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kichikichiko · 1 month

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Hello! I hope you're having a good time,I would like to request Kazuha and scaramouche with a gender neutral reader Who almost died protecting them?

If you don't feel comfortable doing this, don't do it. Thank you so much!

Don't you dare leave me!

HELLO HI EVERYONE! HAPPY (BELATED) NEW YEARS! 😻😻😻🌟🌟🌟

I've had this request in my ask box for MONTHS and Ive planned to write it when I got it but ykkkk life happens.

Ty Anon for sending this in and sorry it took me this long to write your request 💔

Synopsis: How your partner would react to when you risk your life to save them.

Pairing: Kazuha x Gn! Reader and Scara x Gn! Reader

Cw: Semi proof-read, Fluff, headcanon, slight blood mention, cursing for Scara, Established relationship (Kazuha), kiss at the end (Scara)

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA ¤ Scarlet leaves pursue wild waves

It was around the time the Raiden Shogun declared the vision hunting decree, and right after Kazuha's dear friend Tomo passed trying to withsand the musou no hitotachi.

You were away for training with your teacher. And as you walked home you heard of the commotion on the streets

"That guy died from the Shogun's strike" "what was he thinking?! He is obviously no match for the Shogun"

Hearing all of the whispers made you a little worried. And something told you that it was terrible news. What if that was someone you knew personally?

Assuring yourself that it's probably just some stupid samurai off the streets is what you did. Trying to block out all the whisperd and worries of the city folk.

Until you heard his name from a group of people talking about what just happened. "...Kaedehara...."

Your boyfriend who you haven't seen since this morning. You stopped on your tracks and turned around hoping you heard that wrong.

"What did you say?"

"Pardon?" The person asked.

"The name." You repeated "the name you mentioned before, what was it again?"

"Kaedehara. Kaedehara Kazuha?" The person said confused by your expression growing more and more distraught by the second

"What happened to him? Did he..." you couldnt even get yourself to finish that sentence. You didnt want to believe that HE was the one who challenged the Raiden Shogun

"No dont worry (miss/sir) it's not him who died. Its another guy, but Kaedehara was seen on the scene taking the dead vision and running off. From what I've heard he's running away right now"

Without wasting another second you booked it to the nearest port. You had no idea if he was going to be there as he escaped but it's worth the shot anyways.

Panting and gasping through the bamboo forest while thinking about the fate of your boyfriend isn't the best combination.

"What if he got caught?" "What if he already left?" "What if that stranger was mistaken?" The what if questions were not helping you at all.

So all you did was to hope. Hope that he is still alive, hope that he is still in Inazuma

Your legs were killing you and your lungs feel like they're about to explode if you don't stop running. But you can't

You need to see Kazuha.

As if the Archon's heard your prayers, all of a sudden you hear a guard shouting in a distance "Kaedehara Kazuha you're under arrest under the vision hunting decree!"

"It's him! He's still here!" Relieved he hasn't made it out of Inazuma yet, you started running even faster to the scene.

When you got there you saw Kazuha fighting a bunch of the Shogun's guards left and right. "Kazuha!" You shouted out in relief, as you drew out your katana (sword) and began helping him fight.

You bear no vision, but the adrenaline was pumping into your veins you didnt give a second thought and dove into the fight.

"(Name)??" Kazuha turned around to look at you for a split second. Honestly if it werent for the current condition youre both in, he'd hug you real tight

"How did you find me?" He asked before turning his head around and defend himself from the guards.

"I heard from the city folks hat you ran away after a man died from the musou no hitotachi" you responded, blocking a strike from another guard.

He made a mental note to explain to you the story after the fight is over.

Speaking of which, the fight lasted for quite sometime until all of the shogun's minions were down.

You turned around and hugged Kazuha, throwing your weapon onto the ground.

"I'm so glad youre safe Kaz" you burried your bead into his shoulder, still panting from all that fighting, adrenaline and running.

Kazuha was panting as well, hugging you tighter like never before and kissed your forehead softly "Me too (name), I'm so sorry I didn't come to you sooner and told you anything. Everything happened so fast, I had to leave before I got caught."

You pulled away from the hug and smiled at him softly, your breathing becoming more stable after a while "That's alright, I found you just in time-"

Something was moving behind Kazuha and you couldn't make it what it was until you could.

It was the Shogun's guard again, with a bow and arrow... aimed at Kazuha's back. Your heart dropped

before the guard should release the arrow you pushed Kazuha away and took the hit.

The arrow ended up piercing your shoulder which earned a shout from you. It hurted like hell and blood started flowing out of your shoulder by the minute.

At first you felt dizzy from the blood loss and then everything went dark. You were going in and out, Before you blacked out completely, the first time you saw Kazuha charging up to the guard and fought him. The next time you saw him picking you up bridal style

And the last thing you heard was " (name) Don't you dare leave me!"

♤

The first thing you saw when you woke up was a wooden ceiling above you. "Where am I?" You sat up and hissed from the pain on your shoulder. You took a look at thr soirce of the pain and to your surprise, the wounded area had been wrapped with a compression bandage.

Looking around at the area you realised you ended up on a ship. But how?

Before you could ask more questions, the door in front of you opened, and standing there was Kazuha. The man saw that you were awake and sped walk towards you.

"You're awake! Thank goodness. Don't worry everythings alright. We're on a ship of a pirate captain from Liyue and she got her crew to help stop the bleeding on your shoulder."

Ah, he basically just answered the questions that were popping up in your head. "Looks like we'll have to thank this pirate captain for her hospitality"

You looked at the current condition of your lover. His shoulders were tense and his lips forced into a small smile.

You could tell it was so that you wouldn't be alarmed. And you could tell he was still shaken up by the stunt you pulled earlier.

"I'm sorry my love, for scaring you like that." Placing your hand on his shoulder, then slowly making your way up to his cheek. "I'm safe, youre safe. That's all that matters."

You could see his eyes softening and his shoulders becoming less tense

"Youre right... youre right. You just got me worried back there. I was afraid I might lose you too." He whispered softly, cupping his hand over your hand.

Subconciously he gripped your hand hard enough to make you notice but not hard enough to hurt you.

He didn't have to elaborate any further for you to realise that his dear friend was the one who died.

"I won't leave you here alone dear. That's a promise." pulling him into a hug, which he reciprocated quickly

"What now?" Is a question you both will figure out later.

Right now, the only thing that matters is the two of you.

SCARAMOUCHE/ KUNIKUZUSHI ¤ The Balladeer

Being the Balladeer's assistant was no easy job

Literally.

Having to deal with his yelling, degration, mocks, (tantrums) and bad temper required patience. Lots of it

But no matter how many times he left you out in the snow to freeze, or mocked you in front of everyone, you stayed by him. Honestly no one understood how and why (and neither did Scara but he would never question it)

Partially because the pay is good (the harbingers decided to pay you extra because youre dealing with Scaramouche), partially because you don't get treated as half as bad as his subordinates and because sometimes he isn't so bad in general.

What I mean by "not so bad" is that sometimes, barely, but once in a blue moon. He shows that he cares and appreciates your help and loyalty.

When he was sent out on a mission to Inazuma, you couldn't come to help him due to unfortunate circumstances. He was pissed to say the least

surprisingly not at you but at the higher ups for not allowing you, his assistant to come

he brought you a souvenier from Inazuma. Nothing much and nothing grand, but it is something from your boss so you treasure it.

Another time you got sick with the flu, at first he was pissed (when is he not 💀🖕) but then at night, he came over to give you some soup

By the Balladeer's words it is to "Make you get better soon so you can work again. I can't manage all this shit by myself"

Which you translated it to "I miss your company and I need your help with my tasks"

Either way you appreciated his kindness.

♤

Scaramouche and you were sent out on a mission together to the chasm. Usually they wouldn't send the harbingers down there, but an important relic from an unknown lost civilization was found, and the fatui wants to study it.

As the 2 of you were down there, all you (other than trying to find the relic) did was listen to his occasional rants and curses to the other harbingers for sending him on this mission.

"Annoyed as always" you rolled your eyes.

When the relic was found and secured safely, the two of you nodded at each other as a sign that you both should head out as soon as possible

Luckily Scaramouche and you didn't run into any enemies which was....

"Strange" you mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed and eyeing the caves

"What is?" taking a glance behind to look at you as he was right in front of you

"It's just that we haven't bumped into any monsters or enemies during our time here." You started

"There's always enemies down here at the chasm"

Scaramouche shrugged at you "Maybe theyre taking a nice long nap, or maybe they know their place and not to mess with us." He was half sarcastic and half serious. Either way, he wasn't bothered by this at all

You nodded at him. Not necessarily because you agree with him

But mainly because you're quite unsettled about the whole situation to the point where you'd just hope he was right

Something must be wrong with the universe because not long after, a mob of hillichurls showed up

Scaramouche groaned, getting ready to fight "Great you jinxed it."

They were just a bunch of hillichurls so it really didn't take long for Scara to handle it while you guard the relic

"Let's just get out of here before I have to deal with those i-" before your boss could finish his sentence an abyss herald showed up

When it showed up, you drew out your weapon getting ready to fight. He was no easy foe and even if you knew Scara could handle it...

Something was telling you thing's were about to go south.

You and him started fighting the Abyss enemy

Scara with his electro powers and you with your (vision of choice)

"Hey (name) fuck off I can handle this myself you know?!" He shouted at you

"No you can't Scaramouche!" You retaliated, not listening to another word he says because you were getting more and more pissed by his antics "Just shut up and let me help!"

With the way you disobeyed his orders AND talk back at him got him taken aback and angry at you

"Why this little bitch!" He wanted to say

Scara just gave the abyss herald an opening to launch an attack at him

"Scara watch out!" Luckily you saw right on time and threw yourself in front of Scara to protect him

The attack was so bad you started coughing out blood from the impact. Everything started to become blurry and you lost your balance and strength, dropping your weapon in the process

Before you blacked out you heard Scara scream out something you couldn't quite make out and then... total darkness.

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"Don't you dare leave me here!" Echoed in your mind before you awoke in a bed in a strange place. This wasn't Snezhnaya and you know it.

"Where am I? And who said that sentence when I was asleep?" You asked yourself, slowly sitting up from the bed with a groan.

The door on your right opened and in came your boss

"Scara..!" You managed to say. Your voice came out soft and sort of like a wheeze. The impact of the attack seemed to affect your ability to talk as well

"Shh. Don't talk. The doctor said your vocal cord needs rest." Making his way to your bed, and sat by the edge

You closed your mouth but it was clear you had many questions. Scara frowed a little but started answering the questions he knows you'll anyways

"We're still in Liyue. I managed to carry you out of the chasm and the relic I handed off to some fatui members I saw on the way to the doctor.... and you've been out for 3 days now. I was..." he paused and looked away

"Starting to get worried." You didn't have to see his face to know that his expression softened.

Now it all makes sense, you now know what Scara said before you blacked out.

"Don't you dare leave me here!" It was also the sentence that echoed in your mind while you were asleep.

You knew long ago that the all so scary Balladeer had developed feelings for you. It was the little things he did for you that made you question but today, this whole incident made it clear to you that the 6th Fatui Harbinger harbours feelings for his assistant.

You did as well of course. Even though he was a pain in the ass sometimes, it feels as if no one understand you more than he does, and likewise.

Scooting closer to the harbinger, you brought your hand up to his cheek and made him face you.

He saw your expression and even though you said nothing, he knew what you meant. "I'm not leaving you here."

You both slowly moved closer and kissed each other, removing all the tension in the balladeers shoulder.

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#genshin impact #fanfic #genshin fanfic #kichifanficsfw #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #scaramouche headcanons #kazuha headcanons #scaramouche x y/n

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sumaneun-stars · 4 months

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I've never asked anyone on Tumblr for anything before... but I just love the posts on this account.

So would it be possible to do something related to Jay and the reader having a fight? (something angst), but with a good ending so that reading leaves us with a warm heart

'38 Missed Calls' — pjs.

a/n: awhh tyy! ofc it's possible!! omg first request let's gaur!!!

Throughout the entire drive back home, Jay thought of nothing but cuddling with you. All he wanted to do was wrap himself with you and go to sleep, with your voice as a lullaby after a tiring day. But life had a different plan.

“Y/n, I'm home” he said to no one.

Silence almost deafened his ears.

He walked into every room, only met with non living objects. He sighed. Today was not his day. He brought out his phone to dial you.

‘Sorry, this user is currently unavailable’

“What the-” he dialled Heeseung instead.

‘No I haven't seen her, sorry dude’

Sunghoon was his only hope.

‘Uhh- didn't she tell you? She said something about partnering with Chaeryeong to go to club Red Tulip’

He had only ever heard about Club Red Tulip, and he couldn't believe Sunghoon's words.

Without a second thought, he went straight through Chaeryeongs profile, knowing you didn't frequently update your page.

9.54 p.m.

The recent post was a selfie with a man by Chaeryeong’s side, but that wasn't all he saw. You, drunk in a red cocktail dress, dancing in between a crowd of random strangers.

Why didn't you tell him? Why were you here, in this vibrant mess of a club?

He leaned against a wall as soon as he entered, slightly startled at the intensity of this place. He redialled your phone for a good 45 minutes, his anger boiling with every repetitive line that that damned AI robot spoke. Jay stopped for a second to breathe in this congested place, his eyes scanning every person to find you.

He was exhausted, leaning his head to the wall to look at the ceiling which reflected the blinding lights. He was taken aback by an unfamiliar touch on his body. A girl was standing in front of him, dressed in hot pink with a furry pink scarf decorating her neck.

“Uh- do I know you?” He asked, holding her wrist so it wouldn't wander around anymore (except her left hand took over)

“You don't need to. Most people come here when they wanna ditch their lovers, now let's have some fun!” she said in a high pitched, dazed voice. She wrapped her arms around him and started dancing, but Jay's mind was too far away to care.

‘Ditch their lovers…?’

You pushed yourself through the crowd as you searched for Chaeryeong, until you found her still in the middle of a group of boys.

“Chae, I'm going home” you screamed but she barely heard.

You sighed as you made your way towards the entrance, switching on your phone which was shut down by Chaeryeong, who stated that you'd be always on the phone if you had it on.

Before you could dial Jay, you stopped at your tracks at the blurry but sure sight. Jay, against a wall, with a girl basically grinding on him. He wasn't doing anything, not even pushing her away. You kept staring, the view getting heartbreakingly clearer with every step, until he met your eye.

“Y/n” he said, pushing the girl away from him.

You scoffed, crossing your arms as you made your way out of the red and white nightmare of a club.

“Y/n!”

Too late. You were already in the taxi, wiping away the tears. What was wrong with him?

He entered the apartment, to find a torn apart you. You turned your head at his entrance, rage filling your eyes. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. He walked closer to you, only for you to push him behind.

“Y/n, we can settle this if you explain”

“Me? Explain? So I'm the bad guy here?” You scoffed in anger. “So I was the one with someone grinding on me while I was already in a relationship?” You questioned him, each word louder than the next, tears blurring your vision.

“You were the one who brought me there y/n! You didn't even care to tell me” his fiery eyes turned into heartbreaking ones in the last words, adding fuel to the fire. “38 missed calls y/n. Thirty eight.”

“Jay I-” fresh tears formed in your eyes.

“And guess what? Sunghoon was the one who told me. I guess you should go date him instead!”

Unbelievable.

“I sent you a fucking message Jay!” His expression changed with your words. “It wasn't getting delivered, so I dialled Sunghoon instead!” You said with hot tears drenching your face.

You showed him the messages in your chat, before he took a step closer to you apologetically. Before he could hold you, you ran to the bathroom, locking the door before leaning on it.

“Y/n open up!” You heard banging, but you didn't care. Your explosion of tears overpowered his noises. How could he just assume something like that?

“Y/n…” he leaned on the other side of the door. “I'm sorry, I was in a meeting and they told us to mute our phones and I was panicking when you weren't home so I-” he stopped, realising he was rambling nonsense, making excuses.

“Y/n please forgive me, I promise I'll never do it again so why don't we just talk it out? Hm? Open the door, darling”

You opened the door after a solid five minutes, head down as you sat cross legged in front of the boy who leaned his head on the wall hopelessly. You crawled onto his lap, arms wrapped around his body and crying into the nape of his neck.

“H-hey- I-” Jay stuttered.

“Forget it” You raised your head, wiping your tears as you spoke firmly. “Never do that again”

“I promise!” He made a pledge, two fingers to his forehead before he wiped your cheeks with them.

“I can never stay mad at you” you pouted, but smiled immediately when you heard his chuckle.

“Y/n…” he said with his forehead connected to yours.

“What now?” you wiped his tears this time.

“I think I have a crush on you”

“Yeah, no shit”

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jinnie-ret · 5 months

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I’m not entirely sure if you’d write this or not but could you write stray kids and like trainee reader who has divorced parents and is crying? You don’t have to write this and I understand if you don’t. If you do thank you

togetherness

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: very angsty

content warnings: divorce, allusions to a panic attack

word count: 2.7k

summary: out of all things, the last thing you expected to hear was that your parents are getting a divorce, but it was fortunate that the boys were there to hold you together

Thank you for the request! I did something silly and accidentally wrote it as a ninth member instead of a trainee, but she is still the maknae of the group so I hope that is still ok :)

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Ever since Stray Kids was confirmed to debut after the survival show all nine of you took part in, life had been a whirlwind. From training in the practice room to releasing several tracks, getting your first win was like a dream come true. Of course it would be 'Miroh' that people gave you recognition for, you couldn't deny how how much you loved the track too. However, there was a small part of you, scrap that, a big part of you that hoped '3rd Eye' would also gain that same level of attention. It's not a crime to be obsessed with your own music now, is it?

Due to how busy you had been, it had been just over a year since you had seen your parents, and for today to finally be the day you'd get to see them, you were practically bouncing off of the walls, so much so that the boys couldn't stop laughing at you, fondness radiating through all of them. You were the youngest, after all, only 14 when the show happened, and they had seen you grow so much already.

"Y/Nnie, calm down," Changbin chuckled as he tried to hold onto the sides of your arms, but you couldn't contain yourself as you excitedly paced up and down the wooden floors of the lounge.

