outfit.

“Why didn’t I see him at our wedding?”

“He didn’t attend. Said he had documents to process, or something,” Haechan recalls that phone call with his friend.

“He was at the fucking company while I was busy,” you mumble, quickly pulling on a shirt and jeans to rush out of the house.

“Should I come?” he asks, unsure of letting you drive out in the night when it’s this late.

“No, I’ll be fine,” you rush out, but then turn around.

“You don’t mind me sueing that piece of garbage, do you?” you ask, to which Haechan shrugs.

“I knew he was a bad influence, so no, not really. Although, I suggest you should rush there,” he says, and you nod, almost closing the door when you hear Haechan call your name again.

“Y/n! Your keys, you forgot them,” he says, and tosses them into the air for you to catch. You catch them, and wave a quick bye to Haechan who then stands in the middle of the room, frowning.

Fuck you, Jaemin. We were actually spending some time together.

Haechan looks up, his middle finger raised as he stomps back to the T.V, hoping some episodes of Brooklyn nine-nine would cheer him up.

Man, you loved Charles, now he can’t watch it without thinking of you. ——————————————————————————————

After a five hour discussion, you had given everyone a break, and took one for yourself. It was currently somewhere around four in the morning, and you were thinking of calling Haechan. But you’d probably disturb him by it, so maybe you can call after an hour or two.

You go back into the meeting room, and sort some things out. You give everyone the permission to go home and have some rest, and return by four in the evening, cause no company works their employees overnight. God, you felt bad for all of them. Most of them were in their pyjamas.

You’d decided to sue the Na’s, and cancel the coming runway because you really had no other designs that you put your time and work and life into. You’d had so many different things planned for this launch, and all that hard work and pain was in vain.

You are slouched over your table almost in tears when Haechan calls, and you check the time.

8:58 AM, saturday

You pick up the call and stay silent, trying not to cry.

“How did everything go? Are you okay- you know what, I’ll send someone to pick you up, stay right there, sweetheart,” he picks the clues up from your silence so easily, you can’t tell if you love him or hate him.

Thirty minutes pass, and now you’re at your front door, hands on the bell. You ring it, and within seconds, a worried Haechan appears at the door. He guides you in by your hands, and stares at your drained face.

You can’t look at him, because you’re afraid if you do, you’ll burst into tears.

“Are you okay? How is everything?” he asks, and you almost crumble into pieces. This has never happened to you before, you really thought you were emotionally strong.

“Can I get a hug?” is all you manage to say as you look up at him with watery eyes. His heart breaks at the sight and he softly engulfs you in a much needed hug, his hands wrapped around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and he holds you close, just right.

You break into a pool of tears in his grasp, and Haechan sucks in a tight breath when he hears your sobbing. He slowly lulls you into your room, and sits you on the messy bed. He doesn’t pull away, he just waits for you to let go. When you realise he might be uncomfortable, you let go and he pulls away gently, like he’s afraid of hurting you.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks softly.

“No, stay please,” you whisper, patting the place next to you. He sits down, and you take a moment before you speak.

“I had so many things planned for this runway launch, and now it’s all Jaemin’s.” you sniffle, and he rubs your back softly.

“Tell me everything,”

“I’ve decided to sue him, and I’ll cancel this launch,” you mumble, your voice breaking.

“Cancel it? You know how big of a loss that would be?” he asks.

“I know, but what else do I do? That motherfucker has it all now,” tears fill your eyes again.

“Do you know who leaked it?” he asks. That one question opens a possibility that you didn’t have time to consider in the middle of all this madness.

“I didn’t have time to think about that,” you whisper, the gears in your head working.

“Leave it to me. I’ll send my lawyer to you, and we’ll handle this like professionals.” he smiles as he pats your back, and you see a glimpse of hope in his eyes. That makes you want to hope everything will turn out fine.

“Also, don’t cancel the show.” he says, and you turn to look at him.

“You still have two months. You have about two weeks to pull other designs. Can you make it work?”

“It’s not that easy to pull designs together, Haechan,” you protest, and he nods.

“I know, but I need you to try. Or, instead of launching clothes, we can launch something else. That could expand your boundaries.” he’s a good businessman. You try to think straight through all your tears, and the first option sounds a lot better. You’re not ready to expand your boundaries yet, there's still work to be done.

“I’ll try to pull together some designs,” you wipe your tears, and Haechan sighs happily. He sounds content with your answer.

“That’s the spirit. When there's a will–”

“There’s a way.” you finish, staring at him with a big smile. His face looks like he approves of it, and he pulls his phone out of his pants.

“I have to make a few calls,” he says, and you nod. He kneels down in front of you, holds your face, and looks you in the eyes. Your face burns red, his lips distracting you.

“You can do this, okay? I believe in you, and I’m proud of you. You’re doing really well, I know you are. You’re trying your best, and things don’t always go your way because this is life. When life throws lemons at you…” he urges you to continue.

“You make lemonade. What are you, a damn pinterest board?” you laugh, eyes teary. He laughs loudly and the sound is so pure, it makes your heart a little lighter.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, I’m right outside the door if you need anything, hmm?” his hands leave your cheeks, and you frown, feeling the warmth leave you. You wanted him to stay longer.

“Also, I’ve left your Ipad on the couch. It’s fully charged,” he shouts from the living, his voice distant. You smile a little. He's taking care of you so well, you don’t deserve him.

You’re going to try drawing something meanwhile, although you’re unsure of what. ——————————————————————————————

You designed a thing or two before sleep overtook you, and you took a break to have a nap. Haechan walks into the room to tell you how his lawyer is on her way to dig up dirt on Na Jaemin, but his heart stops when he finds you asleep. You look so cute, curled into a little ball on the bed, the blanket wrapped around you.

Haechan looks around the room, and he finds your Ipad left unlocked. He peeks onto the screen, and he audibly gasps.

You’d only done two designs, but they were gorgeous and eye-catching. He looks back at your small figure wrapped tightly in a blanket with a new realisation at how talented you are, and it shakes him.

He can’t deny, he is lucky to have you as his wife instead of the people his dad had considered, like Jia from the Kwon family. She was a good match, but she wasn’t as strong or independent as you are. He doesn’t think about anything when you’re around, and that makes him stress free. You’re his only escape from the cruel world.

He stares at you for a few seconds before turning off the bed lamp, tucking you in a little more with a smile. He’s hesitant, but he places a soft kiss on your cheekbone before getting up to leave, his heart serene in his chest.

He knows it’s wrong. It’s so wrong to even touch you with a different intention than friends. He’s convinced himself he doesn’t have feelings for you, so why does he keep wanting you? Why does he keep desiring you all for himself? Why does he feel the need to protect you from the cruel, cruel world and kiss you to sleep every night?

Maybe he’ll never know. ——————————————————————————————

“We’re not cancelling the runway. I’ll pull through with some designs since we have two more months, get all of our best designers on the job. I want a full briefing of at least twenty five designs by next friday.” you speak into the phone.

“What about the lawsuit against the Na’s?” you can hear her gulp.

“I’ve confirmed an appointment with the legal department, another lawyer will be joining the team.” your secretary hums, writing something down.

“I’ll call you later,” you cut the call, stretching yourself in the chair of your desk. You’ve just woken up from your three hour long nap, a little refreshed. Haechan brought you some coffee and some food, and you ate with him.

But you were currently experiencing a bad case of art block. Your head is pounding, and you’re frustrated. You want to scream and cry.

A knock sounds on the door, and Haechan peeks his head in.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, his eyes skimming over your messy desk. “Bad. I have an art block, I can’t think,” you mumble.

“Do you want me to sit here?” he comes in through the door, closing it behind him.

“Yes please,”

He sits down on the spare chair in the room, watching you.

“Did you ask someone to investigate?” he asks, and you nod.

“I’ve reported it. They said it'll take a week or two to process,” you smack your head into your hands, feeling the tears build from frustration.

“Have you tried saying that it was a high profile case?”

“No,” you answer. He pulls his phone out and makes a quick call, and within a minute, he’s hung up.

“I’ve reduced it to a few days. They said they’ll start on the investigation right away,” you’re unbelievably thankful for Haechan, because if it wasn’t for him, you don’t know what you’d have done.

“Haechan, I- I just really can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me. I don’t know how to repay this,” your voice breaks slightly.

You’ve always been so careful about letting people know about your work because you don’t trust anyone. Your dad once said that in business, if one thing tips over, everything tips over. The scale loses its balance, and that’s what’s just happened to you. You’ve been so stable all this while and then suddenly the scale tips, you’re not sure what to do. If you had decided to cancel the project, you might have never recovered from the blow of it.

Thank god for Haechan.

“You don’t have to repay me. I do this as your husband. Husbands and wives help each other, don’t they?” he smiles, and your heart lightens a bit. God, he’s got the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“What even are we? We’re supposed to be husband and wife but we don’t love each other. I can’t say we’re best friends either cause we’re married. What is our relationship?” you don’t mean to say that. It’s probably all the stress that’s been growing on you since last night.

“You know…” Haechan begins, pulling his chair closer to you.

“Some relationships don’t need a label,” he says. You notice for the first time that day how deep his eyes are, and how pretty they are. He makes you want to paint him. He makes you want to make impulse decisions in life, because you feel like there’s someone that’ll protect you from those decisions.

You stare at each other, just admiring his eyes, his nose, his lips. His lips look so soft, so pink, so pretty. God, you could just kiss them.

Haechan begins to lean in softly, his heart thudding against his chest. You’re so pretty in the dim light like this, your lips look so soft to him.

The moment he starts leaning in, you’re stuck in panic. No, no no no no.

You panic and pull back, breathing heavily as you stare at Haechan. He pauses, and then he pulls back. He blushes in embarrassment, looking away.

“I-I’m sorry, I have to get back to work.” you turn around back to your ipad, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Yeah, no, it’s okay. I was just- I’m- I’m gonna go now, I’ve got some work,” Haechan gets up, but you hold onto his wrist.

“Please stay,” you mumble meekly. He stares at you for a minute longer before sighing loudly, sitting back down.

God, what was with you? You pull from him and then ask him to stay? What about his feelings?

“What do you want me to do?” Haechan asks. You turn your head and stare at him. You don’t know what you want him to do, his presence is just so comforting to be in.

“You know what, I’ll go get my laptop, I’ll work with you. I hope you don’t mind me making some work calls,” he says, and you smile in gratitude.

“No, of course not,” you say, a little embarrassed. Maybe you shouldn’t make him stay.

“You can… you know, leave if you want to,” you mumble, and Harchand gives you this stare. You chuckle a little, and that makes him laugh.

“Sorry, I’m just high on stress right now,” you say, and he’s kind enough to nod and smile.

Haechan does go and get his things, and settle down in the corner of your huge desk on your turning office chair. He types so fast, and you can’t help but wonder if his fingers work that fast too.

No, no no no no. Not right now. You’re just stressed.

“Hello?” Haechan leans back in his chair, one of his legs resting on top of the other.

Fuck, he looks so fucking hot and powerful. He could just fuck you that good.

He says something into the phone and he looks so in control and sounds so in charge, it sparks something inside you. You need to calm yourself down.

“Are you good?” Haechan is staring at how you’re staring at him. You shake off from your thoughts, and stare at him.

“Huh?”

“Are you good?” he repeats, and you nod.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I- I was just thinking.” you say, turning to your Ipad with a new intent. He really did give you an idea. ——————————————————————————————

You turn up at your office looking like you didn’t get any sleep and that was because you didn’t. Haechan slept on your bed, and you slept on your desk for about thirty minutes.

“Madame,” your secretary sighs as she sees you. You force a smile, nodding.

“You look rough. Would you like to take a few minutes to rest?” she asks, smiling gently.

“Could I? I don’t think-”

“I’ll tell everyone that you’re in a meeting, don’t worry,” she smiles, and she's out the door. You’re thankful for your secretary, you are. You lean your head back onto your chair, sighing. The day hasn’t even started and it’s already bad.

A minute or two later, just as you’re about to slip to sleep, your phone goes off. You groan and pick up, not bothering to look at the contact.

“Hello, this is Seo Y/n speaking,”

“Hello, Madame. Mr. Lee had called earlier today and asked to submit a report of the investigation to you,” goddammit, you were so close to falling for Haechan, why is he so nice to you.

“Oh, thank you. Can I ask how much progress there is?” you ask, sitting up straight.

“We have found the culprit, and got an arrest warrant for her. If you could please visit the station, we could arrange a meeting between you and her,”

Her? Your eyes shoot open in surprise, and you’re already grabbing your jacket.

“Yes, sure. Does Mr. Lee know about this?”

“Yes, he had informed us about five minutes ago that he was on his way.” Haechan was already on his way, you needed to be there too.

“I’ll be there in a few,” you cut the call, heading for the door. Your secretary looks surprised as she sees you with your keys.

“They found the culprit. I’ll be back in an hour or two.” you mumble quickly and she nods.

In a few minutes, you’re at the station. You see Haechan’s car parked outside as you rush in, expecting someone to greet you.

“Morning Madame, I assume you’re in a rush, she’s in the interrogation room.” a detective greets you. You smile and nod, eyes searching for Haechan around the room. When Haechan walks out of the interrogation room, you’re surprised.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here,” you lie. You’re not sure why you lied but you did.

“They called, so I just popped in to see what was going on. You should see her for yourself…” he sounds a little grim as he says that.

You step inside the room, and your eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing. Park Hyejin is on the chair, and she looks sour. What is your maid doing here?

“Hyejin?” you furrow your eyebrows, and you don’t fail to catch the way her eyes soften.

“Madame,” she whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You can’t believe it. There’s no way. They must’ve gotten the wrong person.

You step right back out and stare at Haechan, who’s standing with a file in his hand.

“What’s Hyejin doing here?” you demand, and Haechan sighs before he hands you a file. You flip through the file in absolute disbelief as CCTV photos of Hyejin taking pictures of your designs on her phone are spread through the pages. The printed screenshots of her conversation with Jaemin, and how Jaemin paid her in big amounts to do this, the transaction records, and her purchase history are all given, and you can’t believe a thing.

“What…” you mumble, feeling yourself buckle.

“Are you okay?” Haechan asks quietly. You nod, still deep in shock.

“I’m just in shock. She was my friend.” you can’t describe what you’re feeling. You don’t know if you’re angry, you don’t know if you’re sad, or if you’re even surprised. It’s a mix of emotions, and they all feel shitty.

“Maybe you should head in there, talk to her,” Haechan urges you, tipping his head towards the interrogation room.

“Can you come with me?” you ask, your voice awfully quiet. You almost can’t recognise your own voice.

“Yeah,” he says in the most soothing way he can. His hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you into the interrogation room once again.

“Hyejin,” you try to sound tough as you sit down opposite to her. Haechan is sitting by your side, watching her. She looks at you with the softest look, and she turns her head to look at Haechan with much venom. It looks poisonous.

“Why did you do this?” you ask, and your voice shakes a little. You take a deep breath, and try to channel your quiet inner anger.

“Why did you do this?” this time, your voice sounds strong and vengeful. Betrayed.

“Madame I-” she stops herself as tears fill her eyes. She tucks her lips between her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from crying, but it doesn’t seem to work. You feel nothing for this girl, not anymore. She almost toppled all of your company for a reason she hasn’t told you yet, and you have every right to not feel anything.

“I asked a fucking question.” you spit, anger seething out of you. Haechan grips your wrist gently, and you seem to calm down a little. Much enough to not shout.

“I-I wa-” she stutters and you’re losing your patience. You know Haechan can sense it and even his grip isn’t doing anything for you.

“Spit it out,” your hand bangs down on the table, startling everyone who was in the room. Startling her so much to the point of spitting the truth out.

“I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU,” she says, and you stare. Did you hear that wrong? You probably did.

“What?”

“I said I was in love with you. I was so in love with you and I still am. I didn’t like it when I saw you getting married to him—” she glares at Haechan for a moment and he looks confused “I didn’t like it when I saw him leave a kiss on your cheek, I hated that so much.”

You’re so surprised that you almost choke. Are you really that pretty enough to pull the guys and the gays? You glance at Haechan, and he looks equally surprised, maybe more.

“I hated it when you had to get married and move away, and that I couldn’t come along. I couldn’t see you more often, and I hated that. I was so angry and sad, I contacted Jaemin. Got him in the first try. I waited till you had moved before safely taking pictures of your designs and sending them to him. I admit the crime. I deserve to rot in jail for doing this but—” she looks up at you, dried eyes filling up again.

“I really did love you. I want you to know that I made such a stupid descision because I loved you too much, and I’m sorry for doing this.” she finishes, and you need to take a few moments to process everything you’ve heard.

So to sum it up, your maid is in love with you, and because she’s mad, she sold you out to your rivals and then when she gets caught, she apologises.

Okay.

You breathe out, getting ready to speak.

“Unfortunately, I hope you know that I can’t reciprocate your love since I’m married. I have a husband who I—” you glance at Haechan with a smile “whom I love.”

You smile wide as you hold eye contact, and Haechan’s breath gets stuck in his throat. Was this you confessing? He wants to kiss you so bad, but there are cameras and eyes watching.

You catch her jaw flexing angrily and you can only smile wider.

“And yes, you do deserve to rot in jail, don’t think I’d go easy on you because you were in love with me and because I considered you my friend instead of a maid. How could you even–” you scoff, your anger barely containing itself.

“Anyway, I’m going to hope you get bail and file a case. You brought this upon yourself, too bad I can’t help you.” you stand from your seat, glaring at her down. You leave before you say something else, anything else that might make you overthink.

You rip the car door open and settle yourself in the passenger's seat, sighing. The car door opens again and Haechan settles into the driver's seat with a huge smile.

“Are you okay?” he tries to sound calm, but you can hear the excitement, or happiness seeping through.

“Yeah, what’s up with you?” you ask, although you know.

“Nothing really,” he mumbles.

“No, there’s something,” you tease, and he takes a deep breath before turning to you.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, and you almost pass out from the tension of the question.

“I- uh- I-I don’t know…I’m not sure why I said that, but I’m not sure about my feelings either.” you say quietly, and instead of frowning, Haechan sounds happy when he speaks.

What you said was true. Haechan had been too nice to you, and even if all this was a lie, you’d love for nothing more than to keep having him by your side.

“Oh, I panicked and thought you had no feelings for me whatsoever. Give me a month or two, and watch yourself fall for me,” he smiles so wide, he looks so gorgeous. The sun is so strong as it shines through the window on Haechan’s side, but it didn’t bother him. He pulls the gear and the car roars to life before it pulls out of the parking lot.

He sounded confident. And you loved it. Hell, you’d love nothing more than to keep seeing him happy.

Maybe I’d already fallen for him. I know he’s not going anywhere, he’ll always be mine.

She’ll be mine. She was mine all along, and I will make sure it stays that way. ——————————————————————————————---------

You woke up the next morning in your bed, well rested. That was rare because after the incident, sleep wasn’t even an option.

Why were you in your bed though? You remember accidentally falling asleep on the couch. It didn’t take you long to figure out Haechan probably put you to bed. Your mind tries to remember something else, and you remember a soft forehead kiss and a few head pats and him tucking you in. Your heart flutters, and you try to find yourself reasonable.