"I can't help it... I'm so excited! I haven't seen them in ages, I missed them so much!" you cheered, accidentally bumping into Minho in the process.

He slowly turned around from his spot in the kitchen, stopping his minor task of pouring some juice.

"Do you like oranges, Y/N?" Minho turned to face you with a sinister grin.

"Oranges? I love orang-" you shrugged momentarily in confusion before gasping as he held the juice over your head.

"3,2..."

"Ah! Don't! I washed my hair today and everything!" you were rapid in your movements as you ducked away and took cover between Felix and Jeongin.

"Don't sacrifice us!" Jeongin's eyes were wide.

"Ah, you're being so cute today, Y/Nnie," Felix giggled, patting your head.

"Have you got everything you need, menace?" Chan asked you, letting out a laugh when you scrunched your nose at him in response.

"If anyone's a menace, it's Hannie, but yes," you answered his question whilst also turning the spotlight to Jisung, who was currently trying to grab Hyunjin's hair and tie it with a scrunchie of yours he had stolen.

"Who, me?" Jisung feigned innocence.

"Ah!" Hyunjin jumped not noticing Jisung behind him. "Bro, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a new hairstyle, Y/Nnie lets me do it all the time," Jisung shrugged, moving away from Hyunjin as it was clear his mission had failed.

"Yeah, small problem, Hyunjin's hair isn't long enough," Seungmin pointed out, making you laugh.

"I want to see Jinnie with long hair, woah," you nodded in approval at the idea.

"Y/N, you're getting distracted again," Changbin directed you towards the front door. He couldn't hide his smirk as he shook his head at your antics.

"It's like you're trying to get rid of me," you pouted, turning around with your hands on your hips.

"Never, but you really need to go," Minho joined him at the front door, jokingly pushing you out the door, making Felix yell out in surprise.

"Don't push the maknae!"

"Ok, ok, I'm going," you laughed, brushing a hand through your hair making sure it was perfect and not a single strand was out of place.

"Bye Y/N!" you heard them yell out in goodbye, before you made your way to the Korean BBQ place that wasn't too far away from your dorms. Initially you were going to go for a café, but your dad insisted that you see each other at your favourite kind of place.

And there they were, waving at you from across the road, small smiles on their faces that gree bigger the closer you got to them.

"Mum! Dad!" you ran up to them as you embraced them into a tight hug, their arms wrapping around you in return, both you and your mum getting teary eyed.

"Oh, I missed you so much sweetheart," she cuddled you closer to her, and pulled away as your dad planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, darling, I bet you're hungry," your dad poked your cheek as he guided you through, sorting out the details of the reservation as you all sat down and began to catch up.

"I'm so glad I got some time off to see you, I just, I missed you so much," you sniffled, wiping your tears away before you full on sobbed in front of them.

"Aigoo, don't cry my dear," your mum wiped your tears as she dabbed a tissue across your cheeks and wrapped you in a side hug.

"We're so proud of you, Y/N, I know for sure we can both say that," your dad awkwardly glanced across at your mum, not that you noticed this exchange, too happy to be simply in their presence again.

"Thank you, I'm glad I can make you proud," you smile widely, your mum nodding along.

"You've achieved so much already, are the boys taking care of you, hmm?" she questioned, shifting her body to face yours more.

"-and then by the end of it we all just ended up falling asleep in the practice room, but I didn't mind, it was so comfortable, they truly are my brothers," you gushed as you retold one of your favourite stories of one of your earlier memories in your trainee days, just showing how strong your bond with the group was.

Whilst all of this was happening, your parents both had a nervous demeanour about them, not fully engaged in your story, something heavier weighing on their minds. How would their only child react when they told them?

"I-is something wrong? Oh, I'm rambling again aren't I, sorry, you can tell I haven't changed much," you finally picked up on their silences, the change of their normally relaxed mannerisms more apparent than ever.

"No, no, it's perfectly alright sweetheart, we just..." your mum trailed off, not knowing how to approach the topic.

"We have something to tell you, Y/N," your dad finished off your mum's sentence.

"Oh, what is it?" your heart dropped, sensing the serious tone coming through in the conversation. You fiddled with the chopsticks in front of you, trying to stabilise yourself, not knowing what was to come.

"There's no easy way to say this, darling, but... Your mum and I, we're getting a divorce," your dad couldn't look you in the eyes as he said this, wishing he could pretend he was looking for a waiter yet the enclosed booth you were in prevented him from doing so.

"No," you instantly said, disbelieving the words you had just heard, sure you had misinterpreted his words. In your strong reaction, you firmly placed the chopsticks down, head moving left and right as you glanced back and forth between your parents. A trio of a family, now split into three.

"Sweetheart, please, don't make this difficult," your mum began, sighing as she stared down at the table.

"D-don't make this difficult?! You're getting a divorce!" you leant back away from them, struggling to take in the situation as your heart raced.

"It hasn't been easy for us, please understand, Y/N," your dad pitched in, "we've been thinking about this for a long time now."

"How long?" your voice broke as you got quieter, the sight of your eyes welling up with tears breaking the hearts of your parents.

"For around four years now," your mum winced as she admitted how long their relationship had been in turmoil.

"Four, four years?!" your hands shook as you covered your face, absolutely devastated. Anyone that knew your family would have said it was absolutely perfect, even the boys who had only seen them on a few occasions.

"We had to make it work for you, Y/N, darling," your dad tried to grab your hand but you ripped it away from him, getting rid of that opportunity.

"You're putting this on me?" your voice wobbles, tears freely running down your face, leaving trails of grief in its wake. A grievance mourning the loss of something you'd never get back.

"Listen, we wanted to stay together for you, you just got into JYP, but now you've debuted we thought..."

"You thought I could handle it? Because my life is 'sorted'?! It's quite the opposite now," you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hoodie sleeve.

"Y/N, we had to do this sweetheart, for the better," your mum tried to reason with you, tears of her own present.

"No, no, I... I can't," you scrambled out from your seat, running out of the restaurant without even having any of the food yet.

"Y/N!!!"

"Darling!"

Your parents desperately called after you, but you kept running away, finding a seat on a park bench to try and process everything that had just happened. They were divorcing, just like that. Were all the happy memories in your childhood as fake as the ones they created when they had been convincing you all this time that you were still a happy family? It wasn't fair. Could you even trust the words that left either of them now that they had revealed their biggest secret to you?

Without even knowing, your feet guided you away from the bustling streets of Seoul back to your true home. The family you had found solace in, that you'd be soon to find solace in once more, but for different reasons this time.

Like your body was on autopilot, your key twisted into the door of your shared apartment and you dropped your small bag to the floor, instantly falling to the ground as your knees buckled. You weren't aware of how bad of a state you were in, the mascara from your light makeup you applied earlier on in the day, now smudged under your eyes and faintly across the apples of your cheeks. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, unable to comprehend everything that had just happened. You didn't even feel the arms that had wrapped around you and brought you to their lap, cradling you into the safety of their warmth.

"Miss, please, it's ok, she just got here, she's safe, I think, ummm, do you want to come to our dorm? I can send the address?" Chan hurriedly spoke into his phone as he glanced over at Jeongin holding you tightly to him, the other boys around you trying to provide you with enough space but their comfort at the same time.

"I, I think it's better if we don't," the voice of your mum sighed from the other side of the phone.

"What? But- oh," Chan was ready to convince them to come over and ask what had brought you to such a distressed state, but the call had already been ended from the other side.

"It's ok, you're ok, Y/N, just take some deep breaths ok? Ok?" Changbin whispered into your ear, trying to help you slow down not only your breathing, but your mind too as you were clearly in your own head.

Jeongin rubbed your back in soothing circles, and after a while, you felt yourself slowly calm down, alongside Jisung's instructions to breathe deeply, and the soothing feeling of someone scratching your scalp, who you found out later was Felix.

The boys were the only people who could ground you in this moment, providing you with the comfort the rest of your support system failed to do. Your thoughts were still in a whirlwind yet you managed to tune back into your surroundings.

"You're ok, that's it, well done love," Chan's voice broke through, as your tight grip on Jeongin's t-shirt lessened and your body was ever so slightly less tense.

"We should move her to the sofa," Hyunjin spoke quietly, as if he was afraid to break the calm you began to feel.

And so, you numbly walked to the sofa with the help of Seungmin's hand resting on your back, pulling you down gently to sit next to him. Like you normally would, you rested your head on his shoulder. But this was far from a normal situation.

"Y/N?" Changbin asked tentatively, hoping you'd respond. "Look at me, aegi."

"Mmm?" you made a sound with your croaky throat, sore from your crying which the boys were thankful for their own souls that they didn't have to listen to it anymore. They feared it would permanently leave an imprint on their hearts, so they were worried at what on Earth had happened to you.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Chan slowly questioned you, a gentleness behind his eyes that nearly made you tear up again.

What did happen? What would happen now?

"They... my, my parents, they're getting a divorce," your voice cracked again and you internally scolded yourself for it as the boys looked geared up to protect you at any cost.

"A divorce?" Felix gasped.

"Oh, no, oh Y/Nnie," Jisung sighed sympathetically.

"I just don't get why... why now?" you held your head in your hands. Having to explain everything that happened moments ago would have been more painful had it not been for your members attention on you as you all sat on the sofas in the lounge. The very same ones you had been joyfully skipping around earlier on that day.

"These things... they can be unpredictable sometimes, Y/Nnie," Seungmin squeezed you tighter towards him, leant forward with you.

"That's what I hate... they said it had been four years that they had been thinking about it, four years since they knew," you closed your eyes tightly, anything to imagine yourself not in this situation.

"Y/N, you couldn't have known," Jeongin tried to offer some comfort.

"They said they stayed together, for me. I was the reason that they didn't tell me after all this time," you gritted your teeth in frustration.

"No, no, don't do that, love, you weren't to know," Chan firmly said, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilt.

"It's not your responsibility to carry that weight," Minho sternly added, in the same mindset as Chan, hating that you were upset. Sure, he teased you for your hyperactive mood earlier but he much preferred that then seeing the storm cloud hovering above you.

"It is though. They faked their love just for me. How do I know they even love me?" you crumbled once more, tears rushing down your face as Hyunjin immediately crouched down in front of you with a tissue at hand.

"They could never stop loving you. It's hard, but just because they fell out of love with each other, doesn't mean they'd do the same with you," he grabbed your hands in his, before pressing the tissue into your hand for you to use.

It was almost funny. Your mother had dried your tears for you earlier and now you were doing it for yourself, feeling that childlike innocence being ripped away from you as you were forced to feel adult emotions.

"Please don't think that way, no one could ever not love you," Jisung insisted.

"I just... I don't even know anymore," you took in some deep breaths again, looking around you at your brothers who held so much love and compassion in their eyes for you. You could see it in how they sat, turned towards you with their undivided attention.

"You don't have to know, Y/N. You're not going to know how to feel straight away," Changbin validated your emotions that you couldn't sort out on your own. But that was why you were glad they were there, to heal you, to offer you that safety net of their permanence in your life.

"You're not alone, okay?" Minho's soft spoken voice was filled with love, smooth like honey.

You needed some space from your thoughts, some reprieve from the situation you had faced, but, even in your fragility, you could see, no, you knew the boys would forever be there to keep you together. And so what if the cracks showed? You had 8 members more than willing to not force you to be fixed, but to live with those cracks and learn to understand them.

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LABYRINTH PAIRING: suna rintarou x gn!reader ( + issei matsukawa) GENRE: angst PART ONE: WE DIDN'T EVEN DATE

it's been three months since you last saw suna, your best friend. you two haven't spoken, texted, and for the slim chance you catch him in public – you turn the other way.

you never got back to him on his offer, the one and only time he tried to reach out. you couldn't face him, or your feelings.

but as bad as it sounds, things have been okay.

it's a new chapter, one without suna, and surprisingly, one that you're happy to be living. sometimes the grey aura that dims the world and vision of your eyes appears at the memory and photo's of him. though, over the last few weeks, the grey disappears.

because of him.

he who swooped in like prince charming. the boy who let you cry in his arms and never expected anything in return. the boy who waited days, months, years for you.

the boy who slowly bandaged up your heart, held your hand, and listened to you as a friend. the boy that teased you, made you cry of laughter, and blew away that grey cloud.

you're happy.

happy with a boy that throws flour in your face, burns your eggs, and infuriates you. happy with a boy that lets you steal the covers, always pays for you, always makes you smile and feel seen.

things are good. he's good.

"hey."

the voice stops you in your tracks, your hand freezing in front of the packet of chips. you slowly shift your gaze, meeting those familiar green eyes that you haven't seen in three months.

"hi," you choke out.

"where have you been?" suna asks, "haven't heard from you in a while."

"uh, yeah, i've been busy lately."

"i've missed having you around," he says, "no one to beat at mario cart." he jokes, trying to reduce the tension.

"oh." you nod, glancing around the aisle hoping that he will magically appear around the corner and save you from this metaphorical hell. it sucks. the feeling of being here with him as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, pushing you to run back to him.

"how come you, uh, never called?"

"i didn't think i needed to," you say. "and i needed some space, sometimes to think."

"so... what did you think about?" he asks, standing in front of you with his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. "please be honest with me."

"i thought about how i'm going to spend my whole life loving you, even if you'll never love me back." you say, fighting back the lump in your throat, "and i thought about how i'd curse you for the longest time, and haunt my mind about everything that we could've been."

it's embarrassing and dramatic, to dump all of this on him now. but there's a voice in your mind saying that this is the last time you're ever going to see him.

"i thought that maybe i could call you and change everything, that we could go back to normal."

"do you still think that?" he mumbles.

"no. not really," you sigh. "i managed to get over it."

"there you are!" matsukawa smiles, strolling over with a basket in hand filled with junk food for your movie night. "okay, so get this i found sour patch kids! last one!"

if he had noticed suna standing there, he pretended he didn't. but the second you saw him, suna noticed that glimmer in your eyes, the growing grin on lips, and the way you relaxed around him.

you're falling in love.

in love with someone that's not him.

and you got over suna fast.

it says a lot about how right a person is treating you, doesn't it?

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frozenwolftemplar · 6 months

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Somehow, the Carmen Sandiego brainrot has taken hold even though I haven't watched an episode in months (no idea how that happened). So, how's about some headcanons? (feel free to play with any or all if they strike your fancy)

-- Carmen's room in headquarters has two wall clocks, one set to San Diego time and one to Ontario because

-- Player has a veritable army of cousins. Carmen never got a straight number because just when she thinks she's got them down, he'll offhandedly mention someone having a baby or something; quite honestly, he can't keep track either.

-- Carmen is nearly hopeless with numbers. Time zones, exchange rates, converting to imperial units when she's in the U.S., she never got the hang of any of it and has learned to just consult Player.

-- "Okay, that guy at the front desk said I'm ten miles from the Grand Canyon. How many-" "Sixteen, Red. Keep an eye out, it's easy to miss." "Very funny."

-- It drove the Faculty absolutely nuts that their 'golden opportunity' is math-stupid; they chalked it up to something she got from her mother's side.

-- It's not. Dexter Wolfe was just *that* good at hiding his dyscalculia.

-- The one math-y thing she can do is card counting, a key component of being an incorrigible cheat at board/card games. Because she will cheat at anything and everything.

-- Seriously, one time Zach and Ivy found an old Candyland game (just lying around the warehouse, don't ask) and Carmen, who had never seen the game in her life, positively trounced them.

-- They just *know* she has to be cheating but can't prove it.

-- Ivy, bewildered, to Carmen's cat-that-got-the-canary face: "How does someone cheat at Candyland?!?" She's just that good.

-- Whenever Shadowsan plays her in cards, it takes all of two minutes for the game to devolve from 'whatever they were supposed to be playing' to 'who's better at sleight of hand.' Not that he condones cheating, mind, but if Carmen's going to, well, he's not just going to let her get away with that.

-- Carmen as a kid was a very picky eater (her adventurous spirit not extending to the culinary world); the Faculty was as helpful as you'd expect.

-- "Dammit, Saira, I told you to quit trying to feed her that rice!" "Well I need someone to taste test-" (absolutely no sense of taste on Saira; lab accident, we don't talk about it) "-and you certainly haven't volunteered. Besides, this newest formula is fortified with three essential vitamins and minerals (at least, I think they're essential), which is more than those sweets you keep plying her with." "At least she eats those!"

-- Ivy and Zach are high school dropouts, figuring they could get ahead better with racing than with academics. As part of joining ACME they get their GED's (since they require *at least* a high school diploma) and the whole team (plus Chase and Julia) help out and are so proud when they pass.

-- The first thing Carmen always does in the morning, something that doesn't change post-series, is call Player. It's also the last thing she does before turning in at night. She can't imagine being any other way, and neither can he. (crud, they're just the bestest friends, I love them so much)

#carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego #player #fic reference #some of these i do plan on using in fics #shadowsan #ivy #zach #vile faculty #carmen sandiego fanfic #carmen fic

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cuubism · 10 months

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I have been absolutely loving Bookstore Cryptid Dream! Offline life got rough for a bit there, but this little universe never failed to make my heart happy. Thank you - and I hope you're planning on more!

i've indeed had one in my drafts so i finished it up for you :)

Hob has been waiting with equal parts anticipation and trepidation to find out exactly what ideas Dream will pull from his romance novels. He still hasn't figured out why he picked romance novels as his manuals. Maybe he needs his sex positions to have narratives. Maybe he's into roleplay. God.

But Hob doesn't get to find out.

He's been busy for a few days--new term at the local uni starting up means the cafe's suddenly gotten busier--and while Dream's popped in and out a few times, they haven't had the chance to spend much time together. It's probably good, Hob tries to convince himself. Puts the brakes on things, just a little.

But when he finally gets a break, hands the reins over to his staff for an evening, he heads to The Library. Even if Dream is busy with his own tasks, Hob's content to just sit in his space. Listen to his stories. It's not something the busy cafe environment usually allows, but The Library is like an alternate world, cool, quiet, and timeless.

Hob strides up the steps and opens The Library door.

And there's nothing inside.

It takes several moments for his tired brain to comprehend what he's looking at, and several more for him to decide that no, he's not dreaming. He steps through the doorway into a dim, empty room, old wood-paneled walls and dust gathering in the corners, and no infinite winding paths of shelves like in Dream's bookshop. Just a shell.