You get up from bed, ready to head to the office, and as usual, the house is quiet. You don’t run into Haechan in the mornings because he leaves before you even wake up. You don’t have to turn up at the company till nine, but Haechan has to be there by eight. It isn’t his company yet, his dad is still watching him.

You walk into the kitchen to make something to eat before you change and leave, and you aren’t fully awake yet. You open your eyes to the smell of something cooking, and it’s something sweet.

Haechan is standing by the stove, shirtless, his airpods plugged in. You can’t help but stare at his back, your lips tucking in on themselves automatically. His back muscles are defined, his arms are an eye candy, and the rest of his body is uncommentable. His grey sweats are loose around his waist, and you end up wondering what it looks like below his waist. You don’t even realise he’s turned around as you stare him down unconsciously.

“Do you really like staring at me that much?” he leans onto the island with one arm supporting all of his weight. You blush furiously as you turn around, heart unsettled.

“Why are you half naked in the kitchen? Go put something on, I live here too,” you shout, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered.

“I don’t want to put anything on. From the looks of it, you don’t really want me to either, do you?” he flips something in the pan but you can’t see since your back is facing him.

“N-no, put something on,”

Dammit, why did you stutter?

“No,” he simply answers, and you realise how stubborn he is.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asks, and you turn around hesitantly.

“Yeah,” you mumble, settling down on the seat at the island without a thought. You don’t look at him at all. Maybe you did steal glances.

“I made pancakes,” he places a plate down before you, and you look up at him. He smiles at you softly and you smile back, just looking at him. It’s just a little moment between you two before you decide to speak.

“Shouldn’t you be at the office?” you ask, reaching for the maple syrup. He even bought a new bottle of maple syrup.

“I took a half day, you’ve been working so hard I wanted to cook for you,” he leans forward on the counter, and the bottle almost tips out of your hand.

“Careful, sweetheart.” He takes the bottle out of your hand, and pours the syrup on the pancakes, placing the bottle down after. Your cheeks heat up, and you look down at your plate, cutting out a little piece of the stack of pancakes.

“Is this you trying to make me fall for you?” you ask, and Haechan stiffens. He sighs and then he says, “No, this is me cooking for you as your friend who cares about you. You haven’t slept well in days, you don’t eat well, and you’re starting to lose weight. Don’t think I don’t notice all of that,”

“I don’t care if you fall for me or not, as long as I get to love you either way. I just need you to take care of yourself, okay?” he looks into your eyes, a gentle smile on his face.

Fuck, he doesn’t even have to try to get into your head.

“You’ll be late, you should go. If I come back to the room and see food on the plate, I will light you on fire,” he threatens as he walks out of the room, leaving a smiley you behind.

As if. He loves me. ——————————————————————————————

The runway is close, and you have never been more content with your work in your life. You have enough designs ready, a few others unfinished but worthy enough to be released next time, and a few other substitutes. It’s all perfect, and almost all of it is your designs.

Haechan helped your creative process quite a lot, just being there and providing comfort for you. He even searched up some places you two could visit to trigger your inspiration, and it helped quite a lot. Although you have to say, your favourite dress in all of your collection would be the one you designed the night Haechan tried to kiss you. You were inspired by him to design that, and to say, it was a staff favourite.

“Madame, the runway is tomorrow, are you nervous?” your secretary seems excited and nervous, but more collected than you currently are.

“I am confident in our work, but I can’t help but feel nervous. God, this is nerve wracking.” you mumble, your fingers constantly playing with the paper weight in your hand.

“Everything is in check, I personally called the venue to check, you don’t have to worry. The preparations will be done almost four hours before the show, so you really don’t have to worry,” your secretary attempts to comfort you. You nod with a nervous smile, a large sigh following.

“You realise you’re working overtime, right Madame? It’s past seven, you should go home and get some rest,” she says, pity in her voice. You sigh, getting up from your chair.

“I’ll go home before Donghyuck gets mad at me for working overtime. You should too, you don’t have to stick around, it’s late,” you smile, and she nods.

“It’ll be hard to catch a ride at this hour, but I’ll just ask someone for a lift, thank you Madame,” she bows.

“How about I give you a ride?” you ask, and her eyes light in surprise.

“Oh, uh, Madame, that’s not necessary, please.” she smiles nervously.

“No, no, I insist. You’ve done so much for us, stayed over in overtime for so many hours. What kind of a CEO am I if I can’t give you a ride?” you smile and she smiles back gratefully.

“I’ll wait for you, be quick,” you walk out of the office. ——————————————————————————————

“Where the hell were you?” Haechan answers the door as you walk in with a sheepish grin. You hang your coat on the coat hanger, and turn to him.

“I didn’t realise I worked overtime, forgive me please,” you pout, giving your best puppy eyes. He folds almost instantly, but he tries to stay angry.

“Y-you could’ve called, o-or something,” his eyes avoid you. You smile in victory, opening your arms for a hug.

“Can I get a hug if you’re not mad?” you stare at him, and he stands there for a second before he groans and scoops you into his arms. His big hand rubs your back and it’s so soothing, you almost fall asleep in his arms.

“You must be so nervous,” he whispers, swaying you in his arms. You hum, your grip just as tight on his waist.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me, sweetheart? Just to get your mind off all of that for a while?” you pull back with a smile, nodding. He leaves a small kiss on your cheek before he pulls away completely.

“Choose the movie, I’ll get the snacks,” he shouts from the living room.

“Be there in a minute, need to change,” you shout back and he shouts a confirmation.

You and Haechan still aren’t a thing. You’re in love with Haechan now, but everytime he brings that up, you panic and deny everything. Everything about him is so perfect, the way he handles you, the way he hugs you, the way he touches you, the way he looks at you, everything. You can’t ever deny your feelings anymore because you’re so in love with him, so in love that you’d willingly burn anyone and anything that’d hurt him.

You walk into the living room in your favourite blue pyjamas, and Haechan is already on the couch, waiting for you. He’s scrolling on his phone, but he switches it off and places it onto the side when he sees you.

“Which movie do you wanna watch?” he asks, passing you your bowl of popcorn. You like your own popcorn most of the time, and little things and observations like this from him is what makes you fall more in love with him.

You take the remote and scroll through a few movies, before settling on a movie. It’s a romance movie, you’ve recalled the name skimming past your eyes when you looked for shows to watch.

You look at Haechan and he looks like he doesn’t mind, so you press play. The movie starts out, and you pull your blanket from the side onto your body. It’s cold outside.

Haechan moves a little closer to you, and you feel the goosebumps on his soft skin. You move your blanket onto his body and he gladly takes it without a word, thanking you quietly.

Haechan spreads his arms across the couch, and you risk moving closer into his arms. You cuddle up against him, curling into a little ball. He breathes in sharply, wrapping his arm around you a second after.

He’s so warm and soft, so comfortable to cuddle up to. Haechan tries to relax against you, and he gets so much dopamine from just your presence. It feels amazing. You’re his drug, his high.

As the movie plays furthur, the tension between the characters thickens. The sexual tension is so high and thick, it makes you heat up. You can feel the air under the blanket become hot, and Haechan being next to you isn’t helping the situation in any way.

Especially when the female character starts touching herself to the thought of her crush. That isn’t a very comfortable scene for you when you’ve done the same with Haechan, but who’s telling him.

Haechan clears his throat, and he’s clearly so disrupted by the scene. You, on the other hand, can feel something pooling in your panties, and you’re not ready to accept that you just got horny to a scene in a movie.

Your hand unconsciously traces up Haechan’s torso, and Haechan is overly aware of it. When they reach his chest, he stops your hand.

“Y-y/n,” he breathes out shakily, staring into your eyes. His fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and you swallow roughly at his rough grip. His eyes look like black pools, so dark and lustful.

“Haechan, I-” you swallow, your gaze switching to his lips and back. You lean in to kiss him, risking all your morals.

Just as your lips touch his, his hand on your chest stops you. You look up with glassy eyes, and he asks, “Do you really want this? Are you sure?”

“I don’t want you to regret it later,” he’s quiet, gentle. You would have panicked and shouted no, and maybe even pushed him away. But you want him, no, you need him.

“I want you,” you whisper, and you hear his breath get stuck in his throat.

“I want you to kiss me, tell me how much you love me. I love you, maybe not as much as you love me, but as much as I can afford to love. Kiss me, please,” you whisper, and so many different emotions rush through him. You can see it.

He waits a moment before he places his lips on yours, his hand sliding by your jawline. He holds you so gently, and you need a minute to figure out you’re kissing him. You engage more in him, and your hand wraps around his neck, pulling him in deeper.

He sighs in happiness as he pulls away slowly, lips still brushing against each other.

“I love you too,” he whispers back with the happiest and the prettiest smile. You giggle gently as tears of relief coat your eyes, and he kisses you once again.

Here he was, in your arms, all yours. You can’t believe it. You kiss back so passionately, and you can’t stop yourself. Your hands roam his body, everywhere on his body, and you moan softly as he tugs on your lips. You climb into his lap, and you can easily feel his hardness on your ass.

Oh my god. You need to tell him before you go any further.

“W-wait,” you mumble, pushing gently at his chest. He pulls away without a word, and he looks worried.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you stutter out, playing with the back of his sweater.

“What's up? Are you regretting saying everything you did?” he asks, and you jump to correct his thoughts.

“No, no no no no, Hyuck please,”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever called me that. I like it,” he smiles, but he looks pained.

“Haechan please, I love you, and no, I don’t regret anything I’ve done in the past minute, please.” you kiss him again, and his hand ends on your cheeks again.

You pull away and instead of dragging it out longer, you spit it out.

“I’m- I’m a virgin.” you spit, and Haechan looks a little shook. He didn’t expect you to be a virgin, not with how beautiful you were. He’d assumed you’d done something with Taeyong too, because you did say he was your first everything.

“I’m your first?” he then asks, to which you nod hesitantly. He smiles as he pulls you closer, his nose bumping with yours.

“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” his hands are wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way than to give myself to the man I love,” you smile. He kisses you again, this time, a little more lust, a little more desire. He pulls you closer to his body as he kisses you, devouring your lips.

He’s only imagined this, how it would feel like to have you pressed up against him. He didn’t really think this would actually happen.

“Hold onto me,” he says, and stands up, taking you into his arms as you still kiss. You cling onto him, kissing him repeatedly. God, you can’t have enough of him.

He carries you to your bedroom, placing you down on the bed ever so gently.

“I promise I’ll be gentle with you,” he whispers into the kiss and you nod, tugging at his hoodie. He leans back to peel it off his body, and you can’t help but flush deep red at how beautiful he is. His muscles are not too thick, not to thin either, just perfect. Each dip and each curve of his muscle is defined softly, and he looks gorgeous.

“Let’s not rush it, okay?” he says, and you nod. You lift your arms for him to take off your shirt, and he pauses.

“Are you sure?” he asks one last time, his hand holding onto the first button of your shirt.

“Yes please,” you assure him, and he starts unbuttoning them one by one, holding his breath as each button reveals a different patch of skin. You watch his face in amusement as he brushes his hand against your collarbone, slipping the shirt off your shoulder. So much more skin for him to kiss.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbles, his hands running along the expanse of your skin. There’s something about him cursing when he sees you, it makes him so much more passionate. And to say, that’s the first time you’ve heard him curse.

He gently places a kiss in the crook of your neck, and your breath catches in your throat. That’s your first neck kiss. God, you’ve waited so long for this.

His kisses trail from your neck to your collarbones and down your chest, to the top of your breasts.

“Haechan,” you gasp softly as he bites a mark onto your skin. “Hmm?” he hums in answer.

Your hands roam his body, and you can tell he’s especially sensitive on his nipples by the way his breath hitches a little when you touch past them. He softly sucks a mark by the top of your breasts, and hell, you want so much more of him.

“More, need more please,” you mumble in a daze. He nods, hands teasing the hook of your bra. “Can I?” he asks, and you hastily mumble out the consent. He pulls back from your skin to watch, and you already look so pretty, gorgeous for him.

Your eyes are glassy, so many pretty marks on your skin, and he needs to take a moment to admire your beauty. “Hyuck…” you whine, getting shy under his intense gaze. He makes out a soft laugh, kissing your forehead.

“Sorry, sorry, I just had to stare at how pretty you looked for me,” he mumbles out and you smile, butterflies in your stomach. He closes the distance between you both again, his hands quickly throwing off your bra. You gasp, suddenly feeling so bare.

“Sssh, you’re okay, I promise,” he softly kisses your lips, distracting you. Once you’re comfortable enough, his kisses start heading south again, all the way down to your breasts this time. He softly sucks on one of your nipples, his hand sliding down between your legs. You moan softly, and he loves it. He loves the sound so much.

“Moan so pretty for me again, baby.” he whispers again, switching his mouth from one nipple to the other. His hand spreads you open, and his fingers quickly find your clit. You moan out loud again, and Haechan loves it so much.

“Don’t hold your moans, love them so much, baby.” the way the nickname falls from his lips has you spiralling deeper into him. There’s so much love and affection in the way he holds you, so carefully like you’ll break if he handles you a little rougher.

His fingers slowly ease at your entrance, watching your face. You tense up and he senses it, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You’re a little nervous, you haven’t necessarily penetrated yourself a lot, and it’s always so tight when you do. You’re not even sure if you have a G-spot above all.

“Are you nervous?” he gently kisses all over your face, his hands pulling from your pussy. You nod, biting your lips.

“I don’t penetrate myself often,” you blush red, staring at his lips. They look so pretty.

“That’s okay, I’ll be careful, I promise.” he assures you, pecking your lips repeatedly. You trust him, maybe more than what you’re used to.

His fingers slowly push in your hole, and you gasp, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“So fucking wet and tight for me, my princess,” he nestles his middle finger in you, watching you so eagerly.

“Haechan,” you whine, pulling his mouth onto yours. You kissed him roughly, holding onto him so tightly. His fingers push in and out slowly, and you slowly gasp into the kiss. Haechan’s strong urge to hold your cheeks and spit into your mouth isn’t leaving, not when you kiss so messy.

When his fingers curl inside you, you see white. You moan messily into his mouth, and at this point, Haechan is so painfully hard. You were so tight and wet around his fingers, he couldn’t imagine how good it’d feel inside you.

“Faster,” you mumble, tears building in the corner of your eyes as you close in on your orgasm. “Close, close, so close,” you speak mindlessly, clutching onto the sheets.

“That's it, you’re doing so good for me, such a good girl for me,” he mumbles praises as you clench tight around his fingers.

“Haechan,” you whimper, pulling him in for another messy kiss to muffle your moans. His fingers press on your clit and that gets you. You cum hard on his fingers and he rides you through it, a soft smile on his face. Your legs shake lightly, and he soothes you through it.

“You did so well for me, baby. What a good girl,” he kisses you, his hands running over your thighs messily.

You hold his face close and whisper onto his lips, “Want you to fuck me,”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push-”

“Fuck me, please.” you say. He sounds so nervous. Maybe he’s worried he’ll hurt you.

“Oh baby. Sure you can take me, love? Your tight little hole will be all used up by the time I’m done, princess.” your hole clenches, and you squeeze your thighs together.

“Please?”

He sighs, pinning you down to the bed once again with his lips. He presses you down, kissing you roughly, hungrily. He pulls away and slides down his sweats, and his underwear comes into view. The outline of his cock is huge.

His eyes are on you as he pulls down his underwear, a small gasp falling from your lips. He’s fucking huge. Your guess would be over eight. That’s probably an understatement.

“Like how big I am? Hmm?” he climbs back onto the bed, and you get a closer look at his cock. You don’t think that’s gonna fit inside you.

“You’re so big…” you whisper, and it doesn’t slip past his ears. He chuckles, placing another kiss at the top of your head as the head of his cock rubs against your pussy.

“Spit,” he opens his hand, and you spit onto it. He rubs it in between your pussy just in case you needed extra lubrication to take him in.

“You do touch yourself, don’t you sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod.

“Words, love.”

“Yes, yes I do, and I’ve done it to the thought of you,” you mumble mindlessly, mind too hazy to register what you were saying.

“Really now? You were my good girl all along, weren’t you?” his cock aligns with your hole again as you agree.

“I’m going to push in, love,” he whispers, and you wrap your hands around his neck before nodding. He pushes in, and you feel yourself being split open. He’s so big, and you already feel full before his cock is even half way in.

“Big, so- so big,” you whimper, your hands gripping onto his back.

“Sssh, you can take it puppy, yes you can,” he assures you, continuing to push in. Tears build in the corner of your eyes at the burn, and you whimper.

“Oh princess, you take me so well,” he coos, pressing gentle kisses everywhere. Tears drip from your eyes, and he wipes them away with his thumb, kissing them away.

“Promise it won’t hurt for long,” he assures you, and you hold onto him so tight. You weakly pull him into a kiss, asking him to move. He slowly rocks his hips forward, and you gasp, more tears building in your eyes.

Your cunt takes him so well, so tight and wet and warm. Haechan has to hold back his urge to fuck you stupid, until you’re just a mess that can’t talk, and all for your wellbeing. This is your first time, he needs to take it slow.

“It- it feels good,” you moan, scratching his back. Haechan fastens the pace by a little, and you moan out loud, your moans choppy.

“So good, degrade me, please,” you moan, and each moan, Haechan’s hips pistol a little harder, thrust a little faster.

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, fuck, look at you asking me so despretely,” he fucks you harder, degrading words falling from his lips.

“C-choke me,” you mumble out, and Haechan pauses for a second. You might be more kinky than he thought.

“Gladly,” his hand wraps around your neck, and he thrusts into you again, and you swear you saw stars.

“Fuck, yes, so good,” you cry, inching closer to your orgasm. He fucks you so hard, his hand wrapped around your throat, constant degrading falling from his lips. He praised you so far because he thought you wanted to take it slow, it was your first time. But all in the name of pleasant surprises.

Your back arches off the bed and sweat rolls down Haechan’s forehead from the effort, inching closer to an orgasm himself. Haechan pulls your leg up on his shoulder in a new angle, and you cry out when he touches a certain spot inside you that you didn’t know you had.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum on your cock,” you mumble mindlessly, your leg on Haechan’s shoulder. You almost scream as you clench, cumming hard on his cock. Your body shudders, and your legs shake from effort. It only takes a few more thrusts for Haechan to cum, and he pulls out before he cums. He cums onto your stomach, and you find it so hot.

He falls flat onto you, holding you close like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“You did so well.” he kisses your forehead. You pant softly, your arms weakly clinging onto him.

“You wanna take a shower?” he asks, and you smile.

“Yes please,” you say, exhaustion dragging in your voice.

“Did I go too hard? Does it hurt anywhere?” he pouts out of habit, his eyes searching your face for any signs of displeasure.

“Noo, I’m fine,” you peck his lips.

“I mean, even if you’re hurt, it isn’t entirely my fault. You were the one who asked to get choked and degraded in the first place,” he states, and you blush brilliant red, glaring at him.

“Don’t glare at me, you know I’m right,” he smiles cheekily. You weakly punch him in the arm, and he acts like that costs his life. It gives you a good laugh.

“Let’s take a bath,” he stands up, slipping on his sweats. He picks you up and you squeal, covering yourself.