Hob presses his palm to the wall. It's cool, and smooth, and very much real. Not some mad hallucination of his, this empty room.

Blinking hard, Hob steps back outside, closes the door again, as if that might change things. Opens it again. Same room. Does it again. Same room. He calls out into the empty bowels of the once-Library: "Dream!"

No answer, of course.

Hob had known that The Library had a sort of magic to it. But just vanishing into thin air...

And Dream wouldn't...

...would he?

Hob spins in place on the stoop, looking out on the darkened street which suddenly feels so much more eerie. He steps down to the road in a daze, looking around as if The Library might suddenly appear in another doorway. Resists the urge to yell Dream's name into the darkness.

And then, well, fuck it. "Dream!" he calls. All that echoes back to him is his own voice.

Hob sits down on the stoop, defeated. If he hadn't seen Dream just yesterday, kissed him on his way out of the cafe not twenty-four hours ago, he really might have started to think he'd hallucinated all of this. Invented someone he'd wanted to know.

But he didn't invent Dream, he swears he didn't--so then where is he?

Hob doesn't sleep much that night. He doesn't do much of anything else, either--it's not like Dream left a note to track him down, or any evidence of his existence. It's not like Hob can put up missing person posters: have you seen this bookshop? Or force it to reappear.

He's having a very sleep-deprived, very over-caffeinated morning shift in the cafe, contemplating how long one's not-quite-human not-quite-boyfriend needs to be not-quite-missing before it's reasonable to start finding out which parts of London harbor demons and sorcerers--when a man he's never seen before stops at the counter, hands folded before him, and says, "Excuse me, but do you know if there's a bookshop around here?"

Hob has never seen anyone else ever go into The Library or even acknowledge its existence, and Hob's anxiety is so high that he almost leaps over the counter to grab this man by the collar and demand, what do you know about Dream?! Fortunately he belays that impulse. This stranger really does look almost laughably harmless and definitely not like a demon or sorcerer, not that Hob's seen one--and getting arrested for assault is not going to help anything.

"I tried the door," continues the stranger, as Hob just keeps staring at him, conflicted, "only, well. It seems to have vanished."

Well, at least Hob's not hallucinating. Not that a disappearing bookstore is helpful to his sanity.

After what was surely a conspicuously long silence, though his visitor just waits patiently, Hob says, "Have... you been there before?" He feels weirdly defensive of The Library, even if it's currently AWOL. He doesn't know if he wants random people to be able to find Dream.

Or maybe that's just jealousy.

"Oh, no, this is my first time coming this way," says the man, apologetically. "I'm just looking for a certain book."

Damn odd timing for it.

Hob comes out from behind the counter and waves him over to a table. He should probably get some tea. Proper hospitality and all. But he's too worked up and way too sleep-deprived.

His guest sits down primly at the table as Hob slouches against the back of his own seat. "Sorry," Hob finally says, "if I'm--" he waves a vague hand. "Dream's had trouble before, that's all." He holds out his hand to his guest. "Hob."

The man shakes his hand. "Hm. A pleasure. I am Aziraphale. To any associate of--" he tastes the name, "Dream's, that is."

It's interesting that The Library's reputation carries further than knowledge of Dream himself, despite how deeply Dream seems to be tied to the shop.

"Is it meant to be there, then?" asks Aziraphale hopefully. "I wouldn't blame him for moving around to protect the collection; I certainly wouldn't want all and sundry picking through the shelves!" He shudders. "Though I was hoping to find that book."

Hob doesn't bother asking what book. Whatever it is, Dream will certainly have it. What's more important is--

"'Moving around?' Do you know how?" And then, realizing if he wants a chance at info he's going to need to offer some of his own, adds, "You just missed him, it's only today that The Library's been... gone."

"Oh, dear," says Aziraphale, now looking troubled.

"Not sure what pointed you towards this place, but if you've heard anything..." Hob continues, "Dream is my--" what is Dream, anyway? They haven't established it, "...friend."

Looking contemplative, Aziraphale says, "Well it is odd timing, now that you mention it, because--"

That's when the door to The Library flies open.

A lanky man comes hurtling down the steps, limbs akimbo, yelling something over his shoulder that Hob can't hear from within the cafe. "Oh dear," says Aziraphale again, with a mix of concern and consternation. "Crowley!"

Dream storms out of the doorway next, expression thunderous, his hair sticking up in all directions like he'd been struck by lightning. That has Hob lurching to his feet, which Aziraphale does as well, and they both rush outside, just in time to hear--

"Look, it's just one silly book, okay?" The unfamiliar man--Crowley, presumably--says, stopping in the middle of the road and turning towards Dream. "Don't overreact."

Dream is, in fact, clutching a singular heavy book, and looks like he's just about to hurl it, except that Dream would never do something so undignified as that, Hob thinks.

Dream hurls the book at Crowley.

Or not.

Crowley catches it against his chest, stumbling back with the weight. "I do not accept," spits Dream, each word the strike of a nail, "surreptitious rummaging in my library."

"Oh come on," says Crowley, tossing the book to Aziraphale, who's just caught up to him and who catches it with a surprised little umph! sound. Crowley makes a shooing sort of go on, run gesture to Aziraphale, which he doesn't heed. "It's not like I was going to burn the place down. You're just prejudiced against demons."

"I am prejudiced against thieves," hisses Dream. Hob finally reaches his side before he can throw another book or something, lays a hand on Dream's arm. Though all he's really thinking is, demons?!

"Crowley," Aziraphale admonishes. "Please tell me you did not." He finally looks at the cover of the book, and gasps. "Crowley."

Crowley shrugs. "You wanted it, he had it."

Hob frowns, confused. "You don't need to steal from The Library. It's not a museum. Just go in and buy it." Not that Hob's ever actually paid for any of Dream's books.

Both Crowley and Aziraphale turn to him. "One could not simply give away such an artifact," says Aziraphale, caressing the book's leatherbound cover.

"Least not for a steep price," says Crowley, which evidently justifies his trying to swipe it. "I won't be beholden to the likes of you." He points at Dream.

Dream looks affronted. "Now who is prejudiced?"

"Let's back up," Hob says, unsure how he became the voice of reason here. He still has a hand wrapped around Dream's arm, it's grounding after the way Dream had just vanished on him. "What happened? Dream-- I tried to come over and you were just gone." The empty room past The Library doorway is going to continue to be nightmare fuel.

Dream makes an apologetic little sound. "I apologize. I closed all access to The Library for its protection. As it turned out, my assessment of the threat was overstated." He glares at Crowley and adds, darkly, "I thought you were from the school board. Breaking in in the dead of night like so."

Hob momentarily gets stuck on the fact that Dream considers the local school board a greater threat than an actual demon from hell.

"Which," Dream continues, "was utterly unnecessary. You could have simply come to The Library as a visitor and sought out what you were looking for. It would have been granted."

"Oh, so I was just supposed to know you actually sell your books?"

"The books will find their rightful recipients," Dream says stiffly.

"Crowley, you have been very rude," says Aziraphale, though he hasn't given up the book, "I think you should apologize."

"Eh," says Crowley, waving this off. Hob supposes it wouldn't really be given to demons to apologize for things. "You apologize if you really want to."

Aziraphale turns to Dream with a sigh. "I am sorry for my companion's behavior. And... grateful for the book."

Dream nods solemnly at him. It seems his ire does not extend to Aziraphale.

Crowley leans back on his heels, closer to Aziraphale. "Mayyybee we should go now."

Aziraphale nods. "Quite." He tips his head at Dream, and then at Hob. "Thank you for your hospitality, Hob."

Then he turns and hurries away, Crowley slinking along beside him. As they leave, Hob hears Aziraphale admonish, "Do you know how few booksellers there are with truly rare volumes? We cannot afford to make such enemies."

"Yeah, you're welcome, angel."

"...Thank you."

Hob shakes his head in bemusement and turns back to Dream. He takes both of Dream's arms in his hands now, holding onto him, looking him over. Unable to fully vanish the lingering panic of The Library just being gone. "Are you alright? I was... worried. When you disappeared."

"I am annoyed," Dream huffs, like it's a greater point of suffering than any actual injury. Then he leans in close to Hob, pressing a hand to his chest. "I apologize. I did not intend to cause you distress. I had to shut the doors rather quickly, but I hoped to resolve the issue before you had cause to visit The Library."

"It's alright, love. I'm just glad you're okay." He kisses Dream, tentative for how new this all still is. Tastes lightning on his lips. Dream hums with pleasure.

When they pull apart, Hob wraps an arm around Dream's back, starts leading him back towards the cafe, or perhaps just to Hob's flat above. Tea solves everything. "So. The school board, eh?"

Dream sighs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. "They are enthusiastic about banning books."

Hob pulls him against his side, kisses his temple. "Dream against the world."

Dream grumbles, but leans his head on Hob's shoulder, and despite the many strange things of today Hob is going to have to internalize, he feels all soft inside at the gesture.

"Don't worry," he says, "next time your many enemies come calling, just yell and I'll create a diversion."

"And be waiting with tea after I've dealt with them?"

"Got it in one."

As they reach the door to the cafe, Dream turns his head to kiss Hob's shoulder. "You are good to me, Hob Gadling."

And Hob will keep being so. Even when the next strange thing happens.

#hob: yep. same shit as always #idk in what type school boards do or don't exist in the uk maybe that's just an american thing #also realized i never named Hob's cafe lol. i guess now it's just called The Cafe. like The Library #fitting for a man who named his tavern The New Inn #bookstore cryptid dream #my writing #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #ask #lunaris1013 #good omens #crowley #aziraphale

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skiller0dani · 1 year

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The Noble House of Gaunt | Part 2

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angst | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 3.1k summary | Sebastian is determined to make Ominis see reason, even if it means doing something Ominis told him specifically not to do.

Genuine question, I've been seeing some Sebastian smut on Tumblr but haven't seen any for Ominis. If I dabbled in smut for Ominis, is this something that would make people uncomfortable? I threw in a tiny bit of spice into this one, just to see how it's received.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Blurb

You were determined to make it through the entire day without falling apart. It had been nearly a month since Ominis broke up with you, and while you weren't trying to keep track it was hard to forget the day your heart was ripped out. Thankfully you hadn't seen Ominis with any other girls, you don't think your heart could bear the sight. You've also seen Sebastian trailing after Ominis the last few weeks, you hope they've made up. The thought of Sebastian being all alone hurts your heart, but worse than that imagining Ominis on his own made your chest tighten. You know you shouldn't care how he's feeling after what he did, but you do. You can't help it, you love him.

Truthfully, the last few weeks have felt odd. You swore you caught someone eyeing you from afar multiple times, and there were moments in class where the hairs on the back of your neck rose- as if someone was watching you. You felt like you were slowly getting paranoid, perhaps being hunted by Ranrok and Rookwood for the entirety of 5th Year had some lasting effects.

You tried not to think about Ominis, but he was starting to worry you. He's spent most of the last month stalking around the halls looking like a ticking time bomb, his jaw clenched and a rather unfriendly expression on his face. Most of the school knew you two had broken up, being the Hero of Hogwarts unfortunately more people than you were comfortable with knew your business. People avoided Ominis in the corridors more than they usually did, turning and scurrying away at the sight of him. He'd been far more snappy than usual, especially with poor Sebastian who seemed to be receiving the brunt of Ominis's anger. Yet he continued to trail after Ominis everywhere he went, you wondered why.

Nighttime was the worst, when you would close your eyes and drift off into a dream you didn't want to wake up from. Dreams of Ominis plagued you. You'd dream of you two lying in a meadow somewhere, book in your hand as you read to him like you used to. He'd eventually push the book out of your hands, slowly lowering his lips onto yours. You'd feel the heat of his body, the feel of his hands running down your side. He'd press his forehead against yours when he needed to part for air, and the second you'd taken a few deep breathes you would pull him in to kiss you again. Life felt perfect, the beautiful flowers, the warm summer breeze.

Then you'd wake up, and be in your bed in the dungeons. It was pure agony.

However, being awake was almost worse. At least in a dream you could allow yourself to get lost in the fantasy for a while. Trick your subconscious into believing the dream was real, that everything else was just a nightmare. Life felt like a nightmare, you wished you knew when this pain would end. Or at least get easier, but each second feels harder than the last. You can't believe he did this to you, and you want to be angry so bad but you miss him so much. You long desperately for him, and it outweighs any anger you may harbor towards him. You're silently crying out for him, he's the only one for you.

You wondered if he missed you, if he regret what happened...or if he just regret even being with you. He was so damn good at masking his emotions it was almost maddening trying to figure him out. He always looked indifferent, or irritated. Most of the times you'd caught him looking irritated, Sebastian was somewhere nearby. You wondered if Sebastian took Ominis's anger without complaint to punish himself, his own way of making amends. You know Ominis still cares for Sebastian, he wouldn't be so cross with him if he didn't. You hoped he still cared for you like you cared for him.

You feel pathetic, Ominis ripped your heart out and yet here you are yearning for him like a lovesick school girl. You've thought about talking to him, trying to mend your relationship to the point of friendship at least. But he's completely shutting you out, won't go anywhere near you and somehow he always knows you're in the room even though he can't see. You cannot possibly fathom what you did to make him hate you so much, you just wanted him back.

Ominis had just about had enough with Sebastian's incessant nagging. Ominis had believed he made it clear to Sebastian that he didn't care for his company and yet Sebastian would not leave him alone. He mostly talked about you, bugged Ominis to tell you the truth. To apologize, to fix your relationship. Sebastian doesn't understand, for your safety Ominis can't fix your relationship, he must leave it broken. He thought of you often, all day every day in fact. Thought of the sound of your laugh, his favorite sound in the whole world. Thought of your surprised gasp when he whispered something far too inappropriate to say out loud. He wished he could see your face flush, but hearing you shift and wriggle in your chair was enough to satisfy him.

"Ominis you can't continue like this. You're being cruel, surely your family will give up on this eventually-"

"You underestimate their hatred for Muggleborns."

"No I'm pretty sure I don't, I think you underestimate our ability to keep her safe." Sebastian stated firmly.

"We're two 16 year old's, how on Earth could we keep her safe?" Ominis fired back.

"Y/N and I literally took down a troll last year, multiple times! Not to mention the fact that she singlehandedly faced Ranrok and prevailed..." Sebastian trailed off, watching Ominis's expression shift from annoyed to irritated.

"Not to mention, her and Natty dismantled Harlow's empire by themselves."

"Sebastian-"

"And her and Poppy saved a dragon from an undercover dragon fighting ring filled with poachers who were actively hunting them."

"Sebastian enough!" Ominis snapped, his voice raising. His family is far more viscous than any one of those people. They would make it personal, torture her slowly. They'd humiliate her while they did it, and Ominis didn't even want to consider what Marvolo's idea of 'playing' was. The thought made a red haze of anger surround him, he quickly shook the thought away. No, this was safer.

"I am never going to tell her the truth, and neither will you. I love her, don't you understand that? What would you do for the woman you love? I will give up having a future with her to ensure that she even gets a future at all." Ominis said firmly, his tone unwavering. Sebastian watches dejectedly as Ominis walks away and he knows that Ominis is never going to change his mind. He could never convince Ominis of anything anyway, the only person who ever got through to him was you. You're the only reason Sebastian found the Scriptorium at all, and Ominis still hasn't forgiven Sebastian for even suggesting the idea of using the Cruciatus curse on you. Sebastian knew that you would have to cast it on him, or else Ominis would never forgive him for as long as he lives.

Ominis cannot be convinced because he is being driven by love, and it's only love that could change his mind. Sebastian knows what he has to do, but he knows doing so will dash any chance at Ominis ever forgiving him. Sebastian wants you two to be happy, Ominis needs you. So he'll give up any chance of getting his best friend back, if it means he gets to make his best friend happy. He needs to tell you the truth, whether Ominis liked it or not.

Ominis had already endured 3 more visits from his Mother, who cared about this more than his Father and Marvolo did. She was obsessed with the idea of controlling Ominis, of him being her perfect little boy filled with cruelty and hatred like his siblings. He was far too kind for her liking, and she blamed it on you. You softened his heart, crawled in like a disease and poisoned him. For that, she is simply itching at the chance to make you pay. Ominis has barely been able to hold her back, emotionlessly convincing her you're not worth her energy. Y/N is too high risk, he'd tell her. Someone will notice if she goes missing. Luckily his mother seemed to believe him so far but he wasn't sure how long he could keep her away.

He knew she lingered around, and it worried him how easily she could get into the school. If she could get in that easy, she could get to you quite easily. Whenever she wanted. It put Ominis in a constant state of panic. Why did he have to fall in love with you? When is he ever going to learn that as long as he is a Gaunt, he will never truly be free. He wished he was, he so desperately longed for you. For your touch, your warmth, the soft kisses you'd give him in the late hours of the night.

It was well past the hours he should be in bed and yet Ominis sat in the common room, on that couch in front of the fireplace you two spent ample time. He heard your footsteps approaching, and he always knew it was you. You carefully approached him, noticing that for once he isn't practically running to get away from you. Maybe he's beginning to forgive you for whatever it is you did to wrong him. You know he was lying when he said there was another, you would have seen her with him by now. But the person he's spent the most time with was Sebastian.

"Can we talk? Please?" You asked softly, fulling expecting him to harshly turn you away. Much to your surprise he gives you a small nod, sliding over to give you space to sit next to him. You carefully lower yourself on the couch next to him, admiring his side profile shamlessly. He was beautiful in every way, though you noticed dark bags under his eyes. He looked paler than usual as well, nearly sickly.

"You're staring." He quipped, making your cheeks burn as you avert your eyes. Somehow he always knew when you were admiring him, you swear it has something to do with his wand.

"Um, I just wanted to apologize." You whisper, catching him entirely off guard. You want to apologize to him?

"What on Earth for?" Ominis asks incrediously, the fact that you believe you did something wrong is ludicrous.