“What? It’s not like I didn’t just see all of this like a minute or two ago,” he rolls his eyes playfully, and you curl onto his chest. He places you into the bathtub, turning on the hot water for your sore muscles.

“Join me please,” you whine, scooting forward to make some space for him in the back. He giggles when he says, “Where do you think I’d go without joining you, don’t be dumb Mrs. Lee,”

You whine and he slips off his sweats, settling in the bath behind you. He leans back with a sigh, and you lean back onto him, relaxing all your muscles.

“When did you fall for me?” he asks.

“The day you tried to kiss me,” is your only quiet answer. He laughs and you laugh along, that being a fun memory now that you’ve really become a married couple.

“That wasn’t funny, you hurt my feelings back then,” he says, and you sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to kiss you, I did. But we promised to stay friends, and with my overthinking, all of it got into my head. You know, I even designed a certain dress that night, it’s a staff favourite. You’re the inspiration behind it,” you speak, and he hums, leaning over to press kisses onto your nape. You relax back into his gentle touch, smiling unconsciously.

You sit in silence like that for a while, just being next to each other.

“You touched yourself to the thought of me?” he asks, and you can sense the teasing smile on his face without looking.

“W-well,” you try to justify yourself, face burning red.

“I- you- you were walking around half naked that day and I was horny. I just- I thought of you doing what you just did to me,” you speak quietly, trying to hide your face away from him. Might as well come clean at this point.

“Well well well, I don’t mind. I think it’s so fucking hot,” he whispers into your ear. You shudder, a tight slap landing on Haechan’s thighs.

“Ouch,” Haechan yells falsely.

“Don’t do that,” you mumble shyly.

“Do what?”

“I don’t know, leave me alone,” you pout and look away, acting fake upset. He gets a good laugh out of it.

“Sorry, I had to,” he kisses your nape repeatedly as a form of apology. You pout, looking away.

“Okay, okay, let me wash you, hmm?” you look back again at his face, trying to hide your smile. God, how does he look so beautiful.

“You’re so pretty,” you adjust yourself to hold his face in your hands. He tilts his head towards your touch, enjoying the feeling.

“Pretty and all yours,” he smiles. He’s never been happier in his life except for the time when he was five and his dad got him the toy car he wanted.

You’re all his and he’s all yours. There’s nothing you both want more from the world. The fail of blemishes on his face, the little moles dotted everywhere onto his skin, he looks beautiful up close. You place your lips on his in the softest, most gentle kiss. It’s so pure, there’s nothing but love for each other in the span of those few seconds.

“How did I even end up with you?” Haechan whispers, his eyes observing you. You’re gorgeous, headstrong, and independent, you were truly a treasure to him.

“I don’t know, but fate had a plan for sure,” you laugh, a little teary eyed. To whoever put him in your path, thank you.

“Come here, baby,” the way he says it is so sweet, unlike the Haechan that was teasing you minutes ago. You move yourself again, your back facing him. You lean back and he pulls you against his chest, slow soft kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

He finally does reach for the loofah, asking you to hand the body wash over when he realised he couldn’t reach it. He lathers it up and gently rubs over your skin, and a shaky sigh slips past your lips.

“It never fails to surprise me how much I love you,” he presses another kiss to your cheek and you giggle, leaning into him more.

“I’m going to love you back just as much with all I’ve got.” you mumble, and you can feel the smile in his voice when he speaks.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you whisper back the same words, letting him lather all the soap on your body. He’s so gentle, it makes you want to cry.

He washes your hair for you, gives you a few kisses, and helps you dry up. He wraps a towel around your body, looking at you with utmost love.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” he whispers and you nod with a cheeky smile. You feel like a toddler, so spoiled.

He gets you some clothes, the clothes being his. You curl into bed, exhausted and spent. Your eyes close and you feel one last kiss on your cheek before you slip into sleep.

Everything is going so well, you’ve never been happier. One last thing you need done is the runway, and you’ll be free ——————————————————————————————

“The show starts in 30 minutes, where’s Haechan?” you mumble, worried. You haven’t sat down all day long, running here and there to make sure everything was perfect. Haechan was nowhere to be seen, although he promised he’d be there an hour before the show started. What if something had gone wrong?

You call his phone for the sixteenth time, frustration creeping up your neck. A stylist comes up to you mid call, and asks a doubt, and it takes all of your inner strength not to shout.

“Gina please, we’ve been over this. Red eyeshadow for the purple dress, Green one for the blue. It’s the colour contrasts. There’s a sheet with Kim, just ask for it,” you shoo her away, and she walks away. You can’t stand out and keep calling him much longer, the hair stylists are late as it is.

“Madame,” your secretary runs up to you, switching off her headset. You gesture to her to keep going, your eyes on your phone.

“Mr. Lee had just called in, he wanted me to tell you that he was right outside the venue.” your eyes light up, hope igniting inside you. You were about to give him hell if he had missed this.

You tell your secretary to take charge until you’re back, and you run outside to him. “Haechan, where were you?” you sigh exasperated.

“Get in,” he says, and you do.

“I’m sorry for pulling you out in the middle of everything like this, but,” he says, rushing to pull something out of his pocket.

“Noticed you forgot our engagement ring at home, so I got a substitute to match your dress,” he smiles as he slides it on your ring finger.

“Haechan, I- I could have sent someone to get it,” you stare at him, confused.

“Consider this our engagement ring. We weren’t exactly couples when we got married for real, you know,” he blushes a little, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Come in, everyone wants to meet Mr. Lee,” you tease, leaning forward and closer to his lips.

“And they’ll meet Mr and Mrs. Lee. We’re a package deal, everyone knows that,” he kisses you, and you kiss back with the same intensity.

“I love you,”

“Love you too baby,” he whispers against your lips, stepping out of the car with you.

Everything was going to be fine. Everything will be fine. You’re with Haechan, nothing could go wrong, you know it.

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The Island | KTH (Eight)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) mentions of sex, someone gets punched by someone,

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The room you are in is as cold and empty as you feel. The one single table with 3 chairs, 2 on one side and the one you are currently occupying across from them. The room feels chilling like ghosts haunt it. Maybe they do, you think. The silence is truly deafening and the wait for these 2 other chairs to be filled makes you anxious. It’s been a few months since you have been back here and it makes you uncomfortable each time but you know little by little you are receiving answers.

Finally, after a long wait the heavy door to the room screeches open. And in comes a man and woman in professional clothing—he in a suit and the woman in a dress suit. They smile at you awkwardly like they feel pity. They both pull out their chair and take a seat.

“Have you found it yet? The island?” you’re quick to blurt out and they nervously look at one another before frowning.

“It isn’t that easy unfortunately Miss y/l/n. We’ve been in search of this company for over 50 years.” The woman taps her fingers on the table. “We have yet to find them or this island you speak of.”

You can’t help the scoff that escapes you as you roll your eyes to the side.

“What kind of intel agency is this? You can’t even find some lame ass fucking love company.” You spit out.

The man hardens his eyes at you as he takes a long, deep breath. Obviously trying to gather his patience.

“Here’s what we do know.” He begins. “They tapped your home, your cell, all of your accounts and spied on you for over a year. Doing their…” he pauses, biting his lip. “Research…”

“And drugged you and your parents the night of the kidnapping.” The woman picks up where he left off, “And then they drugged you again to return you home and also your parents…assuming so it wasn’t to wake them while they were in your home…” she gulps…she understands how invasive this all is.

“You didn’t think to set up cameras around my parent’s house? For when they would return me? You didn’t think to keep an eye—”

“We did.” The man clears his throat, “But they….” He drags his hand down his tired face, “This company is smart. They obviously know what they are doing. The night of your return the cameras we had set up miraculously stopped working.”

You can’t help the laughter that erupts from your body. You begin shaking your head in disbelief, your laughter dying when you realize how serious this is.

“This is fucking bullshit.” You say with a tight lip smile. “Anyway…do you…do you guys…did you look into what I asked of you?” your eyes slide to the side as you nervously pull at the ends of your hair.

“The man you were with? Kim Taehyung…yes, we looked into it. We have been working with Korea’s intel in hopes to solve this case. He has been working together with them. I cannot release any personal information though.” The woman eyes her partner and her frown deepens. “Miss y/l/n…I know this is difficult and you two have been through a lot together. But I am sure you can find a way to reach out—”

“I just wanted to know how he is doing is all.” You cut her off, “It’s fine.”

~~~~~

You stare at the letter in your hands, it’s an off white color and the font in quite fancy. Your parents let you see it a few weeks after you returned home but every night you take it in your hands and stare at it. Not knowing how to take it. The company sent it to them the day you disappeared…explaining the company’s goals. They sent photos of you and Taehyung every week to prove you were alive and well. Your parents said this is what kept them sane…trusting you were okay because they couldn’t—wouldn’t accept any other reality.

Your heart aches thinking of what your parents must have been through but not just them…your sister found out through your mom and dad about the situation and she grew so worried without you. When she found out you were returned home she immediately came to you, sobbing in your arms and hasn’t left you since.

You set the letter down and pick up the pile of photos on your night stand…it’s a thick stack. You begin shuffling through them and you feel like someone has stabbed you in the chest with a dull knife and they begin to carve your heart out. It’s slow and painful…they finally take your slow beating heart and squeeze it in their hands, blood spilling and spilling. Killing you.

Some photos are just of you but majority you are accompanied by Taehyung and seeing his smiling face makes you relieve the experience of getting your heart carved out of your chest.

You glance up at your ceiling as tears begin building in your eyes, you try to blink them back, your eyes opening and closing repeatedly. But it’s no use, not when you feel this lost and hopeless. Suddenly, there is knocking on your bedroom door and your father is walking in.

“Ready sweetie? Got the rest of your things?” He steps into the room, a worried expression on his face but he tries to hide it behind a forced smile. “We should get going.”

You quickly sniffle and nod your head, shoving the stack of photos and letter into your backpack before you’re swinging it over your shoulders.

“Yup, ready.”

It’s moving day. Thankfully you found another job in your old town that you lived in, you found a new, better apartment that is close to where you use to live, you finally are getting out of your parents hair.

“Alright let’s get this show on the road!” your dad pats you on the back as you walk past him. He’s got the truck loaded and ready to go for the couple hour drive. Back to the city!

~

“This place is so much nicer than your last!” Your sister sets a box down on your new kitchen counter, “You actually have a decent sized kitchen! Not that you really cook.” She laughs.

“Hey!” you whine, “I told you I learned quite a bit of cooking while on the island.”

“You also told me that your boyfriend cooked a lot too…so I’ll just assume he did all the work.” She teases and your face falls.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” Your lips curls so far down that it’s almost comical but alas, it is not because you feel your eyes sting.

“Sorry…” your sister walks to the living room, joining you. She reaches for the box in your arms and sets it down on the floor. “y/n…just message him.”

“…I can’t.” you feel your chest start to burn, “The way things got left…I don’t know how to speak to him.” you admit. “and it’s been so long. If he hasn’t already moved on then he at least hates my guts.”

“Yeah I probably would too.” Your sister nods her head and you swat her arm.

“Thanks Ellie.” You deadpan. “Anyway, I just can’t.”

“He is probably waiting for you…he loves you.”

“You don’t know him?” you laugh quietly, “So how would you know?”

“I’ve seen the pictures of you two, in the moment pictures, and dude, he looks so taken with you in every single one.”

You can’t help the way your heart drops to your stomach. You told him you thought your feeling may not be real…those are some of your last words to him and that kills you. Without a doubt he has had to have moved on from you…why would he torture himself?

~

Later that night you are snuggled up in your bed with your sister snoozing beside you. You have your phone (Damn you missed this device) and are scrolling through Taehyung’s Instagram. You notice he posted a new group photo just 4 hours ago. You look at all the tags and see all his friends…Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin and Jungkook. But there are also a few girls in the photo. You notice the tag for Hana. You hate that your heart completely stops beating in your chest then suddenly starts racing. Hana. He’s hanging out with Hana? Wait, why are you surprised? You take a deep breath and click her name to view her page and then that’s when your heart really stops. Her most recent photo is of her and Taehyung, their faces smooshed together with wide smiles on their faces with the caption “Missed you.” With pink hearts.

She’s pretty. Really fucking pretty. No wonder Taehyung liked her. Liked? Or likes? Are they together now? They look awfully close. You feel your eyes sting for the millionth time this day and they begin to bubble with tears. This is your fault. You pushed him away, so far away, into another woman’s arms. You start to feel lost and hopeless again…you decide stalking Taehyung through social media probably isn’t the healthiest thing for you or your heart. You continue scrolling on Hana’s page…she has lots of photos with friends, pretty Korean scenery, selfies and more. She looks lively and beautiful, oh so fucking beautiful.

You exit the app and click your phone off. You squeeze your eyes shut and a few pathetic tears that you do not deserve slide out and down your face. You really need to move on, you really need to focus on you. But how can you when a huge part of you feels like it’s been ripped from you? Taehyung was a part of you and you think he still is. You feel crushed, fucking crushed. He is probably with Hana now and you absolutely cannot blame him.

Taehyung is doing fine. Just fine. With or without you. And that reality is setting in and it hurts. It fucking hurts. But you have no one to blame but yourself.

“Why are you doing this, huh? Things were so perfect.” He stops in front of you and pulls you up by the arms. Your chests almost touch from how close you are. “Unless…” he looks down at his feet, “You’re saying all of this because that’s how you feel. You’re the one unsure of your feelings. You’re the one who only likes me—loves me—because there’s no one else.” He looks into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Maybe.” You finally say. And you wish you didn’t because Taehyung releases a shaky breath and his brows crease together as he forms the saddest smile you have ever seen. The canvas of his life is full of beautiful bright colors but you continue to splatter blue and grey paint all over it. The paint mixes together and drips down, a gloomy mess.

“Oh.” He steps back. “I see.” He takes another step back, carding his fingers through his hair. He looks into your eyes as his gloss over, “I’ll leave you alone then.” And he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving you behind.

Why does this scene replay in your mind every single day. Every single night. His sad, sad expression leaving an ever lasting imprint in your mind. You feel broken, but you also feel angry. How dare the company send you back when you and Taehyung have so much to resolve? What is the purpose? What are their intentions? You ball the sheets in your hands as you release breath after frustrated breath. What was the point of all this? Somewhere deep in your gut you feel like this isn’t over. You feel like the company still has some ties to you…you can’t explain it…just a gut feeling.

To say you hate yourself is an understatement. You truly can’t stand to even look yourself in the mirror. You ruined the best thing that has ever happened to you—Taehyung. But you should be happy, right? He’s doing well. He has his friends, his family, Hana. He is absolutely 100% doing just fine and you have to accept that.

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“You can’t live like this dude.” Namjoon throws a trash bag on to Taehyung’s bed, signaling him to use it.

“Yeah…Joon is right.” Jimin starts picking up some trash off the floor…mostly empty food containers. “This is getting out of hand. I know things haven’t been easy—”

Jimin is cut off with Taehyung groaning loudly and dramatically. He lifts his head off his pillow, his face evident with sleep as he eyes his two friends in his apartment.

“Get up.” Namjoon lightly kicks the bed with his foot, “And open a damn window or something.”

“And maybe take a shower. You reek of this hangover I am sure you have…” Jimin sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand going to Taehyung’s back, rubbing it soothingly. “She isn’t coming around Tae.” Jimin says as softly as possible, “She isn’t—”

“We don’t know that.” Taehyung cuts him off, grumbling. “She could.”

“You said it yourself, she isn’t sure of her feelings…why aren’t you letting it go?” Namjoon sits down on the bed as well.

“I know her.” Taehyung begins to sit up from his place in bed, his hand flying up to his pounding head. “Fuck. I’m hungover.” He complains.

“You went too hard last night.” Jimin frowns, “Again.”

“So what? You think she lied to you? That she does love you?”

“She was just scared.” Taehyung whispers. “Trust me, I know her.” He repeats again.

Jimin and Namjoon share a look of pity mixed with concern. Jimin stands from the bed, taking the trash bag with him, he opens it up and starts filling it with the garbage around the apartment. Taehyung just watches Jimin clean up and he starts to feel a sense of guilt. Maybe he has been a handful the last few months.

Taehyung is trying his best though.

The unfamiliar bed along with the unfamiliar room was indication enough that Taehyung was in a place without you. It only took him halves of seconds to realize he was in his parents’ home in their spare room. A place he didn’t frequent very often. But he understood his situation right away. The island returned him home to Korea but suddenly this place feels like the last place like home.

When he made his existence known to his mother and father they cried over and over for their son. His father going on about his regrets, how he wishes he would have supported Taehyung more in following his own dreams and so on. His mother wishing she had cooked his favorite meal more often. They basically took his disappearance on the island as his death. At least that’s how Taehyung sees it.

His parents’ received the letter as well, even the photographs. They know all about you. They know that Taehyung is in love, they know Taehyung heart aches. They know everything. They were honestly rooting for you two…they could see how much love went on between the two of you even through pictures.

But as the days went on, as the weeks went on and as the months went on, Taehyung started to feel like he is withering away with every day that passed that you did not reach out to him. Did your time on the island with him mean nothing to you? Even if you ‘maybe’ weren’t in love with him like you claimed you were still friends for god’s sake. You still without a doubt had a powerful connection.

Things have been hard. Really fucking hard. But nothing is harder than the day when the Korean intel agency notified him that you were good, that you were okay. That you were home. But they could not release any personal information. You were home…you were okay…but you still have not reached out? He’s relieved you’re well but that also comes with the disappointment that you are choosing to stay to yourself.

“Yoongi wants to work on that new song tonight, what do you say?” Namjoon stands from the bed as well and makes his way into the small kitchen for a glass of water.

“Not in the mood.” Taehyung mumbles underneath his breath.

“Listen Taehyung…” Namjoon walks back into the room, his hands crossed over his chest as he looks at Taehyung with narrowed eyes.

“If you’re serious about this, being with her, that is. Then fucking do something about it.” Namjoon continues to stare down at him while Jimin keeps cleaning.

“I don’t have her number, I can’t find her anywhere on the internet and I barely know where she lives. What the fuck can I do?” Taehyung grits out, raising his voice just the slightest as he talks.

“….There has to be something.” Jimin speaks up. “A clue.”

“A fucking clue? What are we? Fucking detectives?” Taehyung throws his hands up, frustrated.

“Jimin’s right.” Namjoon uncrosses his arms and runs a hand through his hair, “She must have mentioned something, anything. You have to think.”

“You think I have the mental capability to think right now?” Taehyung questions with a bitter chuckle. “She doesn’t do much. She never mentioned some grand event she goes to every year, she didn’t mention what school she went to, she didn’t mention what company she worked for, she didn’t fucking mention anything. She stays to herself.” Then Taehyung’s eyes go wide.

“You know I use to go to this coffee place almost every single day. I miss it. That routine. It’s called ------------…a small, family owned shop. Only one of its kind. I would read, write, journal. Just relax. Every day.” You breathe out, missing your comfort spot.

Taehyung rushes to stand from the bed, he is quick to scoop Jimin up in his arms and place a dramatic kiss to his cheek.

“Jimin you fucking genius!” Taehyung suddenly remembered the night you had a panic attack. When you calmed down enough to speak you told him all the things you missed about your real life. Including some coffee place you would frequent on the regular. But he cannot remember the name of it for the life of him.

“What? What?” Jimin starts giggling, “Why?”

“A coffee shop! She used to go to a coffee shop!” Taehyung basically yells in excitement.

“Okay, what’s it called?” Namjoon smiles and immediately Taehyung expression turns sour.

“I…I don’t remember. But it was family owned, only one of its kind.”

Namjoon can’t help the frown that decorates his face but then he tries to smile.

“Better start doing your research lover boy.”

~

“Cozy Coffee. It’s in (Your city).” Taehyung slams a sheet of paper onto the bar top in front of Namjoon. “I found it.”

“What’d you find?” Jin asks from besides him, “Wait that place y/n goes to?”

Taehyung nods his head quickly with a wide ass smile adoring his face.

“Yup.”

“Now what, kid?” Yoongi brings his beer to his lips as he takes a generous sip. “You going to call that place and ask for her?” he laughs a little.

“No.” Taehyung straightens his back as he speaks. “I’m going there.”

“You’re…” Hobi begins but stops when he sees how serious Taehyung is.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jungkook starts shaking his head. “This girl—”

“y/n.” Taehyung snaps.

“Right…” Jungkook gulps. “y/n…she ignores you these last 6 months and you are still trying to be with her?”

All of the boys share looks with one another, frowns on everyone’s faces.

“Jungkook is right—”

“Tae told her he would do whatever it takes…he also believes in her feelings. So let’s believe in him.” Jimin cuts in, his hand going to Taehyung’s shoulder and giving him a smile.

“Jimin is right…” Namjoon breathes out, “Let’s trust in our Taehyungie.”

“But don’t forget what she did to you Taehyung.” Jungkook whispers seriously. “You weren’t okay…”

Another day passes and still, nothing from you. Taehyung brings yet another bottle of soju to his mouth as he starts downing it. He feels his world collapsing around him. He feels how everything around him is cracking and breaking apart. But the most cracked, broken thing is him. He looks at himself in the mirror and stares into his empty eyes, these same eyes that used to gaze at you. These same eyes that saw your smile, laugh, cry. These same eyes that undressed you. These same eyes that saw you coming undone over and over. These same eyes.

Taehyung chugs back his drink, his eyes never leaving his reflection as he finishes the bottle. He made a mistake tonight, a drunken mistake but a mistake nonetheless. He slept with Hana. Taehyung, the boys and Hana and her girlfriends were all at the bar tonight and he just doesn’t see her that way. Yet, he was inside her just an hour ago. He slowly closes his eyes, regret and guilt filling his entire being. What the fuck did he do?

His life is all over the place, a mess, if you will. A big, fat messy mess. He got a new apartment, leaving his parents’ house and he doesn’t think he has cleaned it even once since moving in. He drowns in alcohol, he drowns in unfinished songs, he drowns in his friends concerns and mostly? He drowns in you.

He stares at your photographs an unhealthy amount. He has cried over your photos countless times, he has touched himself to them too. Somehow that is more satisfying than the sex he just shared with Hana. The empty fuck he just gave her haunts him in this very mirror. Did he betray you? Have you also fucked someone new? Have you moved on?

Taehyung stares at himself, hating what he sees. You’re doing this to him. He went from being miserably depressed to angry. He’s beginning to blame you for everything with rage. But as much as he wants to hate you—he does want to—he just can’t. He can’t gather that type of energy in your direction. He just can’t.

Hana looks very pretty tonight…she’s been trying extra hard lately, Taehyung thinks. She is always casually got a hand on his arm, she always finds a way to be standing next to him, talking to him, leaning into him. Taehyung isn’t stupid. She wants him still. She apparently dated during the 8 months he was gone but nothing serious came from it. And now here she is, sleeping on his bed as he drinks by himself in his bathroom mirror.

So many different thoughts have gone through Taehyung’s head. Is he hard to love? That’s the main question that came out of all of this. You spent every day with him for 8 months and you weren’t even sure of your feelings. Shouldn’t a person know by then? He’s trying to be understanding…he is trying so fucking hard to understand but how can he? When he is balls deep in love with you and he doesn’t have to question it at all.

He is spiraling, he is being sucked into a darkness that he can’t crawl out of. He looks at himself in the mirror again, his eyes narrowing at his own reflection—disgusted with what he sees. He grips the empty bottle of soju as he feels his eyes wet with tears. He grips on to the bottle harder and harder, tears now leaving his big brown eyes. He growls out, groaning in frustration as he lifts the bottle up and throws it at his mirror. Glass shattering everywhere.

Startled, Hana jumps from the bed and rushes to the loud sound, finding Taehyung just standing lifeless, continuing to eye himself in the broken mirror. He likes what he sees much better. The cracked glass making for a better reflection, a more accurate representation of what he truly sees when he views himself.

“What the fuck?!” Hana yells out, rushing to Taehyungs side. “Are you okay???”

Taehyung walks closer to the mirror and lightly slides his hand down the cracked mirror, his fingers careful not to get cut.

“No.” he answers honestly and quietly. “I’m not.”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” Taehyung assures him, “At least I will be…when I see her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to see you?” Yoongi says quietly, worried for his friend. He brings his beer to the bar top and stares at the liquid.

“I’ll get to that when I get to that.” Taehyung sighs out…”I can’t let go of this until I know for sure.”

~~~~~~

Settling into your new job has been smooth, thankfully. It’s only been a few weeks but you can say you really like it. Your boss is an older woman, your coworkers seem nice and the work isn’t too taxing. Your apartment is starting to come together as well, only a few more boxes left to unpack. On the outside things are honestly going well…your life looks normal and put together. But on the inside you continue to fall apart.

“Come on!” Ellie whines, “Just give me one little, tiny, juicy detail.”

“Ew, no!” you laugh, “I have nothing to share!”

“Oh, bullshit.” Ellie takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke the other direction.

You two are sitting on your balcony, watching the evening sun set.

“You are trying to tell me you two didn’t fuck? Not even once?” Ellie gives you a knowing smile and you can’t help but laugh.

“Okay maybe once.”

“I call bullshit again.” Ellie starts to laugh, thrusting her hips forward theatrically, “I bet you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other.”

“Something like that.” You admit shyly.

“I don’t blame you. He looks so hot.” Ellie takes another puff of her cigarette. “What was he like in bed?”

“Ugh, Ellie.” You groan, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Afraid of getting horny thinking about it?” She chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll tell you one thing.” You hold one finger up, giving her a look that says you are serious. Ellie giggles, nodding her head in agreement.

“He’s…big.” You basically whisper.

“He’s what?”

“Shut up, you heard me.” You laugh, “First time I saw it he wasn’t even fully hard and I was impressed.” You smirk, feeling proud of Taehyung’s gorgeous dick.

“Damn girl. Nice.” Ellie nods in approval, “Did he know how to use it?”

“Ugh….yes.” you roll your eyes back, remembering the feel of his cock. “He did. Aaaannnd he is probably using it on his new girlfriend.” You sigh, feeling your heart break piece by piece in your chest.

“What? What do you mean???” Ellie puts her cigarette out in the ash tray, “New girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” You keep it short and simple. “Anyway, I really do not want to talk about him anymore.”

“…Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

You give your sister a sad, small smile and she returns it. You feel your phone buzz in your lap and you go to pick it up, you quite literally feel all the color drain from your face. Your heart stops completely. What the actual fuck? Why is he texting you? Him of all people?

~

Finally gathering the courage to buy his plane ticket, Taehyung begins packing for his trip. He got a roundtrip flight for one week. He has one week to find you. He’s starting to get nervous, really fucking nervous. He had all this confidence to do this but honestly? Over the last 6-7 months he has become quite insecure. You left him in shambles. He grew weak without you, he grew pathetic in his eyes.

“Make sure you bring plenty of underwear.” Jimin teases, helping Taehyung pack. “You never pack enough and somehow end up going commando.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Taehyung is too nervous to even joke around, he is too nervous to even look at Jimin—his best friend—for more than a second because he is afraid he is going to see right through him.

“You’re nervous.” Jimin blurts out and Taehyung opens his mouth in shock. But should he be? Jimin is his best friend, he can read him like a book.

“Yeah…”

“I think you have every right to be.” Jimin pats him on the shoulder, “You have been through a lot…and so much is unknown.”

“Yeah….” Taehyung agrees, “I feel like I’m walking into this blind.”

“You kind of are.” Jimin admits quietly. “You kind of are.”

“Do you think…I’m making a mistake?” Taehyung sits down on his bed, messing with the blanket between his fingers.

“No.” Jimin answers honestly. “I am probably the one who has heard about y/n the most. I almost feel like I know her.” Jimin laughs, “And I think you’re right. She was scared. This company…fuck that company by the way, this company set you two up and tried to force love on you. Of course that’s going to fuck her up. Of course she is going to have her doubts…you can’t blame her Tae. Yeah, it’s fucked up she hasn’t reached out at all but dude…it’s a tricky situation.”

“I know…” Taehyung’s head falls into his hands, “Fuck…I know.”

“And…” Jimin sits down next to him, “I don’t want you to regret not looking for her, it sucks that it’s you doing everything, I can admit that. I wish she would grow some fucking balls and talk to you but looks like you got to do all the work buddy.”

“Yeah.”

~

Taehyung checks into some dingy hotel downtown in the city you live, the place is dark, gritty even. But it’s just one of the first places that was affordable that popped up when he was googling places to stay. He doesn’t totally mind, he doubts he will be spending much time in here. He receives his key from the girl at the front desk, she eyes him up and down, obviously liking what she sees.

Taehyung walks down a dark hallway to reach his room—he’s starting to feel like the main character in a horror movie. He reaches his door and unlocks it, opening it and shuffling inside with his luggage. The room smells dusty, the bed is small and the blanket thin. The room is loud with the AC unit blowing freezing air and the dark curtains don’t let in any light whatsoever.

He sets his luggage down on the carpet and sits on the bed…he takes his phone out and sends a text to his group chat that he made it alive.

Namjoon 4:02pm

Good luck man, we’re rooting for you.

Jungkook 4:02pm

Fingers crossed homie

Jin 4:03pm

Bring her back to Korea

Yoongi 4:03pm

He can’t just bring her back Jin

Hobi 4:03pm

I also vote he brings her back with him

Jimin 4:04pm

I agree, I want to meet the infamous y/n

Taehyung 4:04pm

Am I also allowed to vote that I want to bring her back with me?

Taehyung quietly laughs to himself as he clicks his phone off. He lays back on the bed and groans when he feels how hard the mattress is. But it doesn’t matter because he is here on a mission, a mission to find you and he wants to waste no time.

~

Day 1:

Taehyung wakes up early to grab a bite to eat at the diner next to the hotel, this place doesn’t even offer complimentary breakfast! The audacity. He orders pancakes but they definitely aren’t as good as yours.

Waking up and breathing the same city air you’re breathing makes Taehyung for the first time in 6 months—feel alive. Like being in the same place as you is slowly helping him regain some of his self back. He knows you are here. You live here. You walk these streets, you eat these foods, you breathe this air. The same fucking air he is breathing.

Nothing excites him and makes him more nauseas. He misses you. He wants to see you. But he is afraid at the same time. He’s so fucking terrified. How will you react? Are you okay? Do you really not love him? Have you moved on? Seeing someone new? His mind races as he cuts into these pancakes.

Taehyung pulls out his phone and checks the time…almost 7 am. He needs to hurry to the coffee place…because what if you stop by there on your way to work? Or maybe you don’t work right now and you go there just to chill? He doesn’t know but he knows he won’t miss a chance to see you.

Taehyung finishes up his plate of food and pays. He leaves the diner and starts walking towards Cozy Coffee, only a 15 minute walk. He inhales deeply, hoping to somehow get a whiff of you, he looks at all the flowers on the side of the sidewalks and thinks of you. Would you be interested in a bouquet of flowers? He recalls on your first unofficial first date he gave you a handful of flowers from the island and you liked it. Ugh, what is he thinking? All he needs to be worried about right now is fucking finding you.

Finally, Taehyung makes his way inside Cozy Coffee. It’s a pretty small place but big enough for a handful of people to be occupying the many tables. His eyes scan the area but they don’t come across you. He sighs and heads towards the counter to order a tea and take a seat at a table in the back near the restrooms.

He spends hours here in this spot. The entire day actually. No sign of you. And the owner has to literally escort him out when it is closing time. He walks back to the hotel with his head hanging low, he guesses today wasn’t a day for reading or writing.

Day 2:

These pancakes aren’t bad actually, not the second time around. Yours are still better, of course but he’s getting use to them. Maybe tomorrow he should try something different.

Taehyung walks leisurely towards the coffee shop, he somehow has this idea he might run into you on the street or something. But he doesn’t.

The coffee shop is a little less busy today, Taehyung goes inside, orders his tea and occupies the same table as yesterday. He pulls his backpack to his lap and brings out a notebook and pen, he decides he will work on song lyrics today.

Hours and hours pass, tea after tea is drank and still, no sign of you. Closing time approaches and he is once again, asked to leave. Taehyung nods in understanding, gathers his belongings and walks back to the hotel. Slowly of course, because deep down he thinks he just might run into you.

Day 3:

French toast today…not as good as the pancakes but still, pretty good. He wonders if you can make French toast? You never mentioned it. Taehyung realizes there is still so much he does not know about you. The thought kind of drives him crazy. He wants to know you. Know all of you. Know you better than anyone else.

The walk to the coffee shop is slow and enjoyable. The scenery is pretty as he strolls on the sidewalk, the flowers poking through the cement bring him a small level of joy for the day. Once he enters the shop, the owner gives him a smile. He orders his tea and makes his way to the back table, pulls out his notebook and starts writing his song lyrics.

On my pillow. Can’t get me tired. Sharing my fragile truth. That I hope the door is still open. Cause the window. Opened one time with you and me. Now my forever is falling down. Wondering if you’d want me now.

Taehyung sets his pen down taking a break from writing, he reaches for his tea and takes a few sips. The liquid has gone cold. He sighs out and lets the hours pass him by. Closing time approaches like it does every night and he is asked to leave.

Day 4:

He’s back to getting pancakes. He likes to pretend they are yours, that you made them for him. He likes to imagine a life where you make breakfast for him again. He likes to imagine a life where you’re just here again. It’s almost 7 am, he needs to head to the coffee shop. He strolls casually, wondering what you are up to on this Thursday morning. Are you finally going to make an appearance at Cozy Coffee? Are you running late for work? Are you in early today?

Taehyung enters the shop and the owner gives him a sweet smile and begins working on his tea. Taehyung feels grateful that it’s being made without him even ordering it yet, a smile adorning his face. He pays for the tea and makes his way to the his table, pulls out his notebook and continues working on his song.

I’m wondering are you my best friend? Feels like a river’s rushing through my mind. I wanna ask you if this is all just in my head. My heart is pounding tonight, I wonder if you are too good to be true. And would it be alright if I pulled you closer.

Taehyung lets hours and hours pass, his pen busy on his notebook paper. The lyrics coming to him so easily for the first time in months. He can’t help the sad smile that grows on his face as he reads and rereads his song lyrics.

Just like every day when the bell of the front door jingles his head shoots up to see who it is. Now is no different. A woman comes in and his heart almost stops because she looks like you at first glance. Taehyung groans at the disappointment. Because it’s not you.

Day 5:

Okay, he is back to French toast. It’s starting to grow on him, he definitely wants to ask you to make this for him. His imagination begins to run wild with dreams of making food with you again, kissing the side of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind you. Like the many times he has done it.

“Taehyung…” you whine as he nips your neck with his teeth. “I’m trying to concentrate on this recipe.”

“I’m trying to concentrate too.” Taehyung smirks against your soft skin, “On you.”

You can’t help the blush that begins spreading across your cheeks, his fingers dig into your hips and you moan out.

“Taehyung…”

“What is it baby?” he starts kissing your neck. “Want me to fuck you? Right here?” he digs his fingers deeper into your hips and you start grinding against him.

“Couch.” You breathe out. “I want to ride you.”

“Oh? You want to be in control? Maybe I will allow it this once.” He teases, his tongue licking a strip up to your ear, then he nibbles on the lobe.

Taehyung finds his pants getting tight as he recalls his memories with you. He misses kissing you, he misses touching you, he misses your scent, he misses your skin, your eyes, your lips.

Shit, it’s past 7. He needs to hurry to Cozy’s.

He’s seated in his spot with his tea and notebook out, he swears he is almost finished with this song…the chorus needs some work but he thinks he’s got it. Something about being ships in the night, but somehow he doesn’t have the courage to finish he song, he doesn’t want that to be his relationship with you.

Night time comes and still no sign of you. Tomorrow is his last day and he is starting to freak out. Where are you? He thought you came here all the time? Why aren’t you coming? Are you okay? He is asked to leave once again and he does.

Day 6:

Back to pancakes. Back to strolling on the side walk. Back to Cozy’s. Back to his tea. Back to his spot.

Taehyung feels the nerves in his body multiplying with every shaky breath he takes. Today is the last night, his flight is in the morning and he has made no progress on finding you. This place being his only hint.

“Excuse me…” Taehyung walks up to the counter and greets the owner.

“What can I do for you young man? Another tea?” he softly smiles at Taehyung but Taehyung shakes his head.

“I have a question…” he begins. “Do you know y/n y/l/n?”

“y/n???” the old man begins to smile after expressing his confusion, “Of course I do, that girl has been coming here for years.” He starts wiping down the counter with a rag. “Why? You looking for her? You aren’t some creepy ex-boyfriend are you?”

“No, no.” Taehyung laughs. “But I am looking for her…she usually comes here right?” he nervously chuckles.

“Usually. But she started a new job recently that has kept her a little busy…” the old man continues to wipe down the counter. “But she was in just last week! And It’s Saturday!” he cheers, “She always comes to write on weekends.”

Taehyung lights up at that. “Really??” he shows the old man a wide, boxy grin. He feels like he hasn’t smiled like that in what seems like forever. All because there is finally a chance he might see you.

“Oh…” The old man stops wiping to get a good look at Taehyung. “You look like a man in love.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen just a bit before he smiles, “Do I?”

The shop is busy today. Taehyung sits in his usual spot, writing and doodling in his notebook, his head lifting up quickly every time the door jingles. It’s never you though. It is already 6pm and there is still no sign on you and Taehyung hates that he is starting to lose hope. Are you not coming? He doesn’t have much time left.

Taehyung sits here, his pen between his lips as he thinks about you. He thinks about the first time he saw you…he really thought you were some girl he might have drunkenly hooked up with…he remembers your expression, how shocked, how scared, how overwhelmed you were. He wishes now he could go back in time and hug you. Tell you he’s with you, together. That you aren’t alone. Taehyung wishes he could kiss your temple, bring you in close and make you feel okay. He recalls the first time you two really interacted.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head.

Taehyung can’t help but chuckle. God, you were such a brat. It’s almost 7 now…still no sign of you.

“Maybe if you weren’t always following me, they would have sent us home by now.” Taehyung states bitterly as he puts his slice of bread on top of his now made sandwich.

“I’m not following you.” You roll your eyes, “I have to eat too.”

“You can’t wait until I’m done?”