"I know you aren't seeing anyone else Ominis, and yet you broke up with me. I must have done something wrong, something unforgivable to upset you. So I'm sorry, my love I'm so sorry. Please I can't take this anymore, I need us to be okay-"

"My heart, you didn't do anything wrong." Ominis can't stop himself, hearing your voice thicken with tears has him leaning forward. His hands cup your cheeks, brushing away tears with his thumbs. You were so close he could feel your labored breathing fanning over his face. He shouldn't be doing this, he should not be doing this. But he can't stop. With you he is entirely out of control, and he closes the gap between you with fervor. You sigh contentedly against his lips, the sound making heat simmer in his lower belly. You press yourself against him tighter, your hands landing on his shoulders. You want to slide onto his lap, to rock against him and paw at his robes until they have all been removed. But Ominis pulls away all too soon, running a stressed hand through his hair as he stands.

"My love I wish I could make you understand but I can't. We can't be together, not now...not ever. I'm sorry, this- this can never happen again." Ominis gasps, looking upset with himself. Your chest tightens, you want so badly to know why he's doing this. Something happened the day he broke up with you, something that scared him so bad he pushed you as far as he could.

"Ominis please don't-" but he is already walking away. Already halfway to his dorm room. You feel tears burning your eyes as you collapse onto the couch. You rest your head in your hands, softly crying.

Sebastian was determined to fix this. He had spent most of the previous night holding you while you cried, insisting that Ominis still loves you- that he was doing this because he loves you. He can't stand by as your heart breaks, he can't do nothing and bothering Ominis about it isn't working. So he was heading to the astronomy tower, where you spent quite a bit of time stargazing. He climbed the stairs and sure enough there you were, with Amit's old telescope, gazing up at the sky. Sebastian needed to tell you the truth, because it was obvious Ominis wasn't going to.

"Y/N? There's something I need to tell you." Sebastian says, cutting right to the chase. You turn in surprise, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"I know the real reason Ominis broke up with you." He starts, effectively catching your attention. You lean against the railing, so that's what he's been talking to Ominis about recently.

"Do you remember what I told you last year, about Ominis's family?"

You nod.

"They visited him the day he broke up with you, threatened to torture you if he didn't end it. His Mother has been visiting him this past month, constantly checking to make sure he doesn't get back together with you." Sebastian explained and suddenly it all made sense. Fear also struck you, you're a Muggle. You know what his family does to Muggles and so does Ominis- nobody knows it better than Ominis. That's why he's been pushing you away, why he's been avoiding you, why he said there was another. This whole time he's been protecting you.

"Oh Ominis..." Your voice trails off sadly, you love him so much. More than words could describe. You need to find him, now.

"Where is he?" You ask Sebastian, who has a sly smile making it's way onto his face.

"He might be torturing himself in the library trying to avoid you..." He trails off, fighting off a grin as you rush down the stairs leaving your telescope behind. He'll make sure to grab it for you and give it back later.

You run through the castle, trying to get to the library as fast as you can. You love that idiot and nothing he does will change that. He may stay away to keep you safe but you'd rather die than live an entire lifetime without him. Being without him is worse than death, worse than the Cruciatus curse. You fly down the stairs to the library, noticing it's mostly dark and deserted- save for a flicker of light coming from the top level. Your heart flutters in your chest, Ominis. You immediately make your way up the winding stairs and towards the light, where you see Ominis reading a braille book with a candle lit next to him. Hearing footsteps behind him causes Ominis to stand, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N?" He could tell it was you by the scent of your strawberry shampoo. You barely give Ominis a chance to understand what's going on when you lightly shove him backwards against the bookcase. His bodyweight lands on the small desk built into the bottom of the shelf and you step between his legs, pressing your lips against his suddenly. His hands find your hips, holding them tightly against his. Your lips move languidly against his, moaning softly when you firmly press your body against his. You have been longing for him, your body yearning for him for so long that you feel nearly ravenous.

Ominis's hand slides around your back as you continue to kiss him, one of your hands trailing down the front of his body to palm him through his pants. Ominis gasps sharply, pulling back from you. Feeling your warm body pressed tightly against his, your hips shifting against his to generate friction, was nearly too much for him.

"What are you-"

"Sebastian told me the truth Ominis. I know why you broke up with me." You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. You eye his lips, you want to feel them on you everywhere.

Sebastian, has he ever been capable of keeping a damn secret?

"My love then you know why we can't be together." He says softly, running a hand through your hair.

"We haven't been doing a very good job at that Ominis..." You tease lightly, reveling in the light chuckle he lets out.

"We were doing fine until you pounced on me like a wild animal." A teasing grin was on his face, it made your insides turn molten.

"You started it! In the common room, remember?" You ask him tenderly, and he nods with a smile.

"How could I ever forget?" He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, which you don't think he did intentionally. It set your insides ablaze anyway. You try to press your lips against his again, but his hands hold you back.

"Ominis please." You beg shamelessly, it nearly tips him over the edge. Your voice sounds so desperate and needy, he's never heard you sound like this before. It's driving him crazy.

"Sweetheart, we can't." He insists, hearing you whine in frustration.

"I don't care about your stupid family Ominis, I love you. I want to be with you regardless of the danger. I need you please..." You beg again, feeling a heartbeat from between your thighs. You've never needed him more than you do right now.

"I love you too darling, but we still can't right now. Not until I've had a chance to get rid of my Mother." He explains and you swear you could cry. He can feel the heat from between your legs, can feel your hammering heartbeat.

"You can't leave me in this condition, that would be so cruel." You whine, and Ominis laughs lightly.

"I'm sorry my love, I'll make it up to you soon I promise." Ominis presses a long kiss to your lips, and you try to deepen it- to entice him to stay with you until you're whining and cumming around him. But he doesn't, he pulls away and gently moves you off him. He gives you a smile before raising his wand and rushing down the stairs, presumably to find his Mother. You smile to yourself, you're just happy to have him back.

He was right about one thing, both you and Sebastian have seriously underestimated how passionately Ominis's Mother hates Muggles.

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ichorai · 8 months

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afterlife ; yelena belova.

track eleven of BROKEN MACHINE.

sequel to the scientist & the assassin.

pairing ; yelena belova & gn!reader (platonic), natasha romanoff x spouse!reader

synopsis ; her sister was dead. she’d lost everyone she’d ever known. and she didn’t know you—at least not as well as she’d like to know her sister’s spouse, but yelena wanted to try. that was the least she could do.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; angst, mild fluff

warnings / includes ; talks of death, set after events of endgame and hawkeye series, grief and angst, liho cameo & hawkeye/kate mention, someone pls give yelena a hug rn :( also it isn't mentioned anywhere in the fic but i'm a yelena aroace truther so pls don't read into their relationship as anything but platonic !!

a/n ; sorry i haven't posted anything in sooo long </3 life's been tough :( but i hit 7.8k followers and that's just so crazy to me, thank you for sticking around !! (i still haven't finished my 6k milestone this is sickening)

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There was a ridiculous sort of homeliness to the stout little house Yelena stood in front of. Long plants dangled from the slanted roofs, and the bulbous lamp hanging by the door glowed a merry shade of amber. Even the doormat was endearing, a shoddy brown scratcher with a black imprint of a cat’s paw in the center. Yelena wiped the soles of her combat boots against it, blowing out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Places like this—places that reeked of home and warmth—they weren’t made for people like her. At least, that was what she was conditioned into believing her entire life. People like her didn’t deserve to have a home.

But her sister had broken the cycle. She’d escaped. They were one and the same as children—a statue and its shadow—and yet they’d gone down vastly different paths in life. Natasha found a new family, she’d found love, she’d found a home. What did Yelena have?

And that’s what made it all the stranger for Yelena to be standing in front of this little house. A part of her was afraid that if she stepped inside, it would crumble apart in front of her.

It was her sister’s home, and yet she was afraid to linger. The house that her sister used to live in before she… before…

Yelena screwed her lips off to the side and bit the inside of her cheek.

Before she could change her mind, she rapped her knuckles against the polished wood of the door thrice. Two more times after that for good measure. The doorbell was right there, Yelena noticed a little too late.

When the entrance creaked open, the blonde had to grit her teeth and keep her feet planted, because a large part of her wanted to turn and run. Yelena Belova had been on the run for a large part of her life. So much of her childhood was lost to the wind of discreet cars and disguises. She couldn’t stomach the idea of facing something real and something true.

Your face peered out from behind the door, features curious and softened with exhaust. For a moment, she could see the scientist in you: the way your gaze darted all over her, searching for clues as to who she was. Trying to piece together the puzzle that was Yelena Belova.

Quite a few pieces were missing from that puzzle. Yelena was sure it’d never be complete, really.

“Hello. I’m sorry, who are you?” you asked, brows cinching together.

You were beautiful, even with the fatigue weighing over your shoulders, even with the tender skin beneath your eyes that darkened with tears and lost sleep. Yelena could see why her sister loved you so much.

When the blonde in front of you whispered her name, you took a slight step back. From shock or from fear, Yelena couldn’t quite tell.

A spark of recognition danced over your countenance. You’d seen faded pictures of your wife and her sister when they were children. She had the same eyes as that child. The same hair, the same nose, the same lips. But people change, faces morph, and personalities are discarded. You could never be too careful. After all—your wife was a widow.

“Prove it,” you murmured.

Yelena leveled her eyes with you. Then, she let out the shrill, two-toned whistle. The one Natasha would do to signal to you, to Clint, to her loved ones.

A lump formed in your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stepped to the side and muttered a quiet apology, inviting her to come into your home.

Yelena stomped her boots against the welcome mat twice, not wanting to be a rude guest by tracking mud all over the floors, and slipped into the house. Her sister’s home.

There were fragments of Natasha everywhere. In the framed pictures, in her initials embroidered into the handcloths in the kitchen, in the rows of linguistic books lining the bookshelves.

You were anxiously twisting your hands together, studying the way Yelena took everything in. Noticing that her eyes were lingering on the books, you ventured to tell her, “She was learning Arabic. During the Blip, that is. Got pretty decent at it, actually.”

Before she could think of a reply, maybe a rather petty retort that Yelena already knew Arabic, a curious meow broke her attention away from you, down to the ground. There was a little black cat pattering its way to her, eyes shining and ears pricked.

“You have a cat?” she murmured, lowering herself to her knees so she could reach out and ruffle its small head.

“Liho was Nat’s birthday present. Well, one of her presents,” you said, a faint smile twitching the corner of your lips at the memory of the failed collapsible motorbike. There was a brief moment of silence, all quiet except for Liho’s pleased purring. “You want a cup of tea?” you eventually asked, gesturing to the kitchen.

She gave you a nod, and you whisked away, grateful for something to occupy yourself with. Yelena found herself studying the house more—the pictures, the mirrors, the lights. It all screamed her sister.

Some of the photos had famous Avengers on them, and Yelena couldn’t help but smile. Her sister, the famous Avenger who saved the world. Her eyes flickered over to you as you brought out a teapot and two mugs. A part of her wondered what you were doing when Natasha had died. Were you off saving the world, too? You murmured something under your breath as you scuttled back to the kitchen to fetch some sugar.

“Please, take a seat,” you said kindly, gesturing to the chair across from you. You poured the drink for her and slid it over the table for her to take. Yelena dropped three cubes of sugar into the mug with an appreciative hum. “So, uh… what happened? Were you—were you blipped?”

“Yes,” she sighed out, blowing at the far-too-hot drink over the brim of the mug. “Five years of life, gone in a blink of an eye. You?”

The two of you watched each other for some time. She lifted the cup to drink, finally. It was damn good tea. There was a citrusy, lemony sort of flavor to it.

“I was part of the half that stayed. Nat and I… we were lucky to have each other. She buried herself in her work. I had—I mean, I didn’t really have work to do anymore. Not with most people I used to work for gone.” After a longer pause, you tilted your head. “Natasha searched everywhere for you. Everywhere. She never—she never stopped looking.”

A lump formed in Yelena’s throat.

“Yeah?” she murmured.

“Yeah.” A tear slipped down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, you smiled. “She loved you so much, Yelena.”

She sucked a cold breath through her gritted teeth and sniffled. “What was she like?”

There were a few seconds of silence. You pondered on her question for quite some time. How were you supposed to summarize your entire world in just a few sentences?

“She was incredible. In every way, really. Smart, beautiful, funny, level-headed. But most of all, she was kind. I think that’s what threw a lot of people off about her. They know she’s an ex-assassin, and she’s not exactly a trusting person… and I guess it’s easy to make assumptions about her with just that. But she was so kind.” You had to pause to swallow around the lump in your throat. “She was patient and understanding. For her to… to sacrifice everything and leave the universe while saving it—that’s the Natasha I know.”

Yelena blew her nose into a tissue when you pushed a box of Kleenex towards her. “I’m here because of her. She’s… she’s a hero.”

“She is.”

With a watery laugh, Yelena said through her tears, “I tried to kill her friend. Your friend, too, I’m guessing. Clint Barton. I was told that he killed her.”

A grim expression flickered over your face as you pursed your lips. “Yeah. He told me. Didn’t sound too happy over the phone. But… he’s doing alright. Has his own little sidekick now, from what I gathered during the call.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena said with a mirthful glint to her eyes. “She hit me in the face, you know.”

You arched a brow. “Did you deserve it?”

Yelena frowned and lifted a shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “Probably.”

The two of you grinned at each other, cheeks damp.

Then, her beam melted away. “I didn’t want to believe that Natasha was selfish enough to sacrifice herself to save half of the entire world. Ironic, right?”

You traced the rim of your mug with a finger. “I remember the day it happened. They each came back from the past in a blink of an eye. Except the space beside Clint was empty. Steve caught me before I could fall to the ground when I realized what she’d done.”

“All these powerful heroes,” Yelena whispered. Her voice warbled and swayed, like a feather amidst a hurricane. “And the one that saved the universe was my big sister. She had no powers. Just her and her stupidly big heart.”

“And decades of training,” you added on.

“Yeah. That, too.” Yelena’s shoulders began to shake. “I just miss her so much.”

Abandoning your drink, you got up from the table and stepped to Yelena, pulling her into a warm hug. She began to tremble harder under your grip, winding her arms around you, seeking solace in your warmth.

“She missed you, too,” you murmured. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over you. “I hope you know that you’re always welcome here, Yelena. You’re my sister now, too.”

After a second, Yelena sputtered an apology and slumped back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. “Sorry. I’m so bad at this. Emotions and all that crap.”

“That’s okay,” you told her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Yelena could see why Natasha loved you so much. You were kind like her.

“I grew up in a fake family. None of it was ever real, even if it felt like it was. But Natasha… she was always real to me. Now that she’s gone, the only real part of my life went with her, as well. And you—you’re real. Real to Natasha. And I… I know we just met, but I want you to be real for me, too. Not only as my sister’s spouse, but… as a friend, a sibling. I’d like to try.”

You gave her a warm smile, and reached out to pat her cheek twice, wiping the dampness away with your thumb. “I’d like that, Yelena.”

The two of you embraced again, and she nearly burst into tears upon realizing that you were the first person she’d hugged since she was blipped away.

“Did Natasha ever tell you how she broke my nose when we were kids?” she asked into the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing.

You pulled away with a skeptical gaze. “She told me you broke your own nose.”

The blonde laughed, low and chesty. “Man, do I have a lot of stories to tell you.”

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allthelovehes · 2 months

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Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

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A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

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When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

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Cruel Intentions (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, mafia!Jungkook

Warning: yandere themes, manipulation, oral sex (f receiving), wax play, fingering,

Word Count: 10, 793

Description: Jin receives news of your whereabouts.

"It's been months. Have you found anything of her?"

Jin was growing restless. Jungkook was working his nerves now. Izumi had gotten in contact with him, stating that the girls at the brothel could no longer serve Jungkook because of his behavior. He was far too rough with them, degrading and physically harming them, as well. To think Jungkook was banned - part owner of the same Brothel - was ridiculous. He hadn't seen Jungkook much since their last meeting - the man dodged them like the plague, but he couldn't blame him. He was hurting and missing his wife - lashing out, distracting himself with work and the abuse of the brothel workers was his evidence.

Akio releases a sigh. He leans back into his chair inside Jin's office. He had a break into the case that was Jeon Y/N. She wasn't an easy target to look for - she had no phone, no credit or debit cards to track. Her fingerprints haven't been identified anywhere and her social security hasn't been pinged. It was as though she disappeared from the face of the earth.

For months Akio scoured Korea for any and everything he could find. He was a renowned investigator getting paid billions of won to find a girl that didn't want to be found - it was clear as day. Yet, the money he was offered by Bangtan told him that this wasn't just any girl they were looking for - and that put his money on the line if he couldn't find her. He was far determined to find the missing woman. So he had, for months now.

The job wasn't easy and Akio lived off of cigarettes, coffee and red-bull. The last thing he'd expected was for him to find a lead into the investigation while he was out buying said cigarettes at a local convenience store. A young man appears, greeting the store owner. He looks around the shop at nothing at all, but Akio doesn't pay enough attention to the man. It wasn't until he heard the shop owner speak with him did his interest peak.

"How's your girl?" the shop owner asked, scanning out the snacks the man was buying.

"A-Ah, my girl. You mean Y/N?" the man laughs nervously, a blush staining his cheeks. "She's good. I'm getting these for her now." the boy lifts a few snacks in his hands.

The shop owner nods. "Got to keep them happy. Happy wife, happy life."

The man could do nothing but laugh.

Akio doesn't manage to buy the cigarettes. There was a break in his case and he was determined to find out who this Y/N person was - even if it wasn't you. He follows the boy close by, he walks on foot. He makes sure he's a few yards away from him to not draw attention. Around ten minutes of tailing the man, he arrives at a small home, the grass tall as if to hide from outsiders.

Akio's car windows were tinted and the road was quiet. He stood out in the small country-side town. He drives past just as the man enters his home, but he vows he would return.

Akio does return the following night, camera in his hands. He wears all black to not be caught in snooping. The windows were cracked and curtains drawn and he had a clear view inside the small home. There weren't many neighboring homes, so it was possibly normal for them to leave the curtains open.

Akio snaps as many pictures as he could from the shadows, zooming in on you and the familiar man from the convenience store. The two of you spoke freely, not far touchy feely as he thought you would be. Nonetheless, you were the woman he was searching for - the picture Jin has given him confirming your identity.

"She's a tough one to find. Found her off of pure luck." Akio admits. "If she would've changed her name, we'd never find her." He throws down the envelope onto the mans desks.

Jin doesn't waste any time in snatching the envelope and ripping it open. He scans the photographs, eyes wide and mouth gaping. It was you - smiling, a pure smile at the unfamiliar man. You appeared comfortable and content - Jungkook wouldn't like that.

"Where is she?" Jin stammers. He needed you back as soon as possible - Jungkook's sanity and the woman at the Brothel depended on it.

Akio hums. He crosses his arms. "That'll be extra."

Jin glares at the man. He slams the photos back down onto his desk. "What's your price?"

"100 million won." Akio shrugs.

"For an address?" Jin rolls his eyes. "I'll give you 50 million."

"Deal." Akio smirks. It was easier to start big and make your way down.

Jin's heart was fluttering. He managed to find you and soon, you'll be home. He won't know how Jungkook would react to this information, but his rampage would be done once he has you with him.

"What about the baby?" Jin ponders as Akio was half way out the door, address written down on a piece of paper on Jin's desk.

"There wasn't one." Akio shrugs."Didn't seem like there were any kids in the house at all. Far too quiet."

Jin frowns. He sees Akio out. He knew for a fact that you were pregnant upon leaving and now he ponders if you went through with the pregnancy or did you terminate it. Maybe you did go through with it, but decided it was best left in the care of others. jin's mind wanders to the worse, that maybe the baby didn't survive past the birthing process.

Jin wouldn't tell Jungkook of your pregnancy. It was a secret he was going to take to the grave with him - and could only hope Yoongi would, as well. If there was indeed no baby with you, then he could just show Jungkook the evidence of you being alive. He'd give his dongsaeng your whereabouts and soon his brother would be happy again.

You hold the strappy heels in your hands, the soles of your foot aching. You were unsure how long you were running until your mind told you that you were far from the restaurant. You took alley ways and back roads - probably not the safest option, however you'd rather not be caught by Jae-beom or any of Jungkook's men. You stepped upon the familiar steps of your sisters home. Your fist knocked along the wooden door, hearing footsteps from behind it. Ye-Rim peaks behind the door, and upon realizing it was you, she yanks it open. "Where the hell have you been?" she hisses. "I've been calling you for 2 weeks!"

You walk past her, dropping your heels by the entrance of the door. You let out a sigh or relief - you've made it.

"Where did you come from all dressed up?" Ye-Rim closes the door behind her, locking it before turning. "And sweaty."

"Can I talk about it later?" you huff. You wanted nothing more than to take a nap, exhaustion from running and the last week taking over you. "Where's Soo-ah?" you ask your sister, not seeing your niece anywhere. Usually by now she would've jumped onto you.

"At a friend's." your sister watches as you throw her a nod and walk down the hall to your nieces room. The familiar decked out room - even for a nine year old - was comforting. You don't waste time plopping down onto her bed, the stuffed animals and mountains of pillows hugging you. "You better wash her sheets when you're done!"

You do when you wake hours later. Soo-ah is jumping on you, startling you. She claims that she's happy to see you and you finally came to have the slumber party she has been waiting for. After you wash her sheets, Ye-Rim, Soo-ah and you gather around the dinner table. Soo-ah rambles on and on about nothing in particular. Her friends, whatever shows she enjoys, the music she listens to. It's refreshing to see and hear a child be happy with the life they live - you've been far too consumed in adulthood that you youself wished you were still a naive child.

Your sister doesn't question your stay with her - not even as a week passes. She enjoys your company. You wake up early to get breakfast done for her, yourself and Soo-ah. The girl doesn't have school due to break, so having someone to entertain her while Ye-Rim worked seemed like a win-win, after all since you were her aunt. By the time Ye-Rim was home, it was as if your energy never faded. You managed to keep up with Soo-ah and clean around the house - either by cooking or having food delivered to the home. You were just grateful to finally be away from Jungkook.

You haven't been outside much. You knew at this point you don't have a job at the grocery store and being caught at your apartment was far too risky. You were unsure if Jungkook was back or not, but you knew for sure that he had men looking for you. You were thankful that he doesn't know your back story enough to find you at your sister's home. In due time, you believe he would give up and your life would go back to normal - you'd eventually find a job and save for another apartment and start a new life.

However, with your luck, nothing ever goes as planned. You were brushing your teeth when your niece came barging in - she never knew personal boundaries. You furrow a brow as she dances around you, a small smile on her lips. "I know something you don't." she sing-songs.

You wash your mouth and release a snort. "What is that?" you entertain her.

"You have a boyfriend!" she laughs and before you can question her further, she's already running down the hall.

You follow behind her, heart pumping and eyes wide. You make it to the sitting room where you are sure your breathing stops.

Ye-Rim is smiling wide at him - Jungkook. Her eyes is gleaming as if he is Prince Charming himself, enchanting her with whatever bullshit he has made her believe.

Jungkook smiles at you, a familiar glint of mischeif in his eyes. He stands, you noticed the bouquet of roses in his hands. He's wearing casual clothing - a loose fitted grey sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was fluffy and wavy and if you would've met this Jungkook prior to the man in dark suits, you'd think he came straight from a college dorm. His casual appearance makes him appear younger and more innocent.

"Baby." Jungkook's deep voice reaches your ears and all you can do is release a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. You can come home whenever you like."

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?!" Ye-Rim scolds, her eyes glaring at you. "He came here frantically looking for you!"

You don't respond, unable to. Jungkook was the last person you'd expect to see. How he managed to find you was beyond yourself right now, and all you did know was that whatever he told your sister wasn't the truth.

"You left your phone at home and when you didn't come home for a few days I thought you..." Jungkook lowers his eyes to the ground. "...called off the engagement."

"Engagement?" Ye-Rim squeals, so does Soo-ah, the young girl far too engrossed in the conversation than she should be. "Y/L Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you are engaged?!"

Jungkook places the bouquet of flowers onto the coffee table. He rummages through his pockets and takes out a small, rectangular shaped box. Your stomach feels queasy as he opens it, the diamonds shining almost blindly when he holds it out for you. "I changed the ring to something better just for you, baby." he smiles, the smiling mocking you as he steps forward. "I want only the best for you as my fiance."

Soo-ah gasps, she's never seen so many diamonds before in her 9 years of living. Ye-Rim's never had either, and she was nearing her 30's.

You were ready to faint - your head was spinning and your stomach felt queasy. Your sister knew nothing of your relationship with Jungkook and you wished it remained that way. You didn't want to fight him in front of her or Soo-ah; Jungkook was unpredictable and the last thing you needed was for him to threaten or hurt them in any way. The fact that he has made himself known and got your sister to like him was a form of manipulation - it had to be!

Jungkook's in front of you now. His dark eyes scan your expression. He shows you the ring, his eyes flicking to it to you. "Put it on." he murmurs to you, inaudible to the watching eyes of your sister and niece. "I'll deal with your punishment later, baby. We can't have my sister-in-law and niece thinking anything is wrong."

You wished you'd ran farther away - somewhere he'd never find you. Now that he knew where your sister resided, the constant fear of him hurting her or Soo-ah remained in your mind. He had you where he wanted you - frightened to ever leave him again.

You allow Jungkook to slide the ring upon your finger. The size was a perfect fit and you could do nothing but allow his arms to wrap around you. He was excited to have you back with him, even if you were sure he'd give you hell later on.

"I apologise," Jungkook releases from his hug and pulls you closer, arms around your waist. He turns towards your sister. "for coming unannounced. I went to see Se-hun-hyung and he suggested she'd be here."

Your throat runs dry. He's seen Se-hun...your brother. That means he knows much more than he led on. He speaks of Se-hun as if he was well acquainted with him. You knew for a fact that Se-hun never met Jungkook prior to now and the fact that this man had enough power to find you with little resources tells you that escaping him would never be easy - not wen he was determined to keep you so close.

"It's no problem." Ye-Rim smiles at him. Her eyes glance towards you. "Are you alright, Y/N?"

You feel Jungkook's hand squeeze your waist. His lips kiss your temple and all you could do is nod and offer a fake smile. "Just...overwhelmed." you say lowly. Of course, it had nothing to do with being a fiance like your sister assumed, but had everything to do with you being stuck with Jungkook for who knows however long.

"I would love to have you for dinner tonight." Jungkook says, a smile on his lips. "I've already invited your other siblings to our engagement dinner." Jungkook glances down at you and tilts his head. "If you'd like...we can let the kids play in the pool for a bit while the adults speak."

"You have a pool?!" Soo-ah gasps. She was sold already - and all it took was a pool and a diamond ring.

Jungkook nods, his smile widening. "Big enough for all of you to enjoy."

"Really?" Soo-ah's eyes widened. "There's 9 of us!"

You drown out the conversation. There was nothing you could do now but leave with Jungkook after he gives Ye-Rim the address and what time to be there. He grabs the bouquet of flowers and soon you both are out the door, his waving goodbye to your sister who waves back just as excitedly. As you enter the car, your head is low. He isn't driving this time. You are unsure who it is by the tinted privacy window blocking from witnessing the driver.

Jungkook sits next to you. His demeanor changes as the driver pulls away from your sister's house. He releases a few deep chuckles. "You just keep trying your luck." he murmurs.

You don't say anything and watch the scenery pass by. You're upset with yourself for not fighting back - but there was only so much you're willing to do in front of your family. You knew how unpredictable Jungkook was and you didn't know how he'd ruin their lives if you refused him.

"Are you going to lock me away for a week, again?" you murmur dryly.

"I could." Jungkook retorts. "Not show you any sunlight until our marriage. But what man would I be doing?"

You snort.

"How about I make you a deal." Jungkook says. His hand touches your thigh and rubs gently.

"The last time I made a deal with you, I ended up being forced to marry you." you slap his hand, but he doesn't move it.

"You should be lucky to marry a wealthy man, baby. You spent millions of won on my credit card out of spite - I'm no fool." you hear him say. Your head turns to see his reaction, but you don't get the one you're expecting. "I'm not upset with you, baby. You can spend all of my money."

You frown and roll your eyes back.

"But, what I'm not going to tolerate is you escaping left and right and embarrassing me further. I had to fly home from Japan because Jae-Beom called me frantically." Jungkook squeezes your thigh. "He's on leave, as of right now. He had the simple task of watching you and couldn't even do that."

You glance his way. "What do you mean leave?" you ask lowly. You enjoyed Jae-beom's presence, he was a nice and sweet boy. He made you comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn't his fault you valued your freedom far too much.

"Jae-beom is loyal. He's not fired, just sent away on an assignment outside of Seoul. I'll have to give you a better caretaker - someone who isn't easy to step on." Jungkook smirks at your attempt to glare at him. "Or I can take you with me next time on business. When we're married, you'll have input on decisions I make."

"I have no interest in making any decisions in your...business." you retort.

"Ah, but you've yet to hear what my new deal is." Jungkook wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you closer. Your head is in his chest and his hands laid upon your arm. You try to fight, but you aren't a match for him. "It involves your family after all."

Your breathing hitches at the mention of your family. You remain still - Jungkook's fingers rub gently against your arm.

"I bet you didn't think I would find you, baby." Jungkook snickers. "I knew about your family since the day I met you. I do my research. I'm no rookie in this game, Y/N." You feel as though your life was ending. Each revelation Jungkook shows you about himself lets you understand that when he wanted something, nothing was going to halt him from attaining it.

"What do you want?" you sigh out. You were tired of fighting against him. No matter where you ran off to, he was there in a matter of seconds. He found you effortlessly and made an impression on your sister and niece that it was evident they loved him already.

"You, of course. Your love and devotion. I know it won't happen overnight, baby. But you have to stop fighting with me." Jungkook kisses your head. "You have a total of 6 nephews and 3 nieces." Jungkook says. He's done his research. "Ye-Rim has Soo-Ah, who loves to dance but can't seem to afford lessons on her moms salary."

You gulp. Your hand grasps his shirt - you knew where he was going with this.

"Ye-Rim has a hard time keeping a job when she has Soo-ah. I know she's an amazing cook and has dreams of owning her own restaurant." Jungkook's chin lays itself on your head as he speaks. "Se-hun has 4 children who all need to make it to college one day. I know he's created his own manhwa and wishes for it to be published. Even Ye-chan could use some help with her own 4 children. Your family would never see struggle as long as you remain by my side."

You're crying now, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. You felt trapped with no way out. Jungkook was willing to fund your sibling's lifestyle to make their own dreams come true just for your hand in marriage - and an eventual child. It would be selfish to say no to that, wouldn't it? Se-hun works doubles while his wife works part-time whenever she can. They lived in a small 2 bedroom juggling 4 kids. Ye-chan hasn't worked in years with her own 4 kids running around and though Ye-Rim only had 1, it was hard juggling a job while Soo-ah grew older and her needs increased.

"But of course, I don't fully trust you yet." Jungkook murmurs. "I would hate to do this to you, but you proved to me that you cannot fully be trusted."

You remain silent, your ears waiting for him to continue.

"I'm going to have to chip you." Jungkook holds you tighter when you try to push yourself away from him. "Don't be upset. It is a part of the deal, after all. I will need to know where you are at all times in order for me to care for you and your family. If not..." Jungkook shrugs.

"I'm not a dog." you hiss, feeling your anger boiling. The disrespect was growing unbelievable. You were already forced to be married to this man and have a child with him - all because he chose you instead of another woman.

Jungkook strokes your head. "You aren't. But you're not trustworthy. That's the deal, Y/N. Oh, by the way, Hyun-woo is being released from prison." Jungkook says, his chin lifting from your head.

His statement makes your head snap up at him. You scan his eyes with yours for any hint of deceit. "He got over 5 years." you mumble.

"Anyone can be set free for the right price." Jungkook shrugs.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't believe you." It wasn't unbelievable - Jungkook was a man of many wonders. But you didn't want to see him as your sister did - as some sort of Prince Charming coming into your life to sweep you off your feet.

"And that's okay. Someone has to pay for his rehab." Jungkook eyes watch your reaction. You try to hide the surprise, but he catches it. "I'll pay for it all as long as you're by my side. Run again, I'll just find you. But your siblings lives would be the effect of doing so."

"I wonder when Eomma's coming back." Soobin murmurs to himself, his eyes scanning outside the window. She had insisted she was going for a short walk and didn't need him pestering her into going. The walks she went on could last for up to an hour, and with the sun setting he wasn't prepared to not worry for her. It was in his nature.

Soobin strolls through the laundry room where you stand, eyes wide and mouth agape. He furrows a brow at you, freezing into his spot. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks. You didn't drop anything by your feet and by the looks of it, you were getting laundry started.

"I...yeah." you softly release a giggle. "Um, I think my water broke." was the response that almost made Soobin faint.

Soobin widen his eyes - so wide that you were sure they would pop out the socket. He starts fumbling with his words, unsure of what he was supposed to do at this moment. His mother wasn't here and he wasn't fit to deliver a child. He glances down by your feet and see's the small puddle - not what he's expected, yet again all the information he ever got from pregnancy was from a movie.

"I think I need to shower." you sigh, shaking your head. Before you do, you start the washer and make your way out of the laundry room, a stunned Soobin behind you.

"You're about to give birth to Jin-Seon!" Soobin gasps. He was more frightened than you were. "What if he pops out of you in the shower and drowns?"

You turn to Soobin to roll your eyes. "Labor can take hours, Soobin." you assure. "Besides, I feel fine now."

Soobin follows behind you in protest. Why in the world did you care about showering at a time like this?

"What if you fall and hurt yourself?" Soobin shakes his head. "This is a bad idea. I'm going to go out and fine Eomma-"

"Soobin." you sigh, raising your hands up at him. "I'll be fine. I promise."

Soobin nods. He was sweating now.

"How about you make us some tea? You look like you need it more than me. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Soobin does as he is told. He's shaking as he makes the tea, his mind screaming that you should be in bed and not showering as if it's a regular day. But, you were stubborn much like his mother. So as he prepares the tea, still shaking with nerves, he places them upon the tray and is about to go towards the guest room when the door opens.

"Eomma!" Soobin sighs in relief, dropping the tray of tea without thinking. It smashed against the floor and all Byeol can do is shake her head. "Damn it," Soobin murmurs between his teeth. "I'll clean this up. Y/N is in labor!"

Byeol can only shake her head. She makes her way towards the laundry room as soon as she hears the dryer go off. Soobin is following behind her in disbelief. "Did you hear me, Eomma? Y/N-"

"Yes." Byeol nods, taking the laundry from the dryer. "Is she in the guest room?"

"She's showering." Soobin throws his arms around in disbelief. "ow could she be showering at a time like this?"

"I was washing dishes when I went into labor with you." Byeol shrugs. "That didn't stop me from washing dishes, either. She'll be okay for now, Soobin."

You're silent the remainder of the ride back to Jungkook's estate. His words are replaying in your mind - your brother being released from prison and sent to rehad. His willing to pay for your siblings dream jobs and your nieces schooling. It was a ploy in your mind, of course. You didn't doubt that he wouldn't pay it, but that meant you would have to be his and go along with the marriage and - unfortunately - give him a child.

The car stops in front of the estate and you release a sigh of defeat. Your escape attempt was once again foiled by Jungkook - this time you had no idea how he knew so much of your siblings. You don't question him, however, not yet. You allow him to hold your hand as he brings you inside the estate. As he opens the door to the estate and walks you inside, your eyes trail along the walls. All familiar pictures - too familiar. As you stroll deeper inside and come to the sitting room, your heart is pounding and your hand unknowingly squeezes Jungkook's.

Jungkook squeezes your hands in return before releasing them. He hugs you from behind, a soft smile on his lips. "I thought you needed something to make you feel more at home." he murmurs in your ear.

Your eyes scan the familiar pictures of you and your family on the walls - some mixed with his own family members, including Jimin and the other men you have yet to officially meet. Your apartment must be no longer yours - the display of pictures and personal belongings told you such. You can even see your diploma from High School hanging next to his own. You hum.

Your eyes catch onto another picture. You tilt your head to get a full look of it. Your breathing slows when you realize it's a picture of you holding Eun-Ji in your arms at lunch, Jungkook seated next to you with a smile. You aren't smiling, but instead looking down at the baby in your arms.

Jungkook catches your vision and smiles. He hugs you closer to his body. "Hyung gave me that picture. Isn't it cute?"