“You look pretty done to me…” You point at his sandwich and he scoffs.

“I still have to eat it.”

“Eat in your room for all I care.”

You and Taehyung are getting along just fine…maybe not swimmingly but like, fine. It’s been a couple weeks and you have mostly stayed out of one another’s way but it’s moments like this that you end up interacting.

“I think I’ll eat at the table, thanks.” He grabs his sandwich and makes his way to the dining room table, sitting down with a thump. He aggressively picks up his sandwich and takes a bite while showing you a smart ass smile.

“Fantastic,” you state, “Me too.” You finish pouring milk into your cereal bowl and set it back inside the fridge. You dramatically make your way over to the table as well, giving him a wide grin as you sit down in front of him. You slightly slam your bowl down on the table, some milk dribbling over the edge of the bowl and Taehyung snarls.

“Great, you’re making a fucking mess.”

“If you went up and ate in you room you would have no idea about this mess.”

“But you still would have made this mess?”

“Ignorance is bliss, Taehyung.”

“You’re such a…” he stops, setting his lips into a firm line and you lean your head forward, clearly curious about what you are.

“Such a…?” you blink at him repeatedly and his lips curve upward into a charming smile.

“A fucking brat.” Taehyung grabs his sandwich again and takes an obnoxious bite while grinning and you give him your best annoyed eye roll.

Taehyung continues to chuckles as he goes down memory lane…he does regret being mean to you at first but god, you truly were a fucking brat. But he laughs about it now, loving every single memory he shares with you.

The door jingles and he shoots his head up, hoping it is you. But still, just like every other fucking time—it’s not.

Taehyung groans into his notebook, feeling lost and frustrated. What’s he going to do if you don’t show? He’s trying here. Is the universe really that cruel? And suddenly the door jingles again, but he doesn’t look up, he knows it isn’t you.

“Hi Mister Jones!”

Oh. Oh. That voice. That voice belongs to you. Taehyung whips his head up and there you are. You are standing at the doors entrance with a nervous smile on your face, why are you nervous? You are wearing jeans and a oversized t shirt, a casual but cute look. And Taehyung is falling in love with you. Seeing you in the real world for the first time has him frozen in place.

“The usual?”

“Yeah.” You reply calmly, glancing at the empty table at the front of the shop. You pull a chair out and take a seat, your back to Taehyung. He is still frozen. He all of the sudden feels unprepared for this. He all of the sudden feels sick. He clenches his jaw as he watches your back. You are here, living your life without even think of him aren’t you? Taehyung swallows down his anger now. He has to. Anger won’t do him any good.

He takes long breath after long breath trying to compose himself and find his confidence to go up to you and confront you. He blinks back his growing tears of frustration and stands from his table, the chair screeching against the wooden floors.

He stands here, frozen again. What if you really do not want to see him? That this was all intentional? He starts to feel sick again. He squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to get rid of the feeling of nausea.

“Taehyung…” you whisper his name, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You think having feelings for me means that’s it? That it’s the end? Baby, it would only be the beginning.” Taehyung leans down again as he caresses your face. “I know you’re scared. I know you have trauma that you’re still getting through. I know your ex fucked you up. But I’m not him. I’m Taehyung. I’m…fuck, I don’t know. y/n, please just open your heart to me.” Taehyung looks at you with so much compassion that it physically hurts.

“I know,” your voice shakes, “I know you aren’t him, Tae.” You take his hand in yours, “I do like you.” You finally admit, shutting your eyes.

“Look at me.” Taehyung commands, “Look at me babe.”

You slowly open your eyes again, gazing into his dark ones and you feel yourself grow warmer and warmer.

“I’m only looking at you.”

Taehyung quickly opens his eyes as he finds his resolve. You love him. He knows it. He feels it. You wanted him, just like how he wanted you—wants you.

He nods his head, trying to pump himself up, about to gain the courage to walk to you when the door jingles again and a man walks in. A man that immediately looks at you and smiles.

This man takes a seat across from you at the small table and Taehyung feels his heart halting in his chest. He feels himself grow warm, he feels himself grow the company of something evil, something green. He feels himself grow incredibly fucking jealous. So you do have someone. You moved on. You have someone, someone that is not him. Taehyung slowly plops back down in his chair, his mouth slightly open as he watches this man talk and smile at you.

But suddenly, Taehyung notices how tense you become. How you grip on to your purse harder and harder with every word this man speaks. He can sense you from here…something is wrong. Who is this man? Why is he making you so uncomfortable? Is this not a date? Taehyung isn’t sure what to do. He could be reading this all wrong, he could be imagining this for his own sake. He could be creating this world where you don’t love anyone but him.

But then you stand from your chair abruptly and storm out of the shop, this man desperately tries to grab for you and quickly follows after you. Taehyung stands from his chair as well, already racing towards the shops door, in search of you. He didn’t even think about it, he just acted on instinct.

“y/n!” the man calls out after you but you continue to speed walk away until you feel a hand grab at your arm. You are quick to turn around, ready to give him an earful when your face goes completely pale.

“T-Taehyung…?” you stutter out, the shock riding in waves throughout your entire body.

“I said wait baby!” The man jogs up to you and Taehyung, Taehyung releases his hold on your arm and looks between you and this man.

“Baby?” Taehyung whispers out, already feeling his heart crack inside his chest. Maybe this is just a lovers quarrel. He continues looking between you and this man and you can see the hurt plastered all over Taehyung’s face.

“No—”

“Who is this?” The man stands between you and Taehyung. “Who are you?”

“Ben, you can leave. I think I have heard enough.” You spit out and Taehyung’s eyes widen before they are narrowing at you.

“Ben…?” he asks, not even sparing Ben a glance, only focusing on you. “Why are you with him y/n?” Taehyung’s voice goes dangerously low. “I asked, why are you with him?”

“He was just—”

“I was just talking with my girl. Is that a problem?”

“Your girl?” You and Taehyung ask in unison.

“You’re fucking kidding, right y/n?” Taehyung’s face is taken over with a scowl. “There’s no fucking way you are seeing this asshole again.”

“It’s not—”

“Asshole?” Ben scoffs, “Who the fuck are you?”

Taehyung doesn’t even look Bens way as he eyes you, he stuffs his hands into his front pockets and stares at you with his hard expression.

“Answer me.” He commands. “Now.”

“Listen buddy—” Ben begins but Taehyung just a holds a hand up in front of Bens face and tilts his head at you.

“I said, now.” Taehyung finally lowers his hand, then he is feeling his body being shove backward.

“I said who the fuck are you?” Ben pushes Taehyung, his hands still on his chest at the collar of his shirt. “How do you know my girl? y/n…you been fucking other men?”

“I’m not your fucking girl Ben.” You finally snap out of your daze, “I said leave.”

Ben lets go of Taehyung shirt to face you, he walks closer and closer until his feet are practically touching your own.

“Sweetheart I said I was sorry…” Ben tries to caress your face but you smack his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You spit out, “Ever.”

Taehyung eyes the both of you with curiosity. What’s going on here? Are you with him or aren’t you? You notice Taehyung’s confused expression and move towards him to begin explaining.

“Ben is just here to explain why he did what he did…I don’t know why I agreed…but—”

“I’ve heard enough.” Taehyung stops you, he walks closer to you. “He’s bothering you?”

“I ain’t bothering anyone you fucking dick. And you never answered my question—who the fuck are—”

Your eyes are as wide as saucers and you watch the collision of Taehyung’s fist to Ben’s face. You swear you are witnessing it in slow motion, the way his fist crashes into the side of Bens jaw. The way Ben stumbles back and falls to the pavement. The way Taehyung grits his teeth as he brings his fist back to his own body. Did Taehyung just fucking punch your ex-boyfriend in the fucking face?

“She said to fucking leave.” Taehyung growls, “Now.”

“Taehyung!” you rush to his side, immediately reaching for his fist and inspecting it for any damage. You are hit with something massive…like the grandest bolt of electricity the moment your hand touches his. You try your hardest to ignore it, to ignore the fire that caught light, the raging fire that burns so wildly in your chest.

“Come. Come with me.” You say in panic, ignoring the fact that Ben lays on the concrete, probably knocked the fuck out. You hold on to Taehyung’s hand tightly as you lead him to the parking lot until you’re at your car. You hurry to let go of his hand, feeling so fucking nervous. What the hell is happening? Everything with Ben happened so fast that you haven’t even processed the fact that Taehyung is here. Here with you. In your city. In this parking lot. At your car.

“Tae—”

You stop before you can even finish his name. He looks at you with something you have never seen before. He goes to open his mouth but he stops himself, not knowing what the right thing to say is.

“I don’t know what to say anymore now that I am with you.” Taehyung finally says after a long while, his eyes are wet and his expression is troubled.

“I thought I would get here and I would tell you I am ready to make this work, that I missed you, that I love you. But now…seeing you. Really seeing you, I don’t know anymore.” He admits. “I think I am angry with you.” He says softly. “Really fucking angry.”

“Tae—”

“No.” he moves his head to the side, his eyes down at his shoes. “Let me speak. I have prepared a whole speech for you…but now, I don’t think I would mean any of the words.” He shuts his eyes, a tear escaping. “Did you go too far? Too far in hurting me?” he whispers. “Did you ruin me?”

You start breathing heavily, not knowing how to take his words. Why is he here?

“I had to fucking search for you. But did you even want to be found?” he questions you softly.

“Taehyung.” You say firmly. “I—”

“Am I a fool?” He chokes out, “A fool for doing this? Coming all the way here…sitting at this coffee place every single day waiting for you like the pathetic man that I am.” Another tear slips.

“Can I talk now?” you whisper. “Please?”

Taehyung gulps down his spit, anticipating what you might say. He gestures for you to speak and you take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out…” you begin, your chest getting tighter and tighter. “Every day that passed it got harder and harder to do it. If I’m being honest I stalked your account…” you admit with a bitter laugh, “You seemed happy. I wasn’t even sure you wanted me to reach out. Then Hana…”

“Hana?” Taehyung scrunches his brows together, “What’s Hana got to do with this?”

“You two are together aren’t you? I know, Taehyung.” You swallow hard.

Taehyung shakes his head in confusion, how do you know about Hana? You know he slept with her or?

“It was only one time.” Taehyung admits quietly…”but how do you know about that?”

“She posted you on her Instagram. I just assumed.” You say dryly, feeling a pang in your chest as you look at him. So he did get with her. You fucking knew it.

“Why are you here Taehyung?”

“I was here to tell you I love you. I want to make this work.” He says bluntly.

“Was?” you whisper and he nods.

“Now that I am here and I see you, I know I fucking love you still. But I think I’m lost and confused right now.” He admits between bated breaths. “I was so nervous to see you and to be honest looking at you now…I still feel nervous. Like, I could throw up.”

“I feel that way too.” You admit.

“You hurt me, y/n.” he steps closer to you, his gaze is dark and unwavering. “Can I forgive you?” he whispers and you choke back a sob. “Do you even love me back?...That’s also a main problem here.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You breathe out roughly, “I’m sorry for our last conversation on the island.”

“Are you?” he takes another step. “Are you really?”

“Yes, Tae…I …I…”

“You? You?” Another step.

“I was so scared, I was so confused.” You take a step back, but he continues walking towards you. “ But I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?” he steps closer. “About that ‘maybe’ hmm?” he steps even closer until he is breathing the same zone of air as you. He reaches for your jaw with his hand and tilts your head up towards him. “I could have fucking told you that.”

“Taehyung…” you don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do. “I’m sorry. It just got so hard to talk to you but I have thought about you every second of every day.”

“Every second?” he scoffs, “Even as you were having coffee with fucking Ben?”

“It seriously isn’t what it looks like…” you rush to say, “He wouldn’t stop pestering me.”

“Tell me how you feel y/n. Right fucking now.” He roughly commands, his fingers still on your jaw.

“I—”

“I want everything, every detail. I want to know exactly what’s going on in this brain of yours.” Taehyung looks at you with hard eyes. “I want the truth.”

You scrunch your face up as you try not to cry, you feel so many overwhelming feelings all at once. You don’t know what to say. You love him. But is it that simple? “I…” You gulp.

“You?” his eyes soften just the slightest, “Just talk to me babe.” His voice loses all its edge as you begin to silently cry. His thumb wipes away your falling tears. “Just talk to me.”

“I miss you so fucking much.” Is the first thing that slips out of your mouth, “You have no idea…” you sob.

“If anyone has an idea, it’s me.” He chuckles bitterly.

“I let time pass me by Tae, I regret it so much. But as the seconds ticked by I knew I was losing my window of opportunity. And before I knew it 6 months had passed.” You choke, “I am so, so sorry.” You stare into his dark eyes. “The company did me a favor.” You laugh, “They gave me you. I fell in love with you, Taehyung. I just…I’m so sorry I doubted myself, doubted you.”

Taehyung’s features soften as he listens to you, he feels himself grow weak. Especially with his fingers touching your skin. He pulls back from you and leans against your car.

“Are you still in love with me?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” You sniffle, wiping your face of your tears. “I think I always will be, even if you decide you hate me.”

“I wish I could hate you.” Taehyung throws his head back, “It would make this easier, I wouldn’t even be here.”

“Make what easier?”

“Leaving you behind.” He says quietly, “Leaving us behind.”

Your body begins to shake as more tears escape you, you feel the heavy weight of his words fucking crush you. He wants nothing to do with you. He doesn’t want you anymore. You fucked up too badly. Taehyung watches as you sob for several minutes, his eyes never leaving your flushed face. He clicks his tongue and puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it.

“That’s what I think I should do.” He says, “But I can’t.”

Wait, what?

“You c-can’t?”

“I love you too much. And I all my friends voted I bring you back to Korea.” He says with a small smirk.

“But you?” you cry, “You said you are leaving me?”

“I was thinking aloud. And to be honest I wanted you to suffer a bit.” He says with his dark gaze. “I wanted to punish you just a little.”

Your wide eyes narrow at him and you can’t help but cry harder. “You fucking sadist.”

“Maybe a little.” He admits with a growing sly smile. “We have a lot to talk about.” He says after a moment. “Do you want to make this work with me or not?”

“Are you serious? Even after all of this you still want to be with me?”

“We’re soulmates, baby. Or did you forget?”

“You fucking smartass.” You wipe at your face, wiping your snots on the collar of your t shirt. “But yes…I want to make this work.”

“Spend a couple weeks with me in Korea. I want to start over with you. Take things slow. I am still angry. But I fucking love you.”

“A couple weeks in Korea?” you shake your head, “I can’t take off work that long.”

“I am not going to beg you.” Taehyung warns, “But please.”

A couple weeks in Korea? With Taehyung? Meeting his family? His friends? Starting over? Going slow? Can you two really do this?

[leossmoonn]

can i request a fic with stefan where the reader loses her memories (like stefan did in s5) so stefan takes her out to all the places that are special to their relationship and he tells her all about how they used to date and how she loved him and all and then at the end she kisses him ❤️

if not that's okay! have a good day and make sure to drink some water ❤️❤️

okay ill be honest i dont remember anything of tvd from season 4 and on bc it was just so boring to me but YES I CAN DK THIS. and thank you! i hope you have a good day, and hydrate too <33 mwah!

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warnings / includes - mild language, crying, sad stefan, kissing, eating and food, talk about sex. oh and youre a vampire and grew up w stefan and damon :)) and you’ve been dating stefan ever since you two turned into vampires and you two have been married for 50 years! (yay) . not really edited

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“can’t you just do your voodoo magic and fix her?”

“that’s not how it works, damon.”

“well, it works whenever elena needs it. just admit it, you don’t like y/n.”

“i do! this is just more complicated -”

“bullshit! i know you don’t know her very well, but we’ve known her since she was born. she’s my best friend and the love of my brother’s life, who, by the way, is about to go into a frenzy if you don’t fix her!”

“i’m trying! but whatever those traveler’s did, i don’t think i can reverse it.”

“argh!” damon growled, putting his hands under a table and ripping it up.

“okay, you need to calm down,” bonnie said. “throwing a fit won’t help.”

“well, i can’t just stand here and watch her die!”

“she’s not dying, she’s just asleep. the doctor said she will wake up soon.”

“oh, as if the doctor knows anything,” damon muttered.

“she actually knows a lot, and we’ll give her the treatments the doctor recommends before we try any magic.”

damon sighed, running his hands over his face. he looked over to you, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. he walked over to you, holding your hand in his.

“please wake up, y/n. please.”

it seemed as damon’s wishes were granted. your eyes fluttered open, a soft groan filled your throat as you tried to move your head back and forth. you peered at bonnie and damon, brows furrowing.

“who are you? and why-why are you holding my hand? get away from me!” you hissed, barring your fangs.

“well, she definitely knows she a vampire,” damon muttered.

bonnie ignored him, coming over to you tentatively. “hey, y/n. do you know who i am?”

“no. i-i want to go home. where am i? why-why does this look so strange? hospitals at home don’t look like this,” you gasped as you looked around your room.

“is she still stuck in the 1800s?” bonnie asked.

“let’s see. uh, y/n, what’s the date?” damon asked.

“1866, right?” you guessed.

“oh, shit,” damon muttered.

“what’s wrong?” you frowned. “y/n, you’re in the 21st century. it’s 2013,” bonnie explained.

your eyes bugged out of your head. “what? how-how can this be? you’re lying! you’re some witch! katherine warned me that you would try to trick me. who are you with? wha-what do you want from me?!”

“okay, crazy pants,” damon sighed. “do you know who i am?” he asked.

you took a good, hard look. “you look familiar… like you’re from a dream.”

“good, good, but do you know my name?”

your brain scrambled for the answer, but it all came up was blank.

“no, i’m sorry.”

“well, crap,” damon muttered. “what if we get stefan? he’s been her boyfriend for like, a hundred and fifty years. plus, they’ve been married for 50. she’s got to remember him,” bonnie suggested.

“yeah, okay,” damon nodded. “go and get him. i’ll stay with her.”

“why don’t i stay with her, and you go get stefan. you might irritate her enough to make her snap your neck,” bonnie snorted.

“fine. i’ll be back in a second. try to use your powers on her,” damon asked.

“no. now go,” bonnie shooed away damon.

he left, zooming through the halls to go and find his brother. meanwhile, bonnie went to sit next to you, taking your hand in hers.

“what are you doing. i said don’t touch me,” you hissed.

“what is your name?” bonnie asked.

“y/n,” you said. “what’s your full name?” she asked.

“y/n l/n,” you answered. “why are you asking me this? do you think i do not know my name?”

“no, no. i just…” bonnie sighed. “what’s your mother’s name?”

“louise,” you said. “and your father’s?” bonnie asked.

“martin. and before you ask, my sister and brother’s names are anna and christopher. are you studying me or something? oh, my… i-i swear i’m not dangerous. i don’t feed on people. not usually, anyways. please, spare me. if you want a real vampire, catch katherine pierce. her real name is katerina petrova. or klaus mikaelson, his whole family needs to be killed. please, i -”

“i’m not going to kill you. no one is going to kill you. and katherine is already dead,” bonnie explained.

“oh, really? well, then ignore what i said about her."

bonnie smiled a little. “it’s alright. do you remember anything that’s happened in the last 24 hours?”

“no, i’m sorry. i must ask again, where am i?” you questioned.