You swallow. You don't recall any of them taking pictures of you at lunch. Your conclusion is that Jung-hyun had cameras in his home - and if that's true, that means he knows of Eun-Young helping you escape. For her sake, you hope the cameras do not extend to Eun-Ji's room. There was something wrong with both of them, something sinister that you're saddened that the two of you got caught into.

"It is cute." you agree. It was better to agree than fight against him. You feel Jungkook hug you tighter, his lips kissing your neck. You're stiff as he does this. You know fighting him would do nothing but make him retaliate. Now that you know that your family's lives are at stake here, you have to think wisely.

"I got you a gift." Jungkook turns you around to go through his pockets. He takes out a phone - not yours, but a brand new one. "I'll be good to you if you're good to me, okay?" Jungkook murmurs, placing the phone into your hands. "Of course there's rules you'll need to follow. No attempting to contact anyone and spreading lies."

You snicker and roll your eyes.

"I've already put your old sim card inside." Jungkook explains. "All of my cards are added on there in case you need something. You have no limit, of course. You know that."

Jungkook was attempting to gain your love and loyalty - it was clear now. The pictures on the walls, the phone, him offering to fund your siblings lifestyle. It was all coming together as one, but it had a price. You being chipped as if you were a pet of his. You weren't fond of the idea - that meant that you'd truly never be able to escape him.

"If you're here to tell me I'm banned from the Brothel, Hyung, then save it." Jungkook huffs out, taking a shot. "I've already been told."

Jungkook himself thought it was ludacris to be banned from an establishment that he had a hand in creating - but he didn't dwell on the fact. He didn't like any of the women there and only went to get the release he needed. It wasn't a secret that he could be a little too rough and degrading to them - but that's what they were paid for. He wasn't there to satisfy them.

Jungkook now sat crossed legged in his sitting room, a bottle of unknown liquor for himself. A few buttons of his shirt were undone and he was ready to drink himself to sleep.

Jin snarls as he looks at Jungkook. He slams the envelope down by his feet on the coffee table. He nods at him, motioning him to open them. Jungkook furrows a brow, but does regardless. He takes the bottle and places it on the ground before grabbing the envelope. "Does this have anything to do with the new port?"

Jin shakes his head. He examines Jungkook's face when he opens the envelope and takes out the pictures of you and the mysterious man. He notices the way his fingers clench onto the pictures of you and the mysterious man, both smiling at one another. His breathing is surprisingly calm, but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, Jin knows he is anything but.

Jungkook's hands are clenching to the point that he is crumbling the pictures slowly. His vision is getting hazy and all he knows is that he has a desire to put a bullet hole through the man in the picture.

"We found her." Jin's voice catches Jungkook off guard. He forgot the older man was still there - his anger getting the best of him.

Jungkook swallows. He throws the pictures down onto the coffee table, a snarl on his lips. He stands. "Where is she?" he snaps, eyes wide with anger.

"Calm down." Jin demands, raising his hands. "You aren't going to her like this."

Jungkook snaps his head to Jin, a ferocious look in his eyes. "Like hell I'm not!" he hisses. His fists are clenched. In each picture he witnessed, the smile you wore on your lips was genuine to another man. He returned the smile, his eyes seemingly beaming in the pictures as he looked at you.

"You're angry." Jin retorts. "You aren't yourself when you're angry. How about this..." Jin steps towards Jungkook. He knew the pictures would set him off - which is why he waited a week for it to be showed to him. He didn't need Jungkook to act out of impulse and kill everyone in sight because of this. "I'll allow you to go tomorrow when you're calm and sober."

"I'm not drunk." Jungkook deadpans. "What if she isn't there tomorrow?" Jungkook couldn't stand the thought of losing you twice.

"She will be. I promise." Jin assures. By the looks of it, you made yourself comfortable with the unknown man, the smile on your lips is a geniune smile he hasn't seen you wear while with Jungkook. Jin stands straighter, his eyes narrowing at Jungkook. "I'll give you the location tomorrow. Now, clean up around here and yourself for her arrival."

Jungkook nods slowly. Jin's eyes trail along with Jungkook as he takes a hold of the few liquor bottles and the line of shot glasses. He doesn't bother doing anything with them but throwing it away. His mind couldn't stay on one topic. You were alive - and he was grateful. You appeared healthy enough, yes. Face fuller, smile wide and eyes shining. What he didn't expect was the other man in the pictures. His mind was telling him to put a hole - or several - into his body for even daring to look at you that way. But he had to be calm. You were alive and seemingly well. You didn't appear hurt or trapped - and he will tell himself that you were on a vacation of the sorts. Now, it was time for you to come home.

"Why do you think she left, hyung?" Jin hears Jungkook ask him after a moment. He's still, not looking at him.

Jin swallows. He can't bring it to tell Jungkook the truth of your pregnancy. The truth was - he himself was unsure why you left. He would assume it had to do with the past and the sudden pregnancy, yet he wasn't certain. Telling Jungkook what he did know would for sure send him to a spiral that he wouldn't be able to control without his brothers. It would be a secret he kept to himself and take to his grave - hopefully Yoongi would, as well.

"I'm not sure." Jin responds. "What matters now is she's coming home. You and her would be able to reunite." Jin sighs. "You'll have to treat her right, Kookie."

Jungkook looks at Jin.

"I'm not saying you haven't. But she isn't like anyone else. She was never dependent on anyone but herself. It would take a while for her to become dependent on you." Jin turns, ready to leave. "Be the man to her you wish your father was. She will come around, I promise."

Jungkook's estate was a wonderland to your nieces and nephews. Like promised, they all swam - except your youngest nephew, he was just a baby. He sat with your sister, Yechan, and Eun-Young, who sat with a sleeping Eun-Ji. Upon their arrival, you got a quick hug from your nieces and nephews before they were outside playing in the pool - being escorted by one of Jungkook's men. You watched from afar. Your siblings children were pure menaces to society, and all of the in one place would sure be hell for whoever was watching them. Soo-ah had her small fist wrapped around one of Jungkook's men's hair, demanding he throw her onto the pool. He does so, making sure she doesn't drown - he'll just have to deal with Jungkook if anything happened to the hellions.

Jungkook and you had dressed for dinner, making sure you two appeared like a lovely couple. You come to realize that Jungkook planned far ahead. Your siblings marveled at the large estate and enjoyed seeing the many pictures hung up - that told you his plan was to make them feel at home and welcomed, even if you didn't. Jungkook and Sehun talked about different animes and manhwa, which surprised you because you never knew Jungkook was a man of such - or was this a facade? He wine-tastes with Ye-Rim and shows Ye-chan the expensive decorative china cabinet he had on display.

You hum, a frown on your lips. Jungkook knew far too much of your siblings, down to what they enjoyed in their free time. You didn't want them to like Jungkook - and you knew they wouldn't if you just told them the truth. But, involving them in this would do more harm than good. So, you respected Jungkook's wishes. You allowed him to wrap his arms around you and give you little kisses here and there - much to your dismay. You gave him tight-knit smiles when you noticed him looking your way and even laughed at jokes your ears never even bother to hear.

All because you knew in the end, your family would be taken care of.

When dinner comes around, the children don't attend - much to the man, whose name is Kai, dismay. There were 8 kids against him, and they were winning. Your siblings, along with Junghyun and Eun-Young, are all sitting around eating the food prepared by the chef. It was flassy and exquisite - a way for Jungkook to show off his wealth. Your ears barely hear what they were speaking of, but knew by the sparkling eyes and smiles that your siblings were enchanted by Jungkook. And once upon a time, you were, as well.

"We have an extra building downtown that could be used as a store." Junghyun nods to Ye-Rim. "We don't use it, right, Kookie?"

Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his wine, his right hand on your thigh. "I was thinking of selling it." he says. But his eyes catch yours and he smiles. "But Y/N and I thought it could be opened into a resturant for you."

Ye-Rim's eyes widens as she looks between you and Jungkook.

Se-hun gasps, as does Ye-chan.

You avert your eyes, feeling Jungkook's hands squeeze your thighs. "That's true." you nod in agreement.

"We wanted to give back to you all." Jungkook smiles. "And invest in your dreams. And our nieces and nephews. I envy such a big family Y/N has."

You sigh inaudibly, but allow your lips to form a smile to your speechless siblings. Soon, Jungkook is making meeting arrangements with Se-hun and Ye-Rim to open their businesses. No matter how many times Ye-chan politely declines, she eventually gives into the funds Jungkook wants to arrange for her and her children. Your siblings were sold, and soon you'll be, too.

Towards the end of the night when the children were far too tired to keep harassing poor Kai and dinner was done, the house was quiet again. You climbed the stairs to the bedroom to get changed. Your siblings had hugged you tightly, exclaiming that you found the perfect fiance - if they only knew.

"Eun-Young." you bowed as you witness her passing you, a sleeping Eun-Ji in her arms.

"Y/N." she smiles, her voice low and soft. Jungkook and Jung-hyun were speaking elsewhere, possibly of illegal arrangements. "I hope you're alright."

You nod. She was the sole person who could relate to your situation. You wish you could see her more often.

"I hope you don't mind...I left something in your room." she murmurs, her eyes telling you something deeper without saying a word. "Please get it before he does."

You watch her walk past you and down the same stairs you came up from. You make your way to the bedroom, seeing the small rectangular box laid on top of the made bed. You lift it up and scan it - nothing out of the ordinary. You open the box, examining the small, circular pills. Your heart skips a beat. A small paper laid inside of it.

'Please hide these somewhere safe. I'd hate to see you go through the same I have.'

You're mentally thanking Eun-Young. You are unsure how she managed to get her hands on birth control, but you're thankful. You counted at least a year's supply of it. You take the box and make your way to the closet, finding the best spot would be deep inside one of the many designer purses Jungkook got you. You take one before you do - it was a matter of time before Jungkook would want to be intimate with you.

"Baby?" Jungkook's voice calls. You scurry to make your way to the opened closet door before he comes. "There you are." he coos, smiling fondly at you.

You nod your head at him. He comes closer to you, wrapping you in a hug. You allow him, your cheek against his chest.

"I'm proud you didn't embarrass us today." Jungkook says, chin on your head. You bite back a remark. "It's easier that way, Y/N. You'll have everything you want in the long run."

"And what if what I want you refuse to give me?" you ponder aloud.

"Then you'll have to think of something you know I would give you, silly." Jungkook releases you, his hands holding yours. His eyes flicker to your face. "Have you thought about what we discussed?"

"With you chipping me as if I'm not a human being?" you retort, snatching your hands away from him. You turn away from him.

"I wouldn't have to if I could trust you, baby." Jungkook sighs. "You ran from me twice already. I can't have you attempting it again."

Your mind races. You thought about the previous conversation, how he would give you whatever you desired. You'd have to make a horrible situation into a less ideal one. Your turn back to him, his eyes watch you curiously. You were going to have to fake it until you had his trust - then you'd be freed.

You wrap Jungkook into a hug, head in his chest. He was taken aback, but he hugs you nonetheless.

"How would you be able to find me if I'm chipped?" you question.

"Through my phone." Jungkook responds. "It'll allow me to see where you're at. At all times."

You nod your head. It was unsettling, but if he was going to hold your family against you, then you'd have to give it your all. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Jungkook responds.

"I want to know where you're at when we're not together." you lift your head from his chest and look into his eyes. They were wide with bewilderment. "Your job isn't...exactly safe. It'll give me peace of mind knowing where you're at. And you can do the same for me."

If you were going to be chipped like a dog - then he would have to be, as well.

Before he could respond, you place your lips on his. Jungkook shudders, her grip on you tightening.

"Okay." Jungkook agrees when you push away.

You smile at him. Slowly, you'll gain his trust. Then, you'll plan your freedom.

Soobin sighs in relief when he hears the faint cries of a baby. It had been hours upon hours of the labor. His mind thought the baby would come within the next 45 minutes, not the next 12 hours. He couldn't stay past 5 minutes in the same room as you. You were sweating and crying when he did and that nearly made him cry. Instead he remained outside the room, assisting whatever way he could. He had to remember to thank his own mother for going through with what he had to hear you go through.

Within the next hour he finally makes his appearance in the guest room, only poking his head in. He doesn't enter, still frightened, but he does see the small mop of dark hair that you're cradling in your arms. Your eyes are on him - Jin-Seon - a warm curve to your lips. It was a beautiful sight to see, after all. A mother's love was strong.

Byeol had bathed the baby before she had given him to you and left the room to give the two of you privacy. You were exhausted. Your eyes were droopy and your head was hurting, but the small noises Jin-Seon made was worth the hours of pain you endured.

The next day, Soobin's friend had returned to check on you and the baby. She assured you and Byeol everything was alright and healthy. She stitches the tears before leaving, stating she could return a week from then.

"You don't want to hold him?" you ask Soobin after a week, whose head dart up at your question.

"I-I don't want to drop him!" Soobin shakes his head. "Or squeeze him. What if he doesn't like me? Or make him cry?"

You laugh at the many scenarios Soobin goes through. "He's only a week old." you retort. "He's not going to mind you holding him. Here."

Soobin is terrified. It was as though Jin-Seon wasn't a newborn baby and instead a grown man threatening his life. He sits next to you, gulping. Gently, you place Jin-Seon in his arms. The baby blinks his eyes a few times at Soobin - who is so scared, yet flattered at the acknowledgment. Soobin's stiff, afraid that if he moves Jin-Seon would be uncomfortable and never allow him to be held again.

Jin-Seon stretches in Soobin's arms. He opens his small lips wide and turns his head to Soobin's chest.

"Ah, he's hungry." you giggle at the sight of your son. You take him back, preparing to feed him.

Soobin lightly chuckles. He stands. "Thank you." he nods.

You furrow a brow at him. "For what?"

"For everything." Soobin murmurs. "For giving birth to Jin-Seon. For trusting me to hold him."

You release a laugh, but your smile is bright. Soobin was a breath of fresh air. Byeol raised him to be one of a kind - and you're grateful that fate has brought you to him and Byeol. "You don't need to thank me, Soobin. I should be thanking you for being an amazing friend to me." you admit. "I'm not sure where Jin-Seon and I would be if it wasn't for the two of you."

The room would have been dark if it wasn't for the flickering candle on the nightstand close to Jungkook and the moon shining peaking through the curtains. Jungkook had suggested it would calm any nerves - it was eucalyptus and mint. It was calming, you'd give him that, however you refused to sleep. Jungkook's arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips buried in your neck. You could hear his breathing and feel his warm breath against you.

You remove yourself from him, your back leaning against the headboard. Jungkook doesn't wake and instead goes onto his back and continues his slumber. Your eyes watch his body through the dim flickering lights, his chest contracting and releasing with each breath he takes. You've never seen Jungkook sleep officially. The first night you slept besides him you were so exhausted that you slept all the way through. It's been weeks since you've shared a bed with him.

Your eyes are narrow. He was sleeping peacefully, almost like a baby. His lips were spread just as his limbs were. He was in an utterly peaceful deep sleep. That irrated you.

You pondered if you hated Jeon Jungkook. The answer should be easy. He forced you into an engagement and refused to let you go. However, he did get your brother removed from prison and sent to a rehab. He is giving Ye-Rim her own restaurant to start. He's allowing Se-hun to have his own Manhwa published around the nation and Yechan a lumpsum of money to live comfortably. Could you hate a man who is willing to do that just for your hand in marriage?

Your mind never wandered to a dark place. You never thought about harming yourself to get rid of Jungkook. But, what if you harmed him...? Surely that would allow you the freedom you needed. Yes, you would possibly not be given any money but...

You swallow. Slowly, you lift yourself, throwing your legs around Jungkook. You sit directly on top of him. He wore nothing but the boxer briefs to bed and you hum. Slowly, your hands placed themselves onto Jungkook's face, your eyes watching him lick his lips as he slowly regain consciousness.

You then slowly trailed your hands from his face to his neck, then his shoulders. Jungkook's eyes flutter open, his eyes trying to adjust to the room to see you on him. Quickly - far too quickly - did you feel him grow hard beneath you. His hands grab your hips. "Are you okay, baby?" Jungkook's voice was raspy and deep when he spoke to you.

You hum out a response and nod. You are unsure about what you're doing. You grind your hips against him. Jungkook bites his lips, nails digging into your hips. He's keeping you steady so you won't move away from him.

Your keep the grinding pace, your right hand slowly trailing upwards. You lean down, your lips centimeters from his. You can feel his breathing hitch as you caught his lips on your own.

Jungkook's hands are on your ass now. He feels euphoric to have you on him without him initiating it. You remove his lips from yours, giving it a quick bite before moving away entirely. His eyes are closed, goosebumps filling his body entirely. Then, he releases a sharp, loud scream when he feels a sudden hot feeling onto his chest.

You tilt your head, a satisfied smirk on your lips as you watch Jungkook squirm beneath you when the candal wax reaches his bare chest. Jungkook jolts up, the candle falls next to you on the bed. Luckily you had made sure to blow the fire out. You feel Jungkook grab both of your wrist, a wide eyed expression on his face.

"Did that hurt?" you murmur, trying not to laugh at the situation.

Jungkook licks his lips. "Why'd you do that?"

Jungkook wasn't sure if he was upset or horny. The sudden feeling of the candle on his catches him off guard, yet it does nothing but make his cock twitch.

"You looked too peaceful for my liking." you shrug. You were unsure yourself. You wanted to hurt him, to make him feel pain like you did.

Jungkook connects your lips with his. It catches you by surprise the way he does it so needily.

"I feel like you want to hurt me, baby." Jungkook murmurs. He sends kisses against your skin. "I want you to sit on my face."

You push yourself back. "What?" you stammer.

Jungkook chuckles. "I want you to sit on my face." he repeats. "I want to taste you. It's obvious you want to hurt me but don't want to go to great lengths in doing it."

You could only stare at Jungkook as he speaks. He amazes you - his logic.

"I'll allow you to hurt me. As long as it doesn't go too far." Jungkook mumbles. He licks his lips at the thought of you sitting on his face.

"You...liked that?" you stammered again. A part of you was hoping he'd want nothing more to do with you.

Jungkood nods hastily. At your hesitance, he tilts his head. "Has anyone ever ate you out?"

You shake your head. The conversation was growing suffocating.

Jungkook's cock leaps again. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." he quickly exclaims. "I just want you to sit on my face and throw more candle wax on me."

Jungkook was a masochist. That caught you off guard. His eyes were gleaming for you to do it, almost begging.

"O...Okay." you agree hesitantly. Jungkook can feel you clench your legs, and that tells him you want the same thing as him.

"Turn around." he commands. Your back is facing him. He grabs the candle and places it into your hands. "Let's light it." he speaks more to himself than you. The electric lighter is on the nightstand when he grabs it. He wastes no time in lighting it for you. "Okay, are you ready?"

You aren't sure if you were, but you nod your head. You feel him gently grip the shorts you wore and begin to tug them down, along with the underwear beneath them. You're now bare in front of him - something you've never been. Jungkook sucked in a breath. He grabs you. You yelp when he lays his body down on the bed, you on top of him. "W-What if I suffocate-"

"It'll be alright." Jungkook hastily responds. He doesn't care if you suffocate him - it'll be a good way to pass out.

You slowly lean down, and Jungkook takes this as his moment to stick his tongue out and swipe it along your clit. Both of you shudder. Goosebumps prickle along your arms at the weird - yet satisfying - sensation of Jungkook's tongue. Both of his hands hold your thighs close so you don't attempt to move away from him.

You release a moan that strives for Jungkook to lick against your faster. He pushes you down onto him so you're straddling his face, his head moves from side to side. You could hear his tongue lap between your folds, your wetness and his saliva mixing into one. The act of getting eaten out was new to you - it reminded you of wet kisses. It was a pressure that sat on the edge of your stomach. You felt your body tingling all over.

You nearly forgot the candle was in your hands until you felt Jungkook jump beneath you. You had unintentionally dripped the candle wax onto his stomach. By the way Jungkook does nothing but lick you harder, you deem that he enjoys the sudden act of pain.

You stagnately grind against his tongue, a bite of your lip. The feeling was amazing, and a part of you hated it. You didn't want Jungkook to make you feel this good; afraid that you would become too blind to leave.

You whimper when Jungkook harshly slaps your ass, and in retaliation you drip some more wax onto him, this time on his abdomen.

Jungkook moans against your clit, his tongue entering inside of you. You were definitely a virgin, far too tight for your (and his) own good. He's having the time of his life beneath you and feels as though he can eat you out for hours. The euphoric slight burning sensation to his skin, mixed with the sounds of your moans has him dripping with Pre-Cum. He wish he could fuck you - but he decides he'd rather wait.

You're caught off guard when Jungkook lifts himself up. In a swift movement he grabs the candle and nearly throws it onto the nightstand. He flips you so now you're beneath him. He kisses your lips - the wet juices now staining your lips. "I'm going to make you cum, okay baby?" Jungkook mewls. Your legs are wide open for him and all you can do is nod.

His fingers play with your clit. His eyes watch your expressions with lustful eyes. He begins to rub, the sounds of your arousal is a sound he never wants to forget.

Your head is pushed back. Jungkook slaps your legs open each time you attempt to close them. His submissive behavior is gone, and now he is determined to make you cum by all means.

"I'm going to enter two fingers inside of you." Jungkook says. "It'll feel good eventually. I promise."

The push of his fingers inside of you makes you clench your eyes shut at the pressure. It's an act you haven't even done yourself, but slowly with each thrust of his fingers, it begins to feel good.

Jungkook makes sure to go slow and steady, not too much to upset you and cause any discomfort. He can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look. The candle is still flickering and the moon is shining through the curtains and onto your face so heavenly. "You're so beautiful, baby." Jungkook moans.

With quivering eyes, you open them and look at Jungkook. His thrust comes more rapidly, and you can feel a weird sensation deep in your stomach. You hold eye contact with him. Your mouth opens to stutter out a throaty moan and soon you feel a sensation pool out of you.

Jungkook moans with you. He doesn't care how messy you are while cumming, he enjoys it. It pools out of you hastily and you fall back into the pillows, hooded eyes staring into him.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. Eyes still looking into yours, he offers you a smile.

You had came while looking into his eyes. You were utterly fucked.

You're washing dishes - something you do when you're nervous. You're trying to ease your paranoia and think of something other than Byeol. You were alone with Jin-Seon for the night - at least until Soobin came home from the hospital. Byeol had been sick for a few days, but insisted she was fine. That was until the older woman was coughing up blood and had no choice but to go to the Hospital.

You hoped Byeol was well - you loved the older woman as if she was your own mother. She cared for you without knowing your back story. She loved Jin-Seon as if he was her flesh and blood - just as Soobin did. Their lack of judgment is what makes you worry for them. Their kind souls are too good for this world.

Your ears perk up when you hear rusting coming from the door. You don't turn around quickly, knowing it had to be Soobin entering. You turn off the water and flap your hands around. "Is she alright?" you asked Soobin. "I can't believe she..."

You turn around and your face falls and you stiffen.

"Y/N. Baby." Jungkook says. His eyes are shining when he sees you. It's been months and he feels as though he could cry in excitement. "You're beautiful. Glowing." he murmurs.

"Jungkook. W-What...how-"

Jungkook comes closer and you're trembling. He was the last person you were expecting to see. After the months - almost a year - of not seeing him, your mind told you that you were safe from seeing him. Your heart wished he found someone else to fulfil his desires of a wife and child.

"I looked everywhere for you." Jungkook saunters closer. "I've spent millions of won to just find you. It's as though you're determined to make my life a living hell." Jungkook laughs - a deprived but genuine laugh. "I've killed so many men for you. I put bullets into men for you..." he steps closer. "I bent over backwards for you, Y/N."

Your heart is beating out your chest. Your eyes trail behind him and besides him to look for an opening to run. You do, but you can hear him close behind you. As you reach the closed door to your room, you feel Jungkook's hands in your hair. As you open it hastily, it closes with a loud bang. You curse - Jin-Seon would surely wake up by the sound.

Jungkook pushes you back and tugs you into a tight hug. His nose is in your hair and he's inhaling as if your scent was the most delicious scent he's ever smelt. "I've missed you, Y/N." he murmurs against your skin. "Why'd you leave me, baby? Bam and Rasu misses you! I've been a mess without you. Namjoon-hyung said I'll never find you again but I knew he was wrong."

You feel the tears roll down your cheeks now. You let out a defeated sob. You thought that you'd finally be done with the man that was Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to you, shaking his head. He holds your head in his hands. His thumb wipes your tears. "You know I hate seeing you cry, baby. Come back home." he pleads. You can hear his voice crack. "We can-"

A loud cry erupts, and now you're frightened. Jungkook's head snaps up to the bedroom door, his doe eyes wide with confusion. He hears it, the curling cries of what sounds like a baby.

"Please, Jungkook." you cry. But Jungkook doesn't listen. He pushes past you to open the door to the room.

Jungkook eyes the small baby crying, their tiny fists balled. Their face was red, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jungkook turns his head to you, his face expressionless.

"Jung-"

"You were pregnant." Jungkook whispers. It wasn't a question. His eyes swirl around the room. He sees the amount of natural tones, but can still see the little hints of blue. Above the bed, he reads the name. "Jin-Seon."

Jungkook's hand reaches out for the child. He places a finger onto his cheek to wipe the tears. Jin-Seon's cries turn to soft whimpers.

"You kept my child from me." Jungkook was no fool - you weren't gone long enough to be pregnant by another man. "You kept everything from me." Jungkook swallows. He was angry - but he could feel the corner of his eyes swell. His mind races to you being pregnant, which would explain the glow and the fullness in your face and body. He imagines Jin-Seon - his son - growing inside of you, kicking and moving.

"Y/N? Are you awake?"

Jungkook's head snaps up.

Soobin was home, much to your dismay. You shake your head at Jungkook, your hands grabbing his. "Please don't, Jungkook." you plead with him. The crazed look in Jungkook's eyes told you what he was going to do upon seeing Soobin.

"I'll deal with you later, Y/N." Jungkook hisses and he leaves out the room, his eyes wandering down the hall to Soobin, who is doing the same to the man coming out of your room.

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bigfan-fanfic · 10 months

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Brother Mine (Winchester!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester PLATONIC)

@xweirdo101x Hello, hope you are having a good day/nightI was wondering if I could request a Sam and Dean having an older brother (maybe by one or 2 years) maybe they haven't seen reader in a couple years. The brother's finally get to see reader when he pulls them out of trouble?

(okay, author's note in that Sam is 22 at the start of the show and Dean is 26. The show spans the same amount of time as in the real world, technically, so Sam ends the show at 37 while Dean ends it at 41. Meaning this elder brother is probably 28 at the start and ends it 43. Good lord, that show went on for a while lol)

"So, explain to me why the two of you chuckleheads are in jail in freaking Kentucky? Because last I heard, Sam was going to college in California and you were still hunting boogeymen with Dad."

The two young men in front of you share a glance as you bail them out of some podunk town's drunk tank.

"Dad's... in trouble." Sam sighs, finally, to a harsh glare from Dean.

"Good riddance to bad assholes." you growl, and Dean clenches his fist

You and your little brothers don't exactly have a great relationship.

With the better part of seventeen years of your lives dedicated to hunting what lies in the darkness, spurred on by your domineering and obsessive father, Dean always has blamed you for "abandoning the family" and "breaking Dad's heart" because you left the life at nineteen and left seventeen year old Dean and thirteen year old Sam behind.

You did the amateur boxing circuit for a while before you were hired on to an indie security company and ended up catching the eye of the owner who trained you until you took over, eventually buying the company and running it.

You know a lot of your money was sent to help pay off any expenses Sam had, but you don't know if it was used for that or blown for motel stays or alcohol or sawed-off-shotguns or salt slugs for Dean and John.

You tried to stay in touch with Sam, but it was awkward. And he wanted space away from "family."

So you know neither of them would ever contact you unless something real bad happened (and apparently Dean's grudge was so strong that he wouldn't even inform you that John went missing)

Though to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't really matter to you anyway, and that's a matter to discuss with your therapist.

"I can't believe you called him." Dean grumbles, like a child.

"Sam apparently knew you'd need a responsible adult." you snark, and he grimaces. "Now, care to tell me why you're road-tripping?"

Sam looks at you. "My girlfriend. Jess. Whatever got Mom... it got her too."

"And you think that Dad is close to tracking it down and that's why he vanished." you sigh.

"Lemme guess, you're gonna tell us that there's nothing that goes bump in the night?" Dean sneers, looking at Sam.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna tell you that it's not your job to chase it. It's not your duty."

"We save people. We hunt things. It's the family business." Dean growls.

"Jesus, Dean, do you hear how you sound?" you groan. "It's this kind of obsession that I tried to get away from! A terrible thing happened to Mom, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it. It's not our fault, and it's not our responsibility to chase whatever did it down!"

"It's just gonna keep hurting people. We've seen it happening. It's gathering other people like Sam."

"Fuck." you growl.

Dean senses an in. "You were even better than me, back in the day. Remember when you ganked that skinchanger?"

He says "you were only 14" with as much reverence and awe as you do disgust and shame.

"I can't convince either of you to... let the chips fall where they may?"

"Nope." Dean pops the "p" sound.

"Sorry, no." Sam adds.

"I don't wanna kill things anymore, Dean. Not even bad things. But I do care about you both. So here. I'm going to help you, on one condition. We're going to all come back to my place in California, and Sam is going to apply to fucking law school, and you're gonna think about what you really want with your life, Dean."

They think.

They look at each other.

They nod.

"Welcome back." Dean grins.

"You better not still drive that shitty Impala and listen to crappy 80s rock."

Sam winces.

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lewisconstellation · 1 year

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kiss it better

summary: you promised to yourself you would never go back to him. the problem is you've never been good at promises.

word count: 5.7k

pairing: lewis x reader

warning: 18+, general smut, angst

notes: english isn't my first language, so there are many mistakes here. i'm so sorry for that :(

You didn't know exactly what you were thinking when you showed up at your ex boyfriend's door.

If someone asked you how you got here, you wouldn't know the answer. When you walked out of the club, slightly drunk and sleepy, all you could think about was Lewis. He seemed to be everywhere, like an omnipresent God who took care of everything, even your thoughts. So, when you noticed, you were already in front of his building, talking to Eddie, the doorman, remembering the route you usually take from the hall to the elevator. It felt like nothing had changed at all. Everything looked the same, except your relationship, that was over now.

When Ashley, one of your best friends, invited you to a nightclub downtown, you promptly declined. You didn't want to party, you didn't have much reason to. You preferred to stay at home, alone, accompanied only by your cozy blankets and Chilean wine, the episodes of House of the Dragon playing on your TV. But you knew your friend, she didn't give up easily. She said you needed to have fun, that the best way to forget your ex was in another man's arms. You decided to obey, you didn't want to be the annoying friend. But intimately, you knew that was a bad idea from the start.

You haven't seen him for two months. Two months since the two of you had ended the relationship you swore would last forever. Two months you missed him, even though you were surrounded by his face and name every place you walked in. Two months that you asked yourself daily what led you to break up. You still haven't found an answer. Neither does he.

People used to say that you were very different. Like opposite stars, moon and sun, you were amazing but you couldn't live together, in the same space.

Secretly, you understood why people said that, after all, they were talking about Lewis Hamilton, seven times world champion, record breaker, the best on and off the track, fantastic in everything he did.

And you? Well, you were just you. Just another ordinary girl, living a normal life. Of course you were successful in your career and very happy in your life out of it but. No fame, no flashes, no world recognition. It wasn't something you craved, though. You liked your life like that, you liked the calm that only anonymity could bring you.

At first, these differences didn’t affect you. You liked them, you felt they made your relationship more interesting, more challenging, stronger. The countless travels, the distance, the comments people made about your relationship. None of that seemed to matter, none of that was an obstacle.

He liked the peace you brought into his life. He liked to be with you and forget he was The Lewis Hamilton. With you, he could just be himself, he didn't have to hide behind the well-built walls of his PR team. He could be a normal person, he could be just another guy in the crowd. And you liked being that person for him. His safe place, his peace.

But at some point - you don't know exactly which - that changed. Everything that seemed to strengthen you became some kind of kryptonite. He constantly complained that you weren't present in his life. That you should attend more GPs, more events, more photoshoots. You, on the other hand, said you were the only one making efforts for your relationship. It was always you who had to go to meet him, it was always you who had to give up your wants so he could achieve his.

You remember the many nights you spent arguing about it. In one of them, right after the Belgian GP, he accused you for not going to the race, for not being there to support him when he needed you most. You felt guilty, but you didn't like the tone he used. Accusatory, inquisitive. You fought back and then you yelled at each other until you no longer knew where the argument had started.

It was always like that. You started arguing for silly reasons and things got worse, until you didn't know what had brought you there anymore. So at some point you just said that you should break up. Lewis agreed, eyes filled with tears, sadness, anger, and so many other feelings you were no longer able to read.

Your relationship was broken, it felt like something that couldn't be fixed. It became toxic, destructive. But just like everything destructive, his love was addictive, you couldn't live without it. His love was like crack to you, a drug, an incurable addiction. Even if you avoided it, you knew that at some point you would meet again.

And you tried to fight it, different ways to avoid it. Blocked him on social media, deleted his number from your cell phone, returned his apartment keys. Cut off all possible forms of contact. You knew you should stay away from him, keep the distance you've built yourself. “The more you run, the closer you got to him”, your friend used to say. Maybe she was right.

A little bit of alcohol in your system was enough to make you forget the anti-Lewis barriers you've patiently built during those months. And there you were, standing at his door, his favorite dress hugging your body, long braids cascading towards your ass, red lipstick on your lips, just how he liked it. It looked like you had planned this, planned to knock on your ex-boyfriend's door at 2AM. You laugh at the thought.

Maybe you should give up. You shouldn't even be there. He could be sleeping or maybe traveling, as he was rarely home. Always on a plane, always in a hotel room. Or he could be with someone else. An instagram model, an actress. Even a singer. Someone just like him, who shared the same joys, same pleasures, same anxieties. Someone that was the opposite of you. Someone perfect for him. It makes a bile rise in your mouth, a shiver runs down your spine. But he was single now. That was none of your business anymore.

You turn your heels, prepare to walk away and forget you were there. But the abrupt noise of the doorknob moving stops you. You hear the door opening and suddenly Lewis is there, right in front of you. Two months later you are occupying the same space, looking at each other. You take a deep breath, ask the gods to keep your feet on the ground, so they don't let your shaky legs fail.

You let your eyes roam over his figure for a few moments. His curly hair was loose, falling freely over his broad shoulders. You liked seeing his hair like this, the honey-colored curls framing his face. You noticed his beard, neatly trimmed on the sides, the hairs in a longer length on his chin. Your eyes drop lower, lingering on his bare abdomen. He seemed to be working out even more regularly, arms stronger, shoulders wider, abs even tighter, pure muscle. The blue sweatpants he's wearing look comfortable on his body, he's cozy on them. You have to learn how to breathe correctly again.

For a few moments you don't know exactly what to say. And neither does he. You are silent, looking at each other as if both of you are scared, waiting to see who would break the silence. He seems to apply.

"What are you doing here? If you've come to call me selfish one more time, I think you’d better leave." You almost laugh when the words leave his lips.

Lewis wasn't the kind of guy who cared about what the others thought about him. He had built a natural defense system against them. But he seemed to have deeply absorbed every word you said to him the night you broke up. When you screamed at the top of your lungs that he was selfish, he felt it. It was painful to hear this from you, the person he loved the most, the person who knew him best. The words stuck in his brain. He'd spent the last few months wondering, pondering if he was a selfish man, if he'd acted selfishly with you.

"How do you know I was here? I didn't knock on the door." You say entering his house. The alcohol that runs through your veins makes you bolder, looser, less shy than usual.

You kick your shoes aside, on the rug that was right next to the door. You know he doesn't like people walking into his house wearing shoes. He didn't want the bad energies that the streets might have to enter his house, his holy temple, his safe space, the place where only those he trusted could stay.

He looks stunned to see you walking into his house like that, so bold. As if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed. But he doesn't comment on it. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was weirdly happy with your presence. He missed you. A sense of loss had hovered over him for the past few months. Your face glued to his mind, your laughter and even your fights tormenting him at times when he shouldn't think about you.