“well, you’re in 2013. about one hundred and forty-nine years from when you were turned into a vampire. that man who was here is damon salvatore. he’s been your best friend ever since you were born. you grew up together, and he turned you into a vampire. i’m bonnie bennett. i am… i have a sort of friendship with damon. i’m a witch from the bennett line. i am here to help you. we’re friends, too, actually.”

“oh,” you pursed your lips. “i’m sorry i don’t remember you. i think i remember one of your family members, though… emma, ella, em-”

“emily, yeah,” bonnie smiled. “well, it’s good to know i’m in good company,” you sighed.

“yes, you are. oh, and there’s one more person i forgot to mention. he’s damon’s brother, stefan. he’s your -”

“y/n!”

your head snapped to the door. a handsome young man stepped into the room, worrying filing his features.

“hello?” you frowned.

“it’s me, stefan. you’re husband,” the man said.

your eyes widened. “i-i- excuse me? my husband? i didn’t know i was-” your breath hitched as you saw the ring on your finger. it was a beautiful silver ring with a blue jewel in the middle, stefan and your name carved in the middle of it.

“oh,” you gasped.

“do you remember me?” he asked, coming closer to you.

you looked back up at him, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember. you shook your head in disappointment. “no, i’m sorry. i wish i could. what happened to me that i can’t remember my own husband?"

“travelers took your memory,” bonnie answered. “travelers? l-like the evil witches?” you guessed.

“yes, precisely,” bonnie nodded.

“well, can you get back my memories? you’re a witch, right?” you asked her.

“exactly! that’s what i was saying. i’m so glad someone gets it!” damon exclaimed.

“i-i’m sorry, who are you again?” you frowned. “damon. i’m damon salvatore. the best salvatore, and your best friend,” he grinned.

“oh, right - damon. and you’re uh, you’re bonnie, correct?” you turned to the brunette.

“i am,” bonnie nodded.

“and you’re…“ you turned to stefan.

hope was shining in his dazzling green eyes. his lips were pulled into a frown, his brows furrowed as tears clouded his eyes.

“you’re stefan! my, uh, my husband whom i can’t remember. i’m so sorry, again.”

“it’s okay,” he sighed. “you just woke up. you’ll probably remember later.”

“yes,” you nodded, “that’s probably it.”

just then, the doctor came in. she checked you out, telling you that you had to stay in the hospital one more night before you could be discharged. after she left, damon, bonnie, and stefan made up a plan.

“i can’t just put her memories back. i don’t have any access to them,” bonnie said.

“can’t you just pull them out of the air or something?” damon asked.

“magic doesn’t work like that, damon,” bonnie glared.

“what if we take her to all her favorite places? places she’s been to lots of times,” stefan suggested.

“yes! that is a great idea, except for the fact that she thinks she’s in the 1800s and most things that were there have been torn down or rebuilt!” damon seethed.

“well, then what else are we supposed to do, damon! we can’t just sit here and hope that her memories will come back. what if they never do!” stefan yelled.

“shut up you two! you’re scaring her!” bonnie hit both of them, then pointing to you.

both of the salvatore’s face softened as they saw your eyes wide with fear.

“look, she doesn’t know you two yet. she doesn’t trust you two. she literally thought we were going to capture her for being a vampire. we need to just take it easy and gain her trust, which won’t be hard, i hope. but i think that stefan’s idea is great. and stefan, you should be the one to do it. you deserve to build the strongest bond with her and to spend the most time with her,” bonnie explained.

stefan smiled at her gratefully. “thank you, bonnie.”

“of course, stefan,” she smiled back at him.

“what about me! i was her friend before you were even born!” damon poked stefan.

“she was literally a baby, damon. she didn’t even know who you were,” stefan scoffed.

“oh, she did. and she loved playing peek-a-boo with me,” damon huffed.

“well, i’ve been her actual best friend just a few months after she was born. you’ve been like the brother she’s never had,” stefan stated.

“same difference.” damon rolled his eyes.

“b-bonnie?” you stammered.

“yeah, what do you need?” bonnie came over to you immediately.

“um, i need to use the bathroom.” you whispered.

“oh, yeah, of course. gentlemen, please exit the room.” bonnie said to the two men.

“alright. hey, y/n, you hungry? we can get you something to eat,” damon asked.

“yes. i’m famished, honestly. um, can i have some meatloaf, please? with some wine?” you requested.

“um, y/n, i’m afraid to inform you that -” damon started, but stefan cut him off.

“we’ll see what we can find,” stefan said.

“thank you… stefan, was it?” you guessed.

“yeah. it’s stefan,” he smiled. “okay, c’mon, lover boy. the lady needs to use the restroom,” damon grabbed stefan, dragging him out of your room and shutting the door.

bonnie then helped you out of the bed and into the restroom, waiting behind the door until you called for help.

“thank you so much. your kindness is very much appreciated.” you smiled at her as she helped you back to bed.

“it’s not a problem.” bonnie sighed with a smile.

“will you be able to get my memories back?” you asked.

“um… no. not right now, i’m sorry,” bonnie frowned.

“oh, well, it’s alright. maybe it’s for the better. i can’t imagine all the horrible things i must have done to you and your friends,” you laughed sourly.

“what do you mean?” bonnie asked.

“well, i… i overheard you a little when i was waking up. damon said that you didn’t like me much. i don’t blame you, i mean, i can be crass and judgmental, but i’ve changed over the years. i-i think, at least. otherwise i suppose i would be dead from those travelers now. no one wants to help a horrible person,” you explained.

“well, you’re not horrible, at all. for someone who has been with damon for like, almost two hundred years, you’re very kind. you’re also very funny and you try to help people the best you can.”

“oh, thank you,” you smiled shyly. “um… what do you mean about being with damon?”

“oh, he’s just um… not my favorite person to be around is all. you’ll see,” bonnie chuckled.

“i think i have, a little,” you giggled. “but he seems to care a lot about me. i suppose he’s known me since i’ve been born.”

“no, he does. honestly, like stefan said earlier, damon is the older brother you never bad.”

“and stefan, he is supposed to be my best friend and lover?”

bonnie smiled, “yes.”

“can you tell me about stefan? do-do you know him well?” you asked.

“i do, actually. he’s so kind, always wanting to help people and be the best. i swear, he works himself to death trying to be the hero. he’s very level-headed and extremely smart. he’s more mellow than damon, definitely, but he has his funny, savage moments. he’s dealt with a lot of pain in his years, and you’ve been there to experience it all. in fact, he always tells us how you are his light. it’s really sweet. i wish someone talked about me like that.”

heat crept up your neck and you couldn’t help but smile. “well, i understand why i fell in love with him, then.”

bonnie chuckled, “yeah, he’s a great guy. he’s probably more rough around the edges now than he used to be, though.”

“well, that’s what happens when you’ve lived for so long,” you chuckled. “i personally think i’ve softened over the years. i remember when i was a little girl, i used to be so quick and temperamental. my mother always tried to reprimand me, but i had a mind of my own, i guess. or that’s what my father used to say. now that i think about it, i think stefan is the reason why i have changed. he’s seemed to rub off on me.”

“wait, are you starting to get your memory back?” bonnie asked, getting excited.

“no, i’m afraid not. well, not of current things. i just am remembering things about myself. i still don’t remember damon or stefan,” you frowned

“oh, well, it’s okay. you only woke up an hour ago. we’ll give it time.” bonnie patted your arm.

“thank you. you must forgive me, i’ve always had a horrible memory. and now with mine taken away, i probably will be a burden.”

“no, no,” bonnie shook her head. “please, you’re our friend. i’m sorry if damon made it seem like i don’t like you, but i do. we just don’t spend time with each other that much, but we definitely will now.”

“i hope you don’t mind it, then.”

“i definitely don’t, don’t worry.”

you two sat in a comfortable silence, stefan and damon coming back only a few minutes later.

“so, you can’t have any wine, so we got you the next best thing: grape juice. and we also didn’t find any meatloaf, but we did find some spaghetti and meatballs,” damon said, setting it all down on the table.

“oh, thank you two so much.” you smiled. you began to get up, your feet slipping suddenly.

stefan rushed to catch you, his hands going under your arms. your eyes met his immediately, your breath getting caught in your lungs. you fell into a sort of a daze as he lifted you back up on your feet.

“my, you’re handsome,” you muttered.

“thank you. you’re beautiful,” stefan smiled.

your jaw fell open, your eyes widening. “o-oh. did i say that out loud? i am so sorry -”

“no, it’s okay. it was really nice to hear that,” he assured you.

“alright, thank you,” you smiled. “of course. my pleasure.” he let go of you, pulling out a chair.

“so, i say we compel the doctor to let you go home now so we can get this show on the road!” damon announced.

“no, they need to monitor her-”

“she’s a freaking vampire, bonnie!” damon exclaimed in a hushed whisper. he then turned to you. “you feel fine, right?”

“yes. a lot better now that i’ve eaten,” you answered.

damon grinned, clapping his hands. “see? she’s fine. i say we get her into her room and let her sleep in her bed.”

“damon, that’s not-”

“excuse me,” you interrupted stefan, peering at him through your eyes. “if you don’t mind me interjecting, i’d quite like to go home. and damon is right, i am a vampire so besides my memories, my body has healed me completely.”

stefan looked at you for a few moments, sighing before talking again. “yeah, that makes sense. are you sure you’re okay to go home? i mean, you almost slipped -”

“i am okay, stefan,” you smiled. “these floors are quite slippery with these socks on.” you moved your feet to show them.

“right,” he nodded. “okay, well, damon? i assume i can trust you to compel the doctors?”

“on it!” damon grinned, rushing out the door.

“is he always this eager to help?” you asked. “only when it comes to you,” stefan chuckled.

“well, i suppose that’s okay, for now,” you hummed.

“yes. you are our first priority,” stefan smiled.

“oh, please don’t let me ruin your daily routine. like you said, damon likes helping me. he seems to not have anything important to do, anyways, no offense.” you lowered your head sheepishly. “but he can help me while you two go to school and such. do you go to high school still?”

“no, we don’t. well, stefan doesn’t, anyways,” bonnie chuckled. “i’m going to college in the fall.”

“oh, that’s wonderful! i see the women have made lots of improvements. what are you going to study?” you asked.

“research and analysis. it’s not really a study, but that’s what i’m majoring in.”

“wow, you must be so smart, then. good for you. i wish i went to college,” you frowned slightly. “

“you did,” stefan spoke up. “oh? what did i study?” you perked up.

“literature. you went around the world teaching english and literature. part of it was to fit in as a human, but another part was because you always had a passion for it.”

“sounds like me,” you smiled. “i loved reading so much. i remember my mother had to hide my books for when we ate dinner.”

“woah, you’re remembering things now?” damon walked into the toom

“not really. i’m only remembering things about myself and my family.”

“damn,” damon muttered. “it’s alright,” stefan said. “anyways, we good to go?”

“indeed we are. let’s roll,” damon said.

stefan helped you out of your seat. you took out your IV, damon rushing you to his car.

“wow. this is beautiful,” you admired his chevy.

“i know! she’s my pride and joy.” damon sighed happily as he opened the door for you.

“thank you,” you smiled at him. he returned the smile, getting into the passenger seat.

“i’ll drive her home, i-”

“actually, can stefan drive me? i’d like to get to know him more. he is my husband, after all,” you said.

stefan’s chest swelled with happiness, his lips upturning into a bright smile.

“i suppose. don’t total my car,” damon warned stefan.

“no promises,” stefan smirked, getting in the driver’s seat. “you know i’m kidding, right? i won’t crash the car.”

“i know, don’t worry,” you smiled. “great,” stefan breathed out as he started the car.

“this is amazing technology. so much faster than the horses.”

“yep. it’s amazing how far we’ve come.”

you nodded, turning your head to look at him. you looked down at his left hand, smiling a little as you saw a silver wedding band.

“how long have we been married for?” you asked.

“50 years. 51 this summer,” he answered. “how long did we date for?” you asked.

“well, we actually didn’t date until we turned vampires. as you probably know, your emotions are heightened once you turn. and our crushes on each other were just too much to ignore, we started dating. we helped each other out a lot, you helped more than me. i mean, i-i was a wreck. with katherine turning us into vampires and all, me killing my dad, damon abandoning me. you were the only person who stuck by me. you know, you were, and still are, my light,” he explained.

you grinned, “bonnie told me that that’s what you call me.”

“ah, she’s told you about me, then. what did she say?” he asked.

“well, she said that you’re very kind and are always wanting to help people. she also said that you are smart and serious, but that you have your breaking moments. she also said that you have experienced a lot of pain. i am sorry to hear that,” you frowned.

“bonnie is very kind. too kind, actually.”

“oh, don’t say that. i happen to think it’s all true. just from what i’ve seen today.”

“thank you. i’m glad i’ve made a good impression.”

“well, you are my husband, so i would think that what bonnie said is true.”

“makes sense,” he nodded. “so, where do i live? with you, i presume?” you questioned.

“yes, and with damon. we live in the salvatore boarding house. it was built for uh, well, boarding in mystic falls.”

“do we have separate rooms?” you asked.

“u-um, no. but, if you’re not comfortable with that, there are plenty of spare rooms-"

"no," you said quickly.

stefan glanced at you, eyes wide in surprise. you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

"u-um, what i mean is that it is okay. i'll get to know your quicker if we share a room. just um, let me have my privacy?" you requested.

"of course, of course," he nodded. "lovely," you exhaled deeply.

you looked out of your window, observing all the people walking around town square.

"so much has changed," you said, a little nostalgic.

"i know, it's crazy," stefan laughed. "but, i'll take you to all the old places we used to go, and the new ones you have gown accustomed to."

"sounds like a deal. you know, i'm excited. is that um… strange that i am so lively after having just woken up from my memories being taken away?" you chuckled a little.

"no, no, not at all. you were always really happy and upbeat, even on the darkest days. that's one of the reasons why i fell in love with you. you may not believe this, but, i'm kind of a debby-downer. you keep it light and fun, much like damon, actually. seems as though all that time you spent with him, as young as you were, you developed someone his behaviour."

"is that a bad thing? bonnie insinuated that damon isn't a good guy," you frowned.

"no, no. you're different. you pick and choose when to be a little um… eccentric. damon just says whatever comes out of his mouth, no matter what the situation is."

"i suppose that's another reason why you love me?" you grinned. "yes, you suppose right," he nodded.

"is this the boarding house?" you pointed to the mansion stefan was pulling in to.

"yes, it is. and, you can call it your home. that's what it is," stefan said.

"alright. it's beautiful." you admired the front.

"it's even better inside. especially our bedroom. you really know how to decorate." he got out of the car, opening the door for you.

"you're very chivalrous. i like it," you giggled. "well, anything for my girl," he flashed a warm smile.

your stomach flipped suddenly, a similar feeling to your heart hammering in your chest awakened. if your heart was still alive, then you it would be palpitating and ramming into your ribcage. you smiled back at him, getting out of the car.

you two walked together to the front, stefan opening the door without unlocking it.

"do we always keep the door unlocked?" you asked. "yeah. you know, the only people we are really worried about are vampires and well, you can't get in unless you invite them in," he answered.

"oh, right. well, that's nice. we don't have to worry so much about security," you said as you stepped inside.

he nodded in agreement, closing the door behind him once you two went inside.

"wow. you're right, it is better inside," you gasped. "mmhm. so, let me show you around. this is the grand study. it was mostly used by our nephew zach, but damon killed him as soon as he got here," stefan sighed.

"o-oh. and damon is supposed to be my best friend?"

"he's better than that, don't worry. you'll see, you'll remember," stefan patted your back.

"alright," you nodded. "anyways, right here is the library's and just out here is the grand hall. here is the dining room and the living room. back there is the kitchen, and next to it is the hearth room." stefan walked you around the house.

"it's amazing. wow, and to think this is my home," you laughed. "yep, all yours," stefan smiled as he heard your laugh.

he admired you as you walked through the living room, feeling around the bookshelves and the furniture. he missed this, seeing you back at home. before you woke up in the hospital, you had been kidnapped and tortured for two weeks before the travelers dumped you in the backyard of your house. after that, stefan rushed you to the hospital and about a day later you were awake. and now here you were, making yourself at home again. you looked so pretty in the setting sunlight. stefan almost wanted to cry at the relief of finally having you home.

"show me the upstairs?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"yeah, yeah, of course," he nodded. he reached his hand out to you, you taking it graciously.

you both smiled at each other, stefan leading you up the stairs.

"so, up here is damon's room. that's where elena, his girlfriend, and him usually are. they have so much sex, you won't be able to get much rest here," stefan snorted.

"i'll make sure to wear my earplugs," you giggled.

stefan smiled at you, walking you to the next rooms. "these are the baths. and right here is our room. every other room up here is a guest room, but uh, this is the main event, i suppose." he opened the bedroom door, letting you peer inside of it.

he was right, you were a great decorator.

the room had green walls, bookshelves on the walls, and a few plants here and there. there was a big bed in the middle with gray sheets, pictures of the two of you hanging above the bed frame. there was a desk and chair in the middle of the room, books and papers strewn all over the desk top. there were picture of you two all over the walls, making you smile whilst also crying.

"what's wrong?" stefan rushed to you.

"oh, it's nothing. i just…" you sighed, turning to him. "these pictures are so lovely. i-i wish i could remember these events."

stefan took your hand in his, giving you a small smile. "don't worry about it. it's not your fault that you can remember.”

"right," you nodded, still disappointed in yourself.

"why don't we go and walk around town? maybe that'll help get your memories back," stefan suggested.

"that sounds fun, but i don't think walking around will reverse dark magic," you joked.

stefan chuckled, nodding in agreement. "you're right, but, you're starting to remember your own childhood. we don't know what the travelers took from you, so maybe they didn't take the memories of you and i. you might just have amnesia."

"i'd love to do anything to try and remember," you said. "me, too. before we go, do you want to change clothes? you've had these clothes on for two weeks," stefan gestured to your ripped shirt and dirty jeans.

"oh, yes. i didn't even realise i was wearing these." you looked down at your legs, eyes widening at the fact you were wearing pants. "when did they invent these?"

"1873, but women still couldn't wear them until the 19th century. and even then, women didn't wear them as regular clothing until the mid-20th century," he explained.

“well, i’m glad that i’ve stayed alive this long to be able to wear these. what are they called again?” you asked.

“jeans,” stefan answered. he walked over to your closet, opening it and presenting all your clothes. “and you have lots of jeans. so, go ahead and get changed into whatever. if you want to shower then go ahead, the bathroom is to the right.”

you nodded, “thank you. i’ll be done in a few minutes.”

“no problem. take your time,” he smiled.

you returned the expression, watching him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

you went to your closet, running your hands over your clothes. you had lots of grey, purple, and blue shirts. you saw lots of ripped jeans, some were their regular blue and others were white or black. you chose a light purple, short- sleeved shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans. you found a pair of black panties and a black bra to match.

you went into the bathroom, turning the shower on and undressing. you put your dirty clothes in a near pile on the floor as you didn’t know where the hamper was. you set your clean clothes onto the bathroom sink, jumping into the shower.

the hot water felt so good, it was hard to get out, but you didn’t want to keep stefan waiting too long. you dried off quickly, looking at yourself in the mirror after you got dressed. you didn’t realize, but you were very dirty and tired-looking before showering. you looked better now. more awake, clean, and pretty.

you didn’t bother putting on makeup, not even knowing where you kept it. you went downstairs, finding stefan in the living room reading a book.