So when you're there, in his apartment, comfortable and barefoot on his carpet, he doesn't know exactly what to do, how to act. But he knows he can't let you go. So he just closes the door, stands at a safe distance from you. Hands back, the typical grandfather's pose. You could tell he was a bit shy.

"I saw you by the cameras”. He points to the big TV in the living room, images of the building's entrance, the elevator and the corridors exposed there. “Eddie told me you were here. I thought he was delirious." You laugh, nod your head, allow yourself to observe his house. The house that was also your refuge for so long, that was the scenario of thousands nights of love you had together. Once again, the sense of familiarity invades your body, leaving traces of nostalgia in your mind.

His living room was still identical to the one you saw when you were last there. A fireplace in the middle of the room, two toffee brown sofas filled with patterned pillows, cozy, just the way he liked it. A sweet scent of vanilla permeated the room, fresh flowers brought a romantic, light air.

If you didn't look closely, you would never suspect that this house belonged to a racing driver. There was nothing there to denounce this, except for the Ayrton Senna painting carefully hanging on the wall. No trophies, none of the many tires he owned for his many poles. He always said that this house was his refuge, that it was the only place where he allowed himself to forget about the tracks and the engines.

Your eyes fell on the large wall of photos he owned. Countless pictures of him with his nephews. Those ones were always your favorites of him. His smile looked more sincere there, more open, white teeth glinting, eyes brighting. A sense of fatherhood that seems to have been born with him. Unconsciously, a smile draws your lips at this sight.

But then, the smile falls from your face. Your pictures with him are still there, adorning the white walls. You and Lewis holding each other on a boat in Italy, him kissing the tip of your nose in the middle of the snow in Canada. A bigger picture of you, smiling wide for him, laughing at some of the bad jokes he always makes. Your heart clenches in your chest. Did he think about you as much as you thought about him?

"Our photos" You say, the words spilling out of your lips before you can think. "They're still here". You point, shock painting your face. Lewis blinks a few times, he looks just as shocked as you are. Eyes wide open, features of a little boy who's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

"Yeah, I" He pauses, lips opening and closing several times, trying to search for the right words. You hadn't asked a question about it, but he wanted to give you an answer, he wanted to justify it. "I didn't have time to get them out of here. You know, I'm hardly home."

He knew that was a lie. He could have asked one of his employees to remove the photos from his house. To get rid of all the traces you left there. Photos, clothes, toothbrushes, thousands of scented candles you always brought. Even your makeup, that was still carefully organized in his bathroom cabinet. He liked coming home and seeing you there, feeling your presence in every little detail of his house. The warmth that only you could give him. Secretly, he kept it all because he was hoping to get you back.

"Now, stop changing the subject." He sees your ruse, of course he would. He knows you better than you know yourself, knows you always change the subject when you don't have an answer to a question. You couldn't dribble it for long. "What are you doing here?" He returns the focus to you. He wanted control back, he didn't like being so vulnerable in front of you. Not now, when you were apart. Two strangers questioning each other.

You pause. Your lips open and close several times, mimicking what Lewis did seconds ago. You think, look for an answer. You should lie, invent something. But then you remember that you suck at it, you remember all the times you tried to throw him a surprise party and failed thanks to your lack of talent for lying.

"I was at the bar, Alisha made me go, she said I needed to have fun, that I should found a man to have casual sex with, that I needed to forget you. I agreed and went to the damn party. And, you want to know? It was the worst decision I ever made." You said, the words rushing out of your mouth, fumbling. He watches you intently, as if he's trying to absorb them. Surprise plastered on his face. Always mesmerized by the way you managed to be so open, so honest with your own feelings in front of him.

"I tried to follow Alisha's advice. I tried looking for a man to fuck with, to finally get over you." Lewis's jaw clenches at your words, jealousy plastered on his face. His mouth opens, he's ready to interrupt you, but you don't let him. "I looked for you everywhere in that damn club. I looked for your haircut, your tattoos, your clothes. Even your fucking smell. No man I talked to seemed interesting enough. Do you know why? Because I didn't find you in any of them"

A weight comes off your back when you finish talking. You were being vulnerable, being real with him. It feels good like that. But the way Lewis looks at you makes you tremble, feel unstable in your own feet. You've known him for many years, you know how to decipher every look, every gesture, every speech. But there, he seems strangely unfamiliar to you.

You expect him to kiss you romantically, tell you he loves you, that he wants you back. Or that he yells at you, another fight, says all the nonsense things he knows he'll regret later. But you weren't expecting silence, blankness. You suddenly feel stupid, mad at yourself for allowing yourself to come here, talk so openly about your feelings to him and receive silence and an indecipherable stare in response.

"So you came all this way for sex? That's it?" He says, after the longest 15 seconds of your whole life, one hand on his chin and a light smirk on his lips.

You laugh after listening to it. You cannot believe this. You didn't know exactly what you expected after practically screaming that he was irreplaceable in your life. But surely you did not expect such a superficial interpretation of his words.

Of course he didn't want to go that deep. He didn't want to believe that you were practically declaring yourself to him. He preferred to stay on the surface. He was always like that, always wanted to protect himself, always wanted to be sure before he played his cards. It was more comfortable that way. Maybe he was right to act like this. It would be easier that way. Nobody would get hurt.

You take a step forward, the thin silk of your dress brushing his bare chest.

"Yes. I came here just for that. Give it to me Lewis. Take me. Show me why I should never have let you go." He takes a deep breath, watches your red lips for a long time. Your face is so close to his that you could see every detail of it, from the small mark on his right eyebrow, to the little moles he had on the upper part of his cheeks.

"I can't.” His voice was unsure. “We shouldn't." He murmurs, but his hands go to your waist, caressing your skin through the fabric.

"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't. But you want it. I know you do. Take me back, Lewis." You whisper against his lips, challenge him in such a way that you know he couldn't hold back anymore. Making sure he would end up succumbing to his sexual desires. "I'm yours." And then he loses everything. Pride, senses, reason. He throws it all up and kisses you, his tongue sucking yours fiercely.

His kiss is something from another planet. Perfect, soft lips smacking yours. Looks like they were created exclusively for kissing. His tongue nimble, exploring every corner of her mouth, dominating. You ask yourself how you lived so long without it.

Your hands go quickly to the sides of his neck, touch his broad shoulders, desperate to feel every inch of his skin again. You let your fingers sail through his silky hair, enjoy the warm feeling of it.

When Lewis' calloused hands grip the back of your neck tightly, you feel your knees go weak, your legs turning to jelly right next to him, dizzy from the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. You feel adrift, completely surrendered to him, as if it were the first time. God, you’ve missed this.

You tug at his caramel hair, run your nails gently through his scalp, feel his body shudder against yours. He moans against your lips, a sign that he was as surrendered as you were, as vulnerable as you. You take the advantage, let your lips travel down his neck, spread wet kisses there. When you lick his Adam's apple, Lewis seems to wake up from his surge of pleasure, struggling to regain control of the situation.

"Jump" He orders. You readily obey and throw yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He grabs you quickly, strong arms holding your legs.

You knew he worked out a lot, you followed him in countless training sessions, you knew how much he charged himself with it, how focused he was. But his strength always left you surprised, shocked. The ease with which he carried you, as if you were nothing. He presses his lips to yours again, walks with you in his arms to his room, until you're lying in his large bed, the cotton sheets hugging your body.

Lewis wastes no time, his long fingers quickly reach the bar of your dress, play with the fabric. "Did you put this dress on purpose?" He asks, the left eyebrow erected, a bold smile on his lips. You roll your eyes to him, try to look bored.

"You know yes. I'm always thinking of you, even when I'm choosing the fucking my clothes." Your voice sounds ironic, but that was not totally a lie.

"I thought you thought about me when you took them out," he says, surely thinking his joke was genius. The smile on his face even more open makes his nose wrinkle, his eyes become smaller. Your heart squeezes with it.

"Ugh, Lewis, just fuck me" you murmur, turn your head to the side, don't look at him. A muffled laugh leaves your lips, he smiles even more with the sound.

"Always so eager." He says as he pulls the dress out of your body, finally makes you free to him, only your little black panties separates you from nudity.

He knew your body, knew everything about it, every single detail etched into his mind. From the small scar you had on your stomach to the stretch marks on the flash of your ass, the ones that had bothered you all your life and that he insisted on kissing every time, softest hands every time they passed there. Even with all this knowledge, he didn't get tired of looking, didn't get tired of appreciating your body as if it were the first time. He wanted to make you feel desired, the most beautiful and loved woman in the world every single time.

"You're perfect, baby." He murmurs against the skin of your shoulder, leaves wet kisses there. His lips run over your body, tongue and teeth marking your skin, so you never forgot who you belonged to. You feel your body tingle, your cheeks heat with pleasure. Suddenly, the weather feels warmer, your body temperature has probably risen ten degrees. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Your heart raced in your chest as his tattooed hands cupped the whole volume of your breasts, sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in your body. He massages them slowly, your nipples hardening with arousal. You can feel the thin material of your panties soaking more and more, every little touch of it setting you on fire. Your eyelids were fluttering, making it hard to see how much you were being pressed against every hard, bulging plane in Lewis's chest.

It doesn't take long for his lips to make contact with the soft skin of your breasts. Tongue and teeth working your sensible nipples, wet kisses and gentle bites. You feel like you're going to melt every time he licks it, moans his name shamelessly, tries to touch his arms and shoulders all at the same time. Wanting to make the most of him you can, the weight of uncertainty leaves you in a hurry, almost desperate to take all he has to offer.

“You came here because you knew other men could never make you feel like this, huh?” You almost laugh when Lewis says that. Of course no other man could make you fall apart with just a few touches, no man could make you so comfortable, so shameless, so in love. You wanted to shout it out to him, you wanted to make him understand it, to engrave it in his mind in big letters. But you don't have the strength to speak at that moment, not when he's tasting you, when he's touching you like this. So you moan his name again, whimper swear words, and pray he understands.

His kisses go down your body, leaving a trail of fire where his full lips pass. He dispenses thousands of them in your belly, patiently, as if he has all the time in the world. When he finally gets there, you sigh in relief, feel your body convulse, burn in anticipation of his next moves.

His teeth crawl along the side of her hip, right where the fabric of her panties rests. He takes the cloth between his teeth, removes it from your body so fast and so agile that before you know it, you're already completely naked to him, your swollen, wet lips on sight, big hands holding your legs apart, your knees almost touching your ears.

"Fuck, look at this" He says, almost to himself, mesmerized by the sight of your fat pussy, dripping with arousal, wetting the white sheets. A sign of how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. “So fucking perfect” He says, rusky voice before bending down completely, staring at your needy cunt before finally touching it with his lips.

His tongue is agile, experienced as it snakes its way between your needy folds, from the soaked entrance to the swollen clit, over and over, tirelessly. You feel your juices dripping onto the white sheets, a testament to how aroused you were.

When his tongue swirls around your needy bud, you feel your body bubbling as it has never been before, trembling between his fingers, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, reverent, repetitive. How did you ever think you could live without feeling this?

His licks made your fingers curl with need, muscles loosen and mind wandered through the air. Your quiet moans and the soft sound of Lewis' mouth working on your wet folds ranging in the silence of the room, so obscene and intimate at the same time.

Your body was humming, as if every cell had been administered with sweet pleasure. It all multiplied when two his thick fingers stretched your middle, rough and fast, the same rhythm of his tongue on your clit.

It's enough for you to come, body shuddering, back arched into the mattress, legs closing around his face, choking, trying to keep him there and pushing him away at the same time, pleasure invading every vertebra in your body. A deep scream comes from your throat, hoarse, broken, loud enough to echo through the building for the neighbors to hear.

Your orgasm is mind-blowing, destroyer, the kind of peak that consumes your brain, leaving you unable to think about anything other than the sensations Lewis causes in you.

Suddenly Lewis' heavy body is on top of you again, lips pressed to yours, your tongue licking your own taste through him. Everything is divine, hypnotic, abrasive, from his strong muscles pressing into you, to his erection against your thighs, a testament to just how aroused he was. For you, only you.

When his face moves the slightest bit away from yours, his eyes focus on you, hands on your cheeks, thumb caressing warm skin, endless circles being drawn.

"You are so, so beautiful". He whispers in a deep way, like a secret he wants to share only with you. You kiss him again, try to express all of your emotion, your feelings through the act and hope he understands.

Your desperate hands find the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling the fabric down without blinking, in a hurry, eager for him. Lewis is naked, no underwear under his sweatpants. Such a whore, you think, a smirk is shared between the two of you before the driver pulls away and removes his pants properly.

In the darkness of his room, Lewis's naked body glistens, bright and reflecting against your eyes, strong shoulders and muscular legs, delicate traces of the tattoos. Perfect.

His cock rises proudly against the soft skin of his lower abdomen. The long length, dark shaft, a long, bulging vein running from the base to the tip. You have to control yourself not to get down on your knees in front of him and ask him to fuck your mouth hard, make you choke on the length, just the way he likes it.

Everything happens too fast. You crawl nimbly across the sheets until you reach the edge of the bed, right in front of him, your eyes focusing directly on his manhood, hungrily.

"Baby, you don’t -" Lewis tries to stop you, but is interrupted when you spit into your own hand and bring it up to his length, stroking it gently, up and down, spreading your saliva all over his skin, wetting, preparing him. for you.

"Just making sure it will fit" you say, eyes locked on his as your fingertip circles the swollen shaft, making him groan.

He needs to interrupt you, or he's going to come too soon. Lewis manages your body easily, pins you to the mattress with his own body, his cock hovering at your wet, dripping entrance. With a strong thrust, he fully enters your soaked pussy, stretching you deliciously. The fit was perfect, as if he had been created especially for you and you for him. You felt completely full, totally fulfilled.

"Fuck, baby" Lewis murmurs against your ear when he's fully inside you. "So tight for me."

The feeling is indescribable, as always. The air left your body, for a few moments you can't even breathe. All you can do is enjoy the overwhelming sensation that washes over you. The emotions Lewis aroused in you were inexplicable, unbeatable, nothing in the world could compare to that.

You were a grown woman, it's obvious you'd experienced pleasure in other men before, but nothing was as intense as it was. It was always mind-blowing, a connection so true, so deep, so meaningful that you were sure you could live 100 lives, but you would never find something like that.

He stay still for a long time, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of you again. Feels like being home after a long time traveling, and nothing in the world can beat it. When he starts to move, hips moving back and forth rhythmically, slow and deep in your heat, you feel your eyes water, pleasure tears falling down your face. It's as if your bodies know each other and are unfamiliar. The familiar and nostalgic feeling permeated by new things, new touches. As if it was the first time. You don't want it to ever end, you want to live it forever, feel it until your last day on earth.

You feel desperate to touch him as much as you can, the aching longing and the need to engrave every curve, every tattoo, every texture all over again, even if you haven't completely forgotten about it. You doubted you would ever make it.

Your hands touch the broad, well-spotted shoulders of your lover. Nails scrape across his broad back, right in the middle of the cross tattooed on his skin, leaving marks there. Your lips trail down his neck, wet kisses, soft bites. You want to taste all of it.

You don't know exactly where you got the strength from, but you managed to reverse the positions, Lewis below you now, your legs on either side of his hips.

Maybe he was so intoxicated with pleasure that he didn't even notice his movement, he became weakened, distracted. Or maybe he made it easy for you. He didn't come out easily, but you knew he enjoyed being submissive to you, loved it when you took charge, loved seeing you feel powerful, unshakable on top of him.

You start by slowly rolling your hips, feeling the texture of him intimately. But after a while you can't contain yourself anymore, start bouncing hard along his length, up and down, non-stop. He felt deeper this way, the tip of him touching deep points inside of you, over and over in that place that makes you whimper, moan his name.

His hands rest on your ass, slapping it hard or squeezing the flesh between his fingers, trying to show that he was still in control. You lean over him, one of his hands hovering over his chin and by the look in his eyes he knew what you wanted. Lewis opens his mouth eagerly and you quickly spit there. He swallows gracefully before you pull him in for a fiery kiss.

You can feel your juices dripping onto Lewis' thick thighs, the incessant thud of your body slamming against his, the moans echoing from your lover's full lips, it was all driving you crazy, intoxicated. It was all too much, too overwhelming.

Lewis suddenly stops his desperate motions, his strong arms encircling you completely, one of them running down your back to your ass and the other gripping the back of your neck, completely paralyzing you. You don't understand, start squeezing your pussy incessantly around his cock, show how desperate for his next moves you are.

"Baby, you're not making it easy for me." He murmurs against your ear, leaves a kiss on your cheek. He was on edge, his cock throbbing relentlessly, a sign that he was close. But he didn't want to come now, he wanted to hold on as long as possible, make the moment last. He wanted you to come first, to come undone in his arms, and just then he would fuck you through it, prolong your pleasure. Only then did he want to come. You were his priority, always.

Then, after he's been parked for a while in your deep spot, he starts moving his hips up, slow and deep, just like you liked.

"That pussy" He says through gritted teeth, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass hard. You close your eyes, feel your orgasm closer than ever. "Feels so fucking good. It's going to be the death of me."

An incredible strong, overwhelming knot slowly formed deep in your stomach, and each brush of Lewis' cook tightened it more, and then, after a few more thrusts, the knot came undone and your orgasm flowed through your body like waves, crashing in the sands. You let out a long breath as he maintained your orgasm with what it felt like a touch of pity.

He explodes in your pussy right after, jets of his hot cum painting your heat. You make a point of squeezing his dick, milk him until every drop is secure inside of you. You feel like you can touch the sky, the satisfaction of giving him the pinnacle of pleasure was priceless, it made you feel special, powerful.

His body falls against the mattress, taking you with him. Your head against his chest, his peaceful heartbeat against your cheek. Lewis keeps his eyes closed, breathing hard, his broad shoulders rising and falling slowly. You want to feel this peace, this tranquility forever, you want to remember it like this, so relaxed, so full of pleasure. And the best part was that you had caused it, you had been responsible for making him feel so good.

"I love you" The words suddenly fall from his lips, easily, out loud, as if it was something normal, usual between you. As if you’ve never broken up.

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