“i am ready,” you announced.

stefan looked up, jaw dropping as he looked over you.

“you look gorgeous,” he spoke.

you smiled shyly, lowering your head in bashfulness. “thank you. it’s not much, just a comfortable outfit.”

“doesn’t matter. you look amazing,” he shrugged.

“thank you, again.”

“of course,” he smiled. “let’s go ahead and go, yeah?”

you nodded, slipping on your shoes as you followed him out to the garage. you got into stefan’s car, driving back to town square.

“a lot of places have been built or torn down. i’m going to take you to the places we used to go to in this century, then go to the places from long ago that have been torn down,” he explained.

“sounds good,” you nodded.

he parked next to the strip mall, getting out and opening the door for you.

“are men still as chivalrous as you?” you jumped out of the car.

“no, not at all, but i like to be known as a gentleman. it sets a good first impression,” he answered.

“that’s sad,” you frowned. “it is. honestly, most guys nowadays are jerks and are selfish. no one teaches kindness anymore,” he sighed.

“well, i’m thankful i chose a man who still cares about those things. it really reflects on what kind of man you are.”

“i agree,” stefan nodded.

you two walked onto the side walk, stefan lacing your fingers together and guiding you into a store.

“this is your favorite store in the whole

town square. you always rave about the good deals and i’ve bought you lots of jewelry here,” he explained.

you hummed in reply, looking over the store. “it’s quaint. i see how it would appeal to me.”

“yeah, this store is the most popular one here, i’m pretty sure.”

“the owner must be rich, then.”

“probably is,” stefan nodded.

he then led you out of the store, explaining all the other stores and restaurants in the town square before stopping and showing you a specific place you liked.

“this is the grill, the most popular restaurant here. you and caroline, who you have yet to meet, love to sing karaoke here. you and bonnie and elena, who again, you have yet to meet, play pool here and get tipsy on the weekend.”

“what is karaoke and pool?” you questioned.

“karaoke is when you pick a song you like, and you sing it with a friend, or sometimes yourself. a lot of bars have karaoke, and some restaurants do, like this one. it’s just a fun activity for drunk people, honestly. and pool

is this game over there. you see those people

shooting the balls with the sticks?” he pointed across the room.

you studied them, seeing as they would curse in disappeared, or jump and clap in happiness.

“yes, it looks fun.”

“it is, and you’re quite good at it. maybe tomorrow you can meet everyone else and i’ll teach you how to play,” he suggested.

“i would like that very much,” you smiled.

“me, too,” he smiled back. “are you hungry? we can take a break from walking and get something to eat.”

“my stomach does ache a little. what kind of food do they have here?”

“burgers, fries, salad. classic american stuff, basically. i can order what you usually do.”

“sure, but i’m afraid to tell you that i have no money,” you sighed.

“it’s not a problem. this is my treat. plus, we have a joint bank account so, it doesn’t really matter who pays.””

“wow, that’s nice.”

“it definitely is.”

stefan then led you to a small booth, ordering immediately once the waiter came.

“tell me more about yourself,” you prompted.

stefan stared at you, not expecting you to want to know about him. it wasn’t completely surprising, but you just seemed a lot more interested in the town than him. he was happy that you asked, though. it reassured him that you two had a chance, even if you two had to rebuilt your relationship.

“okay, well, my birthday is november 1st, 1846. my favorite color is blue, my favorite type of alcohol is bourbon, but i do like a glass of whiskey every once in a while. one of my best friends was lexi branson. she was also your friend, too, but damon killed her for absolutely no reason.”

“oh, my - i am so sorry, stefan,” you gasped. “oh, it’s alright. damon has uh, since proved himself to be better… unfortunately,” stefan sighed.

you put your hand on his, looking him in the eyes.

“it’s not alright, stefan. i know you say damon is a lot better than people say, and that he has proven himself better, but that doesn’t justify what he did. i’m so sorry you lost lexi. i understand what it is it like to lose someone so close to you. i’m sure you remember, but i lost christopher only a few years after we became vampires. i don’t remember all of it, but i do remember terrorizing a whole village because of the anger and depression i felt. i’m sure lexi was an amazing young woman. one day, i would love it if you told me more about her.”

stefan smiled at you gratefully, eyes prickling with tears. “thank you, y/n. it means a lot to me. and yes, i’d love to tell you about her.”

“fantastic.” you squeezed his hand for support, the gesture warming his chest. “anyways, go on,” you said, keeping your hand on his.

“alright. well, i love i love lucy, which is a ‘50s sitcom that, funnily enough, you hated,” he chuckled.

“what is a sitcom and why did i hate it?” your brows knitted together in confusion.

“well, a sitcom is a comedy tv show. and a tv show is content that is broadcasted onto something that is called a television, which was the big black screen in the living room of our house. sitcom is a type of tv show. there are sitcoms, dramas, romance, horror, and lots of others. a lot of these genres bleed together, much like books. and as for why you hated the show, you just thought it was annoying because i would watch it all the time.”

“well, i do have a short temperament, so that explains it, i suppose. that tv show thing is a little confusing. can you show me how it works when we get home?”

“yes, of course. i can show you your favorite tv shows and movies,” he nodded eagerly.

“lovely,” you smiled at his enthusiasm. “so, what else do you like?”

“well, i am a fan of scorcese, who is a famous tv director. he directed taxi driver, which is a film i am a fan of. i love to cook, and i’m quite good at it, if i do say so myself. um, let’s see… what else is there…” he trailed off, looking at the table as he thought. “i am a bit or a hoarder, as you probably could see in our room. i enjoy any and all types of music, i have a rose tattoo on my right shoulder, and i am a scorpio, if that means anything to do.”

he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears turning pink as he realized you were staring and smiling at him the whole time.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked.

“it’s just nice hearing all these things about you. i can piece together who you are, who the man i am married to is. it’s obvious you don’t open up to people a lot, and i appreciate you doing that with me,” you explained.

“oh, well, it’s no problem. you’ll remember all these things, anyways. but this is just surface level stuff, nothing special.”

“i think it is special and important. now that i know you a little better, i’m able to talk to you more and be more comfortable.”

“mm, that’s true,” he nodded.

you gave him a small smile, your food then arriving.

“wow, this is a lot,” you chuckled, looking at the cheeseburger and fries.

“it’s really good, too,” stefan said.

“how do i eat this?” you asked. “pick it up in your hands and take a bite, like this.” stefan took a bite of his burger and fries.

you followed in suit, groaning in pleasure.

“my, they never had this food at home. this is delicious.”

“i know, right? so glad america stopped the wine and beef soup at dinner.”

you giggled, nodding in agreement. you two ate in silence, stefan paying before you two left.

“do you want to continue going around town, or are you tired?” stefan asked.

“i want to continue,” you stated.

“alright. time to go to all the torn down places now,” he sighed, walking you back to his car.

you two drove a little ways away from town square, finding yourselves at the cemetery.

“are anna, christoper, and my mother buried here?” you asked.

“yes, they are. do you want to see their graves?” stefan asked.

you sat in the car for a few moments, holding your seatbelt in thought. you shook your head as an answer.

“no, i would hate to put a damper on this lovely evening.”

“oh, well, it’s okay. you always manage to make things bright and happy, even when we’re visiting the cemetery, but if you really don’t want to, then i’ll take you to the salvatore estate, and where your house was located.”

“mm, i am sure. we can visit some other time,” you smiled.

he returned the expression. “alright.” he got out, going to open the door for you, but you had already jumped out.

“sorry, i um, wanted to see how the door works,” you admitted sheepishly.

stefan grinned, finding your curiosity adorable. “no worries. ready to go?”

“indeed i am,” you nodded.

you took the initiative and laced your fingers with his. stefan glanced at you, his chest swelling with joy. it was almost like old times.

“so, where is the salvatore estate?” you asked.

“it’s just a mile into the woods. there’s only a singular pillar there because it got torn down, but the pillar marks the spot where the house stood.”

“why did it get torn down? it was such a beautiful home. surely someone from these days would want to live in it,” you frowned.

“you’d think that, but i guess folks these days want something more modern. but, wait, do you remember my house?” hope filled his eyes, carrying all the way through his voice.

“i think i do. it seems… familiar in my mind. i remember the front of the house, the beautiful entrance and the pretty rose bushes, the steps that led up to the door. i remember a room… it was of medium size. there was a big bed in the middle, a deep-sea blue carpet under it. there was a bug mirror across from the bed, a painting or two hung up on the walls. there was a small desk in the corner next to the closet. the room is very empty, but it brings back feelings of warmth and calmness.”

“yeah, that was my room. you spent most of your summer’s in there with me.”

“oh,” your eyes lit up. “you said that we didn’t officially get together until after we were vampires, but i remember being in the bed in lots of white, button-up shirts. did we-?” you looked to him, eyes wide and hoping he would say yes.

his cheeks were tainted pink as he nodded. “yes, we had lots of fun nights, but not all of them consisted of sex.”

“i see,” you nodded, a little smile on your face. “what else did we do besides sleep together, then?”

“well, most times we just laid there in each other’s arms. sometimes i would read to you and you would fall asleep in my arms. other times we danced, sang, talked about the future together. and let me tell you, we definitely did not imagine an eternity together, but i’m really glad it turned out that way. despite all the pain we suffered.”

your chest warmed as you imagine you two in the 1800s, doing more and being more than just friends with intimate relations.

“does damon know of this?” you questioned.

“he does, but no one else doesn’t. to make things easier, we just told everyone that we started dating after we became vampires, and that we got married in 1963, which we did.”

“and how was the wedding?” you asked.

“the best night of my life,” he grinned. “we have lots of pictures of that night in the living room and our room, which i will show you when we get back.”

“i can’t wait,” you smiled giddily.

you squeezed stefan’s hand, the gesture making both of your body’s shiver.

“here it is,” he said, taking you closer to the singular pillar.

you let go of his hand slowly, walking around the property. you closed your eyes, feeling the cool breeze fan your face. you stood in the middle, right where the living room be. lots of memories then flooded back to you, making you snap your eyes open.

“your father didn’t like us together,” you stated.

stefan furrowed his brows. “yes, how-how do you know that?”

you didn’t answer him, continuing to reminisce.

“i was meant to wed damon, yet, i fell in love with you. your mother would let us play together, knowing that the fate your father decided wasn’t going to happen. she accepted us. she actually liked us better together than damon and i. she thought damon was too wild, too untamed to settle down so young. he was like her, in that way. but you, once you saw me at our first ball at age 14, you knew i was the one. i remember you telling me this one night on my sixteenth birthday. you had taken me up to your room, sneaking up extra cake for me, and we laid together on your bed. that was both of our first time that night - it was amazing. you told me before we went to bed about your growing feelings for me. that night we both said ‘i love you’ for the first time.”

stefan stared at you, mouth agape and tears welling in his eyes.

“you-you really remember that?”

“i do,” you smiled slowly at him. “i remember the marks you left on my skin, the joy i felt as you held my hand, the way i cried when you told me that you loved me. i-i’m afraid that this is all i remember, but -“

“no, no, it’s enough. it’s more than enough,” he sniffled, coming closer to you. he slipped his hand into yours, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

you smiled, putting your free hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down on his cheekbones. you looked into his eyes, studying his face as your hand went up and ran itself through his hair. you brought your hand back down to cup his cheek, your fingers dancing along his jawline.

“i also remember skipping school, playing football in the backyard, me wearing your shirt for the first time and it leading to us sleeping together again,” you giggled.

“how do you remember all of this?” he asked.

“the travelers must’ve just took all the important information about us, which we can deal with later. i want to enjoy this moment now,” you breathed out.

“thank god that they took that important stuff. it’s not that important once you think about it,” he nodded.

“i agree. i bet damon wouldn’t agree about that, though,” you joked.

“well, damon has never been madly in love until the last couple of years. but, me? i’m been in love with you forever.”

your lips spread widely and you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling yourself falling for him again.

“i love you,” you exhaled. stefan grinned, “i love you more.”

“nu-uh,” you shook your head. “mmhm,” he smirked.

you moved in closer, your nose bumping his softly. your eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips multiple times before closing the gap. your lips met his in slow motion, immediately moving with his. his lips were soft and kissed you well, like he had done this a million times before, and couldn’t wait to do it again. he held you close against him, breathing in deeply at the taste of your lips. he felt at peace once again, whole and complete. and as for you, you felt alive.

every atom in your body was humming in pleasure. the feeling of his hands in your body, fitting right in with your curves, were like finally finishing a puzzle. it gave you butterflies, the way he tasted and smelled. the way he kissed you was delicious. it was gentle, but passionate. his lips worked against yours quickly, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a small moan from your throat. your teeth bumped each other gently, causing the kiss to then become fast, needy, hot.

you pulled away before anything else could commence, your chest heaving up and down. a line of spit broke off from your lips, breaking off as the breeze ran through it.

“remember anything else now?” stefan breathed out.

“just how much i’ve missed you,” you stated.

“i’ve missed you, too, baby. wanna go and see where old home was now?”

“yes, i’d love that,” you nodded. “great. come and follow me, then we can go home and i’ll make you your favorite meal, okay?” he suggested.

“that sounds amazing.”

“i’m so glad to have you back, y/n,” he squeezed your hand.

“i’m glad to be back.”

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Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3

thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are

warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )

^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots

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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.

“Sweet…. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.

“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”

You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.

You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.

He must really really be unhappy.

You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.

This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.

Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.

And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.

Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.

But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).

“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.

“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”

“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”

“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”

You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.

Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.

“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.

He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.

Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.

It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.

“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.

“Hello?”

“Harry it’s me”

“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.

“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”

“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.

“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”

“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.

“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”

“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”

“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”

“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.

Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”

Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“

“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“

“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.

With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.

“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“

“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”

“You live across the road.”

“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.

The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.

There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.

“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”

“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.

“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.

“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”

~~~~ let me know if you have any feedback or anything (but pls not too mean this isn't proof read so blame that) <33 ~~~~~~

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SFW Alphabet - SCP 076 .

Requested by : Charle_Sharlotte in Wattpad

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not really affectionate . But still he show affection to you .

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He will be the one that will some time tease you or prank you . But not so much . He likes to see your reaction . Oh and he will never tell anybody your secrets . He's loyal friend .

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He like to cuddle . He don't care how to cuddle . No really he don't care .

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He need to adjust to your company . Oh cooking ? Don't let him . Or you won't have kitchen . No really don't let him cook ... First he need to learn how to do it . And he some time come home with blood on him (Victim's blood) . But he will wash it off .

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'll try not to break your heart . It depends on how you break up . Sooo ... He won't show that he's mad about it to you . He will kill more if he's not in right mood .

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well he need about year of dating for him . And if you pass that time . He maybe propose to you after 1,2/1,6 year .

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tries his best to be physically gentle, he know how strong he is . At first he could grip too hard . He is VERY unused to being with somebody .

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He pulls you into his arms , gives you a long hug that’s warm and almost too tight. Sometime he will rest his head on your shoulder

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He say it often . No really ... He almost everyday . And he firstly said it after a week .

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

He doesn’t get jealous, exactly . His protective instinct takes over first. If someone is fliting with you, he perceives them as a danger first, not a rival .

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

He loves any kiss you give him . He just lights up when you kiss his rough palms or place a kiss on his cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ohhhh ... He don't really hate them . He is neutral around them . He can chat with them . But he don't really know what he should say to them .

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Abel would wake up just before dawn. He’d give you a kiss on the cheek while you slept before going off to his morning chores . Training with swords and other weapons he have . Maybe killing some people . By the time you’re awake, he made coffee and washes up before joining you for breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It’s so much better when he’s got you wrapped in a blanket on his lap. It helps him to fall asleep faster .

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Well if you know almost everything about him . He will tell something you didn't know . And if you don't know he needs sometime(Almost a month )

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?

Not really easily . 50% for him to get angry . But don't worry you won't get hurt . He will leave home to go kill somebody .

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

He tried ... He really tried to remember everything . But he ends up remembering thing you like and etc. Simple things you like .

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory, even years after you both are together, is the first time he got to hold you in his arms.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Incredibly protective . That's all I need to say ... Someone bothering and flirting with you? STAB THEM WITH SWORD .

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He is so thoughtful when it comes to gifts and dates! He’s like...really into gift giving as a love language. He’d give you so many gifts you’d feel like he spends so much on you constantly. Don't ask how he got them.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He hates his own emotions. He will constantly shut them down when he gets too emotional.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like...rarely? He doesn’t really care for how he looks but he still looks so good anyways.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You’re like one of the only people he’d feel incomplete without. He loves you really much, like REALLY FUCKEN much.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

In his past he was shepherd . Someday then you will come home you see this picture :

Abel is holding a little lamb in his hands and petting it and in other hand he have mug with tea or coffee .

It doesn't anger him , like then he see his brother (SCP 073). It, on the contrary, brings nostalgia and calmness .

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He dislikes when his partners are kind of affection to others , especially to his big brother ...

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Abel can sleep anywhere . He can sleep sitting up or standing, on the hard ground or covered in a cloth under the snow . He’s become so accustomed to rough sleeping conditions that if ever given a chance to have a soft, clean bed, it would be a little disarming . The sheer softness would make it difficult to sleep . Like he was going to fall through the fluff , and he’d probably accidentally rip any sheets . Ops...

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Actions Have Consequences

Professor AU! Heisenberg x Gender Neutral! AFAB! Reader

Part three of my series

WARNING!! 18+ NSFW

Tags: Punishment, misuse of rulers, praise, on top of a desk, minor overstimulation, minor orgasm denial

Summary: Y/n ends up getting punished for some avoidable mistakes. But, it may or may not end up working out in the end.  

During class, Y/n’s mind kept going back to what Mr. Heisenberg had said about “disciplinary actions” and having to work on Y/n’s “listening skills.” If they were honest, y/n was a little nervous. Heisenberg was known for being harsh on students who didn’t follow the rules or do their work properly. Getting yelled at by him was not something you admitted to freely. But, with how their relationship was working out, y/n realized that their “punishment” may end up being a bit different.

Thinking on their relationship over the past little while had y/n thinking about a lot of stuff. Ever since that first time together, almost two weeks ago, they almost always ended up having sex after class. Not that y/n minded, of course. But was that all there was between them? What would happen when classes were done for the year? Y/n graduated this year, too, so then what? The thought of never getting to spend time with Mr. Heisenberg like that made y/n’s heart sink harder than they realized. They enjoyed Professor Heisenberg’s company and it was becoming obvious they wanted more out of the relationship. But they doubted it would go over well if they brought this up with him. Y/n doubted that Mr. Heisenberg would want to commit himself to such a relationship with a student. The pain in y/n’s gut deepened at this thought, a lump catching in their throat as they felt like wanting to cry. Y/n quickly shook their head of the thought, coming back to reality.

Apparently, the class was meant to take some notes on whatever Mr. Heisenberg had presented but, just as y/n came to, it was over, and they hadn’t written down a single thing. Chances were Mr. Heisenberg most likely noticed at some point but didn’t say anything.

“Alright, now that we’ve gotten through that,” He exclaimed, grabbed his things from the desk. “Let’s head to the shop and work on those practical assignments. Maybe get them done today, yeah?” Y/n groaned as they began packing their things, noticing that there was still a whole 50 minutes left of class.  2pm simply could not come fast enough. They soon followed Mr. Heisenberg out the door and down to the lab, almost wanting to walk beside him but deciding against so as to not draw too much attention to themselves. Mr. Heisenberg was wearing a black t-shirt today, but like always, it was just a bit too tight on him. Y/n saw, just at the base of Heisenberg’s neck were some faint red marks. Squinting a bit to get a closer look, y/n soon realized that they had left those marks a couple days ago. They blushed furiously at this thought, wondering how many of the others might have noticed those marks at any point and if anyone had asked about them.

 “Hey, y/n!” One of the other students, Leon, called out. He was one of the better students in the class and was nice enough. His voice startled y/n out of their staring at Mr. Heisenberg. He and Y/n had been working together on the current assignment. “Do anything fun last night?” Y/n had to suppress a small noise at this question, a small blush forming on their face. ‘yeah, totally! I got railed by Professor Heisenberg in the shop after class!’ they thought to themselves.

 “Uh, no,” They laughed awkwardly, rubbing their neck. Leon’s face sank a bit at this. “Not really. I just went home and did some studying.” Leon just nodded. “I don’t go out much. And of course, by the time I get home and finish any work, I’m just too tired to really do anything.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Leon agreed. He then glanced at Professor Heisenberg for a bit before smirking. “Ya know, whoever left those scratch marks on his neck there,” He whispered to y/n making them blush deeply. “They’re one lucky fuckin bitch.”

 “Well, I’ll be sure to let them know, Leon.” Heisenberg smirked, making Leon let out a squeak of embarrassment. Y/n did their best to stifle their laughter as Heisenberg unlocked the doors to the shop, letting everyone else enter.

 “Well,” Leon exclaimed. “I can never look our Prof in the eye ever again!” y/n chuckled at this before blushing a bit more. ‘If only you knew,’ they thought. ‘If only you fucking knew.’

  “Yo, Sir!!” Another student exclaimed. “Whose car is that?!!” Y/n furrowed their brow before noticing the Cadillac at the back of the shop. ‘funny, wonder who’s that is. It kinda looks like- OH NO!’ y/n’s brows shot up and their eyes widened. That was Professor Heisenberg Series 62, uncovered meaning y/n had forgot to cover it the night before like they were supposed to. ‘shitshitshit’ They looked over to Mr. Heisenberg, who had also gone wide eyed at the sight. ‘Now I’m really in for it after class.’ Heisenberg shot them a hard glare, signaling his disappointment at the scene. However, he quickly masked it before turning to the student who had noticed it.

“Ah, that beauty?” Heisenberg sighed. “She’s all mine! Brought her to get her working again. Didn’t have the equipment needed back home.” Professor Heisenberg explained. “Bitch needed a whole new engine, practically.” Y/n could feel the jealousy building with each word. Heisenberg looked at them and must’ve noticed as his expression softened a little. Y/n then watched a number of students rush over. ‘They’re gonna ruin the paint!’ Now y/n was angry. Not just with their classmates but with themselves for not putting the cover back on. 

 “Uh sir,” A female student piped up. “There’s a dent in the hood…” y/n’s eyes went wide. They knew exactly what that dent was from. Seeing Heisenberg’s face showed that he also realized what it was from. 

 “I must’ve been so busy repairing the engine, I must not have fucking noticed!” He laughed nervously. Y/n watched as Heisenberg blushed at this, their own blush forming as they tried not to laugh.

  “Well, do you need any help with it, sir?” Leon asked.

“NO!” Heisenberg blurted out, rather fast and loud. Y/n let out a chuckle at this. “No, I’m close to being done. But you all could do better on your tests, I wouldn’t spend as much time having to mark them!” The class let out a collective groan, except for y/n. The pang of jealousy still sat heavy in their gut. And meeting Heisenberg’s gaze showed that they weren’t doing too well at hiding it. His stare was intense and dominating. Y/n lessened their pout a bit, but they were still upset with themselves over not covering the car and having everyone see it.

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 “Alright see you Monday, everyone!” Mr. Heisenberg called out as everyone got up to leave. Y/n hung back, taking their time to clean up. 

 “Hey, y/n!” Leon called out, as he threw his bag over his shoulder. “I was meant to ask you if you wanted to hang out. A few of us are getting together at my place for the afternoon.”  Y/n stammered a little, watching Professor Heisenberg pack up his own things. He glanced up, waiting for y/n’s answer. “I can give you a ride if you need. I know you walk to school and all so… It wouldn’t be any trouble.” As much as y/n knew they should socialize with their classmates, today was the absolute worst day to have been asked. They would’ve said yes but, they also didn’t want to be in anymore trouble with Mr. Heisenberg, no matter how enjoyable the punishment really would be.

        “Uh, actually,” y/n started. “I’ve got another class today, so I’ll pass.” They looked back to Heisenberg to see him give another glance before continuing packing his things. Leon must’ve noticed this because he cocked a brow at y/n.

      “I thought this was your last class,” He pondered.

        “One of my other classes had to be moved to the afternoons recently.” Y/n lied. Leon’s expression neutralized at this, meaning he accepted it.

“Oh, okay. Maybe next time.” The other student shrugged. He then headed out of the class. Y/n let out a shaky breath before they turned back to their things and finished packing, hearing Mr. Heisenberg approach. They stiffened a bit but continued what they were doing.

 “I’m disappointed, y/n,” he stated, coming to lean against y/n’s station. “First, you don’t listen before class. Then, I found out you didn’t cover the convertible?” Y/n hung their head in shame. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” They replied, keeping their head bowed but peeking up at their professor. “I completely forgot to cover the car last night.” They heard Heisenberg scoff.

“You know I was going to wait until we got back to the classroom but after this, well, shit.” Heisenberg grabbed a hold of y/n’s chin, forcing them to look at him, smirking. “It looks like we’ll just have to settle things right. Fucking. Here.” Y/n gulped, slightly nervous about what was coming. “Get in my office. Now.” Heisenberg let go y/n’s face roughly and pointed to the office. “Go on.” With that, Y/n quickly headed to the small room, Professor Heisenberg close behind. “You’re normally such a good student, too. I’m shocked that you’d let yourself slip like this.”

  “It won’t happen again, Mr. Heisenberg,” Y/n whined.

 “Apologies aren’t gonna get you out of trouble that fucking easily, y/n.” Heisenberg growled as they entered the office. He made a show of slamming the office door shut and locking it. He also closed the blinds to the door but not the other windows. “So, we need to work on those listening skills of yours.”

“How?” Y/n asked sheepishly. Heisenberg just grinned as he took a seat in his office chair and began piling the rest of his papers together on the desk.

“Well, first, you’re gonna strip.” He ordered. Y/n made quick work of their clothes, watching Professor Heisenberg clear everything off the desk. They hadn’t noticed before, but the desk was metal, which meant the cold air from the AC in the shop had chilled it, even with everything on top of it. When Heisenberg finished, he turned to y/n and simply stared for a moment, taking in their naked body. Y/n shifted slightly, keeping eye contact with their professor. “Eager to please, as always.” Mr. Heisenberg chuckled. “Bend over the desk. Now. And pass me that ruler while you’re at it.” Y/n looked to the wooden ruler hanging next to the desk. Their eyes went wide when they realized what Heisenberg was planning on doing. Y/n simply passed the ruler to the professor and slowly leaned themselves over the desk. They winced a bit at the cold metal against their skin. However, the shiver that down their spine was not from the cold. Heisenberg chuckled at this, bringing a hand to their ass and began massaging it a bit. “You know what, hands behind your back. C’mon.” Y/n complied with haste. As they did this, Heisenberg’s hand left their ass. But before y/n could make any sound to protest, they heard the sound of Heisenberg undoing his belt. Turning to see just what he was doing, Y/n watched as Mr. Heisenberg stood up, took the ruler in his teeth, and used his belt to tie y/n’s wrists together. The leather of the belt bit into their skin just a bit, making y/n hiss a bit. They then looked up at Heisenberg to see him take hold of the ruler again, smirking. “You look so fucking nice like this, y/n! Now, I want to hear you count, got it?” Y/n nodded, gulping.

“Understood, sir!” Y/n blurted out. SMACK! “AHH! ONE!!” Y/n cried out, both in pleasure and pain. The force was brutal and sent them forward a bit, which made their nipples rub against the cold metal of the desk. This intensified the pool of arousal in their gut. SMACK! “TWO!!” Y/n sobbed.

 “Ya know, maybe I should’ve let some of the other students help with the car,” Heisenberg mused, letting the ruler rest against the sore cheek. “Would’ve saved you some trouble.” He lifted the ruler up, waiting a bit.

 “But sir-“ SMACK! SMACK! “AAAHH! THREEEEEFFFFOUR!” Y/n felt tears stinging their eyes. The arousal building up from this was growing fast. SMACK! “FIVE! Fuuuccckkk!” They heard Heisenberg laugh behind them. He then grabbed their tied hands and bent over them.

 “Or would that have just pissed you off, kitten?” He growled in their ear. They whimpered as Professor Heisenberg pressed against their back, his hard cock rubbing up along their back. y/n let out a whine at the feeling. “All those students messing with your hard work, putting their fucking fingers all over the paint? I saw your face when everyone rushed over to it.” Heisenberg lifted himself back off of y/n, who groaned at the loss of contact. Suddenly, Heisenberg was rubbing the cheek slowly, as if trying to soothe the pain. “Ready to continue?” He asked, his voice somewhat gentle.

         “Yes Mr-“ SMACK! “HEISENBERG!! FUCK, SIX!!” Now he was focusing on the left cheek. The tears that had welled in y/n’s eyes fell, finally as they lurched forward from the force of the hit. SMACK! “JESUS!! SE-“ SMACK! “-VENNNNEIGHT!!!” Y/n was full on crying, the pained pleasure causing the arousal in their gut to become a bit too much. Y/n felt themselves clench around nothing, their slick just soaking their folds and the insides of their thighs. SMACK! “NINE! FFFUUUCCKK MEEEEE!!!” Y/n sobbed, feeling themselves right on the edge of their orgasm.

 “Oh?” Heisenberg purred, resting the ruler against their ass. “Is something wrong, Y/n?” Heisenberg knew exactly what was wrong. But watching y/n squirm and try to choke out an answer was too fun.

“Please sir, I’m so-“ SMACK!!! “CLLLOOSEEEFUCK!” Heisenberg slammed the ruler hard against both cheeks, with more force than the last ones. They screamed at this, so close to finishing and yet not close enough. It was almost torture. “TENNNNNNNN” Y/n sobbed, tears streaming down their face. They then heard the ruler be tossed to the side somewhere. Y/n then moved to push themselves off the desk as best they could when Mr. Heisenberg pushed their head back down. He then shoved his hand in between their legs, landing on y/n’s clit. “SIRRRRR” The screamed as he began to harshly rub the oversensitive bud. However, this only lasted a little bit, before Heisenberg pulled away. Y/n sobbed, merely wanting to come now.

 “Shit, you really did enjoy that, huh?”  Y/n could only whine in response “You did good, kitten.” He mused, untying their hands. “But we’re not done yet.” Y/n let out another whimper. “Sit up and face me.”  Y/n then braced themselves and pushed up off the desk, their legs barely able to keep them upright. They then shifted themselves around to face Professor Heisenberg. As they went to sit, the cold metal against their raw cheeks stung fiercely. They shrieked at the feeling, which then turned in to a pained whimper. “Aww, is it cold against your bruised ass? Well, you’ll just have to endure it for a bit longer.” With that, Y/n watched as Professor Heisenberg began stripping, his pace slow. It was like he was putting on a show for y/n, who could only squirm against the cold desk. “Damn, what a fucking sight you are.” He growled as he slowly removed his shirt. “I’m still reeling from Leon’s comment earlier too.” He joked. Y/n blushed as they remembering what their classmate had noticed. “Part of me, a very evil part me, wanted to implicate that it wasn’t just anyone who left those marks.” Y/n whined, squirming more. “Bet that would’ve been quite the punishment on its own.” Heisenberg slipped off his boxers, stepping out of them and approaching y/n. “Oh, you know I would never do that to you, Kitten.” He purred, moving close to y/n, leaning over them to kiss them. His hand then made its way down to y/n’s pubic mound, his fingers slipping between their folds. Y/n moaned loudly at this, bracing themselves against Mr. Heisenberg as he began to run his fingers up and down their cunt, just missing their clit. They were extremely sensitive down there, as they had yet to come still. Heisenberg made quick work of their folds and clit, rubbing fiercely. “Come for me y/n.” With that, Y/n screamed out in pure pleasure, coming hard and drenching Heisenberg’s hand in their juices. Once they had started to come down, Heisenberg gently grabbed their waist and brought them both over to the chair taking a seat, placing y/n in his lap facing him. Once they did, he gently grabbed their ass and began massaging them. “How do you feel, y/n?” He purred as y/n wrapped their arms around his neck and rested their head against his chest.

 “A bit sore,” Y/n whined slightly. "But, you seem to be in need of some relief.” Y/n purred as they attempted to push back against Heisenberg’s dick. The man groaned at this feeling, squeezing y/n’s ass a bit to keep them still. Heisenberg could see the exhaustion starting to take a hold of y/n but the feeling of their drenched cunt against his dick was hard to resist. 

 “I don’t want you to overexert yourself, Buttercup.” Heisenberg’s voice was soft as he went into kiss y/n’s neck. This made y/n hum in pleasure. “I was pretty fucking hard on you.”

 “I want to, sir.” Y/n repositioned themselves over top of him, taking a hold of his dick. They slowly lowered themselves, the slow push hitting every nerve in their cunt. Both y/n and Heisenberg. let out a long and loud moan as they sat themselves down, taking in his full length.

 “God, you feel so good, y/n” Heisenberg hissed, grabbing their waist, and gently lifting them up before pulling them back down, thrusting up a bit. Y/n gasped at the feeling, quickly wrapping their arms around Heisenberg’s neck again. Y/n then matched Heisenberg’s movements, lifting themselves up and coming back down. They felt themselves clench around his member, drawing a moan from his lips. “Fuck!” Suddenly, He grabbed Y/n’s legs and stood up. Y/n shrieked, tightening their hold on Mr. Heisenberg. He placed them back down on the desk, which was still cold, making y/n arch their back from the feeling. “Cold still?” Heisenberg joked, kissing their neck again.

 “Yesss,” Y/n hissed, trying to grind down on Heisenberg’s dick since he wasn’t moving. “Please, sir.” They whined. Heisenberg lifted his head from y/n neck and looked them in the eye before standing up and pulling y/n’s arm off. “Please fuck me.” They begged. Heisenberg smiled as he grabbed onto y/n thighs before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in hard. Y/n let out a small scream that quickly turned into a moan as Heisenberg continued slamming into them.

“Always so perfect like this,” Heisenberg grunted, squeezing y/n’s thighs tight enough where there was a slight sting. Y/n whined at the sensation, tossing their head to the side. “Oh no, look at me.” Mr. Heisenberg growled, grabbing a hold of y/n’s chin, and yanking it so they were facing him. This caused y/n to gasp, grabbing onto his wrist. “I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours while I fuck you senseless.” Y/n moaned again, quickly locking their legs around Heisenberg and bringing him closer. As they did this, he took a hold of their waist with his other hand and lifted them up, shifting the angle. This caused his thrusts to hit deeper into y/n, making the pleasure increase. “You love this, don’t you? When I fuck you like this?” He growled, leaning forward a bit and pulling y/n’s face closer.

 “Yes, sir!” Y/n moaned. Heisenberg gave a couple hard thrusts at this answer, drawing the moan out. “I love it when you fuck me, Sir!”

“That’s a good girl,” Heisenberg purred, letting out of y/n’s neck, and moving his hand down their side. “My good little kitten.” This drew another moan from Y/n, enjoying the praise. The hand that had snaked down y/n’s soon made itself known again as Heisenberg began rubbing their clit. The sudden feeling of his hand on their nub drew an incredibly loud gasp from them that then devolved into a whine, seeing as they were still somewhat sensitive there. “All the noises you make are. Just. Fucking. Perfect.” Heisenberg emphasized each of those words with a hard thrust. Y/n’s cunt then clenched hard around his length, making him moan as well, which turned into a small chuckle. “Do you like it when I praise you, Buttercup?” Y/n just nodded, unable to form a coherent enough thought to actually respond. Heisenberg just chuckled before leaning in for another kiss and picking up speed. Y/n mewled into the kiss, the sensation sending them right to the edge again. “Are you about to cum again, y/n?” Heisenberg asked softly, breaking the kiss. Y/n could only moan in response. “Well, then. Go on. Cum. But. Scream. My real name when. You do.” His hips stuttered as he spoke, making the words come out in moans. He then began thrusting even faster, bringing y/n over the edge.

“KAAAARLLL!” Y/n screamed, arching their back as they came. Heisenberg also came at this, thrusting as deep as he could and filling y/n. The warmth of his seed flooding y/n’s insides, making them moan even more. The two remained like that for several minutes as they came down and caught their breath.

“God, that was… shit” Heisenberg said, still somewhat breathless. He slowly pulled out and let go of y/n, pulling a whine from them at the loss. “Think you can stand, Buttercup?” He asked. Y/n lifted their head to look at him, nodding slightly. Heisenberg  offered his hands for them to take and use him as leverage. Y/n sat up with a groan, the feeling of Heisenberg’s seed dripping out being an odd sensation. Professor Heisenberg opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a small rag, which he then used to wipe up any cum dripping down y/n’s legs. They moaned softly at the feeling, biting their lip, and crossing their arms over their chest. Once he was done, Heisenberg  sat down in the office chair, beaming at y/n. “Come ‘ere, kitten.” Y/n pushed themselves off the desk and wobbled over into Heisenberg’s lap. “You did so well. Listened to everything I asked. A+ performance.” He purred, pulling y/n close to his chest, and stroking their hair.

“Thank you, sir.” They yawned, exhaustion filling their muscles now that the adrenaline from their arousal has subsided. Heisenberg let out a small chuckle, moving his hand down y/n’s back.

 “I told you,” He started, his voice low. “Use my name.” Suddenly, y/n was wide awake. They lifted themselves off of Heisenberg’s chest to look right at him. They were wide eyed, furrowing their brow at his comment. “What’s that fuckin look for, y/n?”

 “Sir, I-“ Y/n stammered. Heisenberg just hushed them, pulling them back to his chest.

 “Shhhh,” He hummed. “Just relax.” The two of them were silent for a good bit after this. It wasn’t tense, however. Simply reveling in each other’s presence. But this time felt different. Their relationship had shifted. Whether it was a good thing or not, only time would tell. Y/n felt the full extent of the exhaustion that had been piling on them, their eyelids growing too heavy to keep open. Another yawn slipped out of them as they snuggled into Heisenberg. He placed another kiss to the top of y/n head and muttered something else they couldn’t quite catch before y/n drifted off.

